<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741</id><updated>2011-09-21T11:32:06.585-04:00</updated><category term='hobbies'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='kindred spirits'/><category term='songs'/><category term='Bible study'/><category term='crafting'/><category term='books'/><category term='lists'/><category term='loss'/><category term='July 4'/><category term='my plans'/><category term='show and tell'/><category term='garden'/><category term='spiritual life'/><category term='nature'/><category term='Christian'/><category term='child sponsorship'/><category term='challenges'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='heart attack'/><category term='homosexual marriage'/><category term='Bible reading'/><category term='devotional'/><category term='spring'/><category term='worship'/><category term='Amish'/><category term='video'/><category term='Resurrection Sunday'/><category term='pets'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='salvation'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='DR Congo'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='children'/><category term='stress'/><category term='election'/><category term='creation'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='His Hands Support Ministries'/><category term='James'/><category term='goals'/><category term='scripture'/><category term='fall'/><category term='depression'/><category term='award'/><category term='time'/><category term='trials'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Rwankuba'/><category term='Uganda'/><category term='Rwanda'/><category term='church'/><category term='secret pal'/><category term='vote'/><category term='God&apos;s plan'/><category term='Haiti'/><category term='Maine'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='snow'/><category term='love'/><category term='musings'/><category term='cards'/><category term='mission trip'/><title type='text'>Musings from My Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts and ponderings, ideas and insights, creation and creations, seeking and sharing how to live a life pleasing to my LORD God and Savior.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-7050392816536758258</id><published>2011-08-27T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T13:50:03.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year, Another Guatemala Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've recently returned from a missions trip to Guatemala. One week in August and it was way too short! What a joy it is to see the families we met in 2009 and get to know them better. &amp;nbsp;We were able to visit various homes in the communities we work in during the afternoon. &amp;nbsp;We witnessed two decisions made for Christ and prayed for special needs the families have. Building these relationships is just as important as updating the information on the children who are part of the sponsorship program, and gives the trip more meaning. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The opportunity to get to know the children and their families is one reason I love going to Guatemala. I am thankful for the time spent playing with the children, praying with their parents, watching their families grow, and seeing the children succeed in school when they had no opportunity for an education before the school and sponsorship program were started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtaVVQqfio8/Tlj56PbjpeI/AAAAAAAAAqI/DiIuCbSquQA/s1600/DSCN4527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtaVVQqfio8/Tlj56PbjpeI/AAAAAAAAAqI/DiIuCbSquQA/s320/DSCN4527.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Doing a devotional with some of the moms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kFdEAemSDS0/Tlj6FfdMnKI/AAAAAAAAAqM/BqKcFN4qnX8/s1600/DSCN4253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kFdEAemSDS0/Tlj6FfdMnKI/AAAAAAAAAqM/BqKcFN4qnX8/s320/DSCN4253.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Crafts with the children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QVq8I6JBb2M/Tlj6dpBXvoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/p8Xo0C0v30o/s1600/DSCN4657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QVq8I6JBb2M/Tlj6dpBXvoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/p8Xo0C0v30o/s320/DSCN4657.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of the families we visited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uJl5J610eqI/Tlj7QHs1ZSI/AAAAAAAAAqU/JhCtdRSSWfo/s1600/DSCN4327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uJl5J610eqI/Tlj7QHs1ZSI/AAAAAAAAAqU/JhCtdRSSWfo/s320/DSCN4327.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;singing "This Little Light of Mine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mx6DEXv7UEQ/Tlj7ceVAt_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/4Wsvscc52vI/s1600/DSCN4708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mx6DEXv7UEQ/Tlj7ceVAt_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/4Wsvscc52vI/s320/DSCN4708.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Diego &amp;amp; Linda working on a craft. &amp;nbsp;They both need a sponsor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udDd8n6qc58/Tlj7pX5yXUI/AAAAAAAAAqc/SZdKDorUmsY/s1600/DSCN4734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udDd8n6qc58/Tlj7pX5yXUI/AAAAAAAAAqc/SZdKDorUmsY/s320/DSCN4734.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Beautiful Astrid also needs a sponsor. She is cared for mostly by her elderly grandmother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8xTRkOhkMSY/Tlj71k_0L1I/AAAAAAAAAqg/DGMF2q8dl10/s1600/DSCN4766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8xTRkOhkMSY/Tlj71k_0L1I/AAAAAAAAAqg/DGMF2q8dl10/s320/DSCN4766.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Linda &amp;amp; Doris&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro7eMXhV7f8/Tlj8B2hLtuI/AAAAAAAAAqk/2GuMpYME66A/s1600/DSCN4774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro7eMXhV7f8/Tlj8B2hLtuI/AAAAAAAAAqk/2GuMpYME66A/s320/DSCN4774.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jony - who can resist this face!! He is a real cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Check out more photos at www.hishandsforguatemala.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;J-ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-7050392816536758258?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7050392816536758258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=7050392816536758258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/7050392816536758258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/7050392816536758258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-year-another-guatemala-trip.html' title='Another Year, Another Guatemala Trip'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtaVVQqfio8/Tlj56PbjpeI/AAAAAAAAAqI/DiIuCbSquQA/s72-c/DSCN4527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-2252789385454308267</id><published>2011-05-21T14:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T14:15:56.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>book giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;One of my favorite blogs is &lt;a href="http://psalm516.blogspot.com/"&gt;Finding Hope Through Fiction. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;As an avid reader, I am interested in the interviews with various authors of good Christian fiction that I find there as well as book give-aways, too.&amp;nbsp; The latest is from author, Andrea Boeshaar.&amp;nbsp; Be sure to check it out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;How times have changed over the past 30 years in this genre.&amp;nbsp; I can remember when there were only a dozen or so authors of good Christian fiction.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;What a joy to have so many to choose from now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-2252789385454308267?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://psalm516.blogspot.com/' title='book giveaway'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2252789385454308267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=2252789385454308267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/2252789385454308267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/2252789385454308267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/book-giveaway.html' title='book giveaway'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-3907056164621022696</id><published>2011-05-04T13:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T17:42:26.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Book-a-holic's Story!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Aside from traveling/mission trips, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;working full-time at school, and working on ministry paperwork, I have been doing a lot of reading.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE books!&amp;nbsp; Since I was a child, they have been my best friends. My love affair with books began when my mother would take me to the public library to the children's room, and I would beg her to get Kiki books which were picture books about a little girl by Charlotte Steiner (Kiki Dances, Kiki Skates, Kiki loves Music).&amp;nbsp; I loved Kiki, but my mom got kind of tired of reading them!&amp;nbsp; My mom liked to read, too, so she was my role model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Then she enrolled me in a book club when I was in 3rd grade and I can remember looking forward to getting a new Happy Hollister mystery book each month! She always allowed me to buy books from the Scholastic book club fliers that we received from school, so by the time I was in high school, I had quite a library of my own.&amp;nbsp; Books were my friends.&amp;nbsp; When we lived out in the country where I had no close friends, I had my books.&amp;nbsp; I loved going to the Bookmobile that came to my school in 3rd &amp;amp; 4th grades to find new books to read, or to m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;y school library in 5th &amp;amp; 6th grade where I discovered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Laura Ingalls Wilder's books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In high school, I worked in my high school library before and after classes. I wanted to be a librarian, but didn't want to go to school for another 5 years.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to get married and have children, but college was my way out of a dysfunctional home life, so off to college I went studying child development/elementary ed.&amp;nbsp; I quickly learned the first semester that I could not read for fun like I had done in high school.&amp;nbsp; When I graduated from college, I thought again about becoming a librarian (getting my masters) but at that time, both the education and library fields were saturated, so I did not pursue it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I could not find a teaching job, but I did find a job working part time at a city public library for a couple years and also worked as a substitute teacher at a rural school which led to a full time job teaching for a year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We then moved due to my husband's job and I was able to become a children's librarian in a small public library until our son was born. So, as you can see, books have always had a special place in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Still, I am a book junkie!&amp;nbsp; Of all the things I own, getting rid of my books would be the hardest..... but I am getting better. I know of a couple of church libraries I can give them to after I have read and have shared them with teachers at my school who like inspirational books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I am so enjoying my Kindle and find I have been able to get many books I am interested in for free, but still.... the feel of a book in my hands&amp;nbsp; - there is nothing that can match it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;looking forward to my next adventure in reading ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;J-ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-3907056164621022696?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3907056164621022696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=3907056164621022696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/3907056164621022696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/3907056164621022696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/book-holics-story.html' title='A Book-a-holic&apos;s Story!'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-4530203564438204146</id><published>2010-12-23T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T15:15:11.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rwankuba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rwanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child sponsorship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His Hands Support Ministries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DR Congo'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of Christmas and My Trip to East Central Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;This Christmas I am reflecting on numerous things. You see, I have recently returned from two weeks in Africa – visiting Kampala, Uganda -home to two million people and unbelievable traffic; Kabale, Uganda - beautiful, terraced hills of green in western Uganda; Rwankuba, DR Congo - a remote area that 2 years ago was under rebel control, a place where there used to be a thriving missions outreach, but now there remains a small hospital and empty buildings; Goma, DR Congo - a town that was overwhelmed with refugees from Rwanda in 1994, and then devastated by a volcanic eruption in 2002, a place where children play and families live in homes built on top of lava rocks; Kigali, Rwanda – a mixture of old and new, where the country strives to move on after the horrific genocide nearly 17 years ago, and where I looked at homes and people and cried – wondering how many family members died, how many are still refugees, and amazed that there can be reconciliation, where 50% of the population is under the age of 15 because nearly a million people were killed 16 years ago; Ggaba, Uganda – a poverty stricken“suburb” of Kampala, where we were welcomed by delightful children. Although each place was different, they were all the same in that the areas we visited were dealing with extreme poverty and difficulties.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;The purpose of the trip was to update and add children to the His Hands Support Ministries child sponsorship program.&amp;nbsp; (Please go to &lt;b&gt;www.hishandssupportministries.org&lt;/b&gt; for more information.)&amp;nbsp; The emotions the three of us felt ranged from guilt, anger, amazement, joy, and peace, to a complete sensory &amp;amp; emotional overload – where we couldn’t even find the words to describe what we were seeing and feeling.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;I came back to America to homes covered in lights and Christmas decorations, to traditional celebrations, to Santa Claus, to commercialism and materialism, to all sorts of things that were not evident in our African travels – though I did see a white Santa Claus in one Rwandan store that looked extremely out of place!&amp;nbsp; It has caused me to think….. “What is Christmas?&amp;nbsp; Why do we do the things we do?” Because of that, other thoughts and reflections, and needing lots of sleep, I have been slow to put up decorations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;As of today, December 23, I have a grapevine wreath on the door, a ceramic tree in the window, a couple of candles that happened to be out before I left, as well as some Christmas themed tins that I had forgotten to put away last year, and a small nativity from Guatemala.&amp;nbsp; Will I get out more?&amp;nbsp; I doubt if I will add much else. A part of me wants to, but I can’t face the abundance of stuff that we have collected over the years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;I did find a quilted nativity wall hanging that I hung last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt; Will we have a tree? Only if my husband decides he wants one and helps to put it up, but, if we don’t, it won’t matter because “Christmas” will happen anyway. We will have family and friends over and celebrate the day set aside to think of our Savior's birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;The trip to Africa is hard to describe.&amp;nbsp; I found it difficult to even journal between exhaustion in the evenings to not being able to find the words to write.&amp;nbsp; I thought I had seen extreme poverty in Haiti, but now I have seen worse.&amp;nbsp; The border town we crossed through from Uganda into DR Congo tugged at my heart.&amp;nbsp; Children sitting in tattered, dirty clothes by the roadside. babies sitting alone on the ground, many men hanging around with seemingly nothing to do, women working around their homes, but it was all shades of brown and covered with dust.&amp;nbsp; Then once we were allowed to cross and miles later, we found ourselves in a lush remote area - though still poverty stricken, where some children had terrible oozing, fly infested sores on their legs and feet, some missing toenails - the worst feet the team leader has ever seen, even though there is a hospital and medical help available.&amp;nbsp; But... I suppose that takes money they don't have, or maybe they see their medical problems as nothing to be concerned with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;Rwanda was very emotional for me - both times I entered it. The genocide was utmost on my mind. We were able to visit the Genocide Memorial in Kigali.&amp;nbsp; It is hard to take in... just as the Holocaust Memorial in Washington, DC is.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Rwanda is a beautiful country - hills, and mountains and volcanoes, terraced fields, tea plantations. The children we visited met us at our car with handshakes of welcome.&amp;nbsp; They were so sweet.&amp;nbsp; Of course, many children hung around to watch what we were doing even though they were not in the program.&amp;nbsp; Whenever I would take a child to be photographed, a bunch would follow me outside and watch.&amp;nbsp; I had to be discreet when giving the child a piece of candy after their photo, but the others knew what I was doing.&amp;nbsp; Incredible, they never begged for me to give them candy too.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could have, but it was not possible.&amp;nbsp; They even got to where they would tell the child being photographed to smile or to do just what I wanted him/her to do without me saying a word!&amp;nbsp; They didn't understand my words, nor did I understand them, but they watched and modeled. There were some children here that I wish so much I could have found out more about - they seemed even more needy than others were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;Goma in the Democratic Republic of the Congo ... wow.... I had been told it was bad, and at first I thought, "What's so bad about this?" and then we got further into the city and saw the devastation of the volcanic eruption in 2002.&amp;nbsp; The roads are horrendous - rivaling those I have seen in Haiti, if not worse.&amp;nbsp; Then there are the piles of volcanic rock, made into walls, or just lying on the ground or jutting through the roads.&amp;nbsp; The children we met here delighted us with songs, imitations of us, cartwheels, games, and by just being themselves.&amp;nbsp; When I saw the church.... well, I have to admit I became angry at how much emphasis many American churches put on their buildings and building funds.... what is the church anyway?&amp;nbsp; I would have liked very much to have been present for a Sunday service at this humble little church.&amp;nbsp; One little girl here has a spinal problem.&amp;nbsp; When I first saw her, I was struck by her outfit; I liked the pattern and color. Little did I know, that this was the child God would place on my heart to sponsor.&amp;nbsp; Neema is now my Congolese "daughter".&amp;nbsp; After I took her photo and she left the house we were at, she came back in the back door and her mom came in behind her and we met - smiling and shaking hands though we couldn't understand each other's languages. Her mom had been helping some other ladies to prepare food - which I found out later was our lunch!&amp;nbsp; Delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;There  are many other stories to tell, but I must go.&amp;nbsp; I will say that I am so glad  that I obeyed my Father's call to go to Africa.&amp;nbsp; I still may not know  the complete purpose for me to be there, but I know it will be revealed  over time, just as He was preparing me for this trip over many years.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will leave you with some photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first view from our window in Kampala, Uganda.&amp;nbsp; Overwhelming!!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROhEwkJ4oI/AAAAAAAAAn0/M7vf7WkNHBY/s1600/DSCN0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROhEwkJ4oI/AAAAAAAAAn0/M7vf7WkNHBY/s320/DSCN0032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the market near our hotel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROhRUKXEUI/AAAAAAAAAn8/haDDFLqbJVY/s1600/DSCN0236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROhRUKXEUI/AAAAAAAAAn8/haDDFLqbJVY/s320/DSCN0236.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.hishandsforafrica.org/pig_project.asp&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visiting widows who had been given a pig as part of The Pig Project&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROoOSnSrOI/AAAAAAAAAoU/fwsASAKr-BU/s1600/DSCN1378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROoOSnSrOI/AAAAAAAAAoU/fwsASAKr-BU/s320/DSCN1378.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Children at the Kigali church waiting to be seen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROnHaXibkI/AAAAAAAAAoE/VfI7UkHhBzM/s1600/DSCN0600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROnHaXibkI/AAAAAAAAAoE/VfI7UkHhBzM/s320/DSCN0600.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Children in Rwankuba, DR Congo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROnh9sTTgI/AAAAAAAAAoI/AV988Qx82TU/s1600/DSCN1005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROnh9sTTgI/AAAAAAAAAoI/AV988Qx82TU/s320/DSCN1005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goma, DR Congo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROn0KyIEMI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/G_X3O0h7FiU/s1600/DSCN0952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROn0KyIEMI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/G_X3O0h7FiU/s320/DSCN0952.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The church in Goma with dirt and volcanic rock floor.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROnkkdlu_I/AAAAAAAAAoM/nTimad9uVIs/s1600/DSCN1067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROnkkdlu_I/AAAAAAAAAoM/nTimad9uVIs/s320/DSCN1067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neema, in the middle, playing with other children.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROlmz6-zgI/AAAAAAAAAoA/h13hiTiSY3E/s1600/DSCN0388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROlmz6-zgI/AAAAAAAAAoA/h13hiTiSY3E/s400/DSCN0388.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beautiful land of western Uganda.&amp;nbsp; Rwanda is similar.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-4530203564438204146?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TROhB_MaoeI/AAAAAAAAAnw/TvyQX_bRwyI/s72-c/DSCN0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-8169534082927599768</id><published>2010-08-10T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:05:45.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How am I to Know God's Will?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've heard it said that one needs to find where God is working and join Him there in His work.&amp;nbsp; OK, but there are many opportunities to do that. He is working in many ways and in many places. So, how do I know where I am to work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Years ago, I would have said I never want to go to _______, but at this point, I can't think of anyplace that I would say, "I will NOT go to ______." I like to travel and experience new places, meet new people, and get a glimpse of what life is like outside of the US when I can.&amp;nbsp; Did you know that only a third of the world lives as we do in America??&amp;nbsp; Two-thirds of the world lives in ways most of us can't even imagine.&amp;nbsp; We are so blessed and take so much for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have been to Haiti four times and to Guatemala two times.&amp;nbsp; I will be returning there in less than a month!&amp;nbsp; I am anxious to see new friends, family, and the children at the school that His Hands Support Ministries supports. I had resigned myself to the fact that I would most likely need to focus mostly on Guatemala and limit my trips to there, even though I have have a heart for Haiti, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Now I am faced with another possibility of service..... someplace I have not considered because, well..., I just wasn't interested.&amp;nbsp; This morning I was asked if I would consider going to Africa for 2 weeks in Nov/Dec. I would like to see parts of Africa, but have not had the desire to go to where &lt;a href="http://www.hishandsforafrica.org/"&gt;His Hands For Africa&lt;/a&gt; ministers. They go to Uganda, Democratic Republic of the Congo, and Rwanda. Nope.&amp;nbsp; No desire! Yet, when I see TV stories or pictures of others who have been someplace in Africa and seen the children's faces, I feel a tug on my heart to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It makes me think of the Scripture, "Seek your happiness [delight] in the LORD, and he will give you your heart's desire." (GNT).&amp;nbsp; I don't take that to mean that we get whatever we ask for, but that if we are seeking our happiness in God, he will put the right desires in our hearts.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ... is Africa His desire for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In a book I am reading, it said to earnestly desire to be used of God (I do), one must empty themselves of hidden agendas, dreams &amp;amp; desires.&amp;nbsp; Only in being emptied of self can we make room for what God wants to do in and through our lives.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It sounds as though perhaps I am being tested. Do I really desire to be used?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Of course my biggest drawback to going and my immediate response when asked was, "I can't go there! I can't afford it!"&amp;nbsp; No, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;can't afford it; my Father in heaven can. He's proven it before with every trip I have taken.&amp;nbsp; Either He has provided the needed funds through others or He has given me the funds through other means. Why do I doubt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It sounds as though I know what I should do, but I know I need to pray.&amp;nbsp; So that is the reason I am writing this - to ask my friends to pray for God's will to be absolutely, without a doubt, revealed to me within the next few weeks.&amp;nbsp; If you have any words of Scripture or if God gives you something else to share with me, please do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for reading and for praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;J-ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-8169534082927599768?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8169534082927599768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=8169534082927599768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/8169534082927599768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/8169534082927599768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-am-i-to-know-gods-will.html' title='How am I to Know God&apos;s Will?'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-2267253477201210318</id><published>2010-05-10T18:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:56:08.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti Reflections 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Since returning home from Haiti, I have been thinking  about what I want to share and the lessons learned while there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main purpose of the trip was to update children in the His Hands  for Haiti sponsorship program.  The team visited six schools and  interviewed, measured, and photographed 661 students. Three of us took  turns with the photography. It was such fun to see each child, speak to  them, and try to make them smile.  Sometimes it was easy and other times  not so, –at least not until we were done and gave out a piece of candy.  Then we saw smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have asked about what we saw in terms of the Jan. 12th  earthquake. The area we visited was not directly affected, but many  people have moved away from Port au Prince to be with family in other  towns.  One new student we saw was a 15 year old boy, a survivor of the  Port au Prince earthquake.  He lost 7 siblings and both parents.  He is  now living with a relative and attending school in Terrier Rouge.  One  of the ladies on our team has become his sponsor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joys of sponsorship were made evident to me.  I was able to see  two of my children and give them hugs.  I was so please to see one  looking happier and healthier that he had last year when he first went  into the program.  I also saw the boy my church sponsors.  He remembered  me from last year and wondered if I had a card for him! (I did, but it  would be given to him by his pastor in a more private setting so as not  to cause other students to have hurt feelings because they didn’t get  anything.  Letters and cards are special to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another purpose was to deliver funds for relief efforts which were  given to those in positions who would best know who to help and how.   One recipient we know of was a young woman whose husband was killed in  the earthquake.  She now faces delivering her first child in May as a  single parent.  She is currently living in Cap Haitian with  missionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most exciting things we were able too do is to deliver  funds to Pastor Noel for his church to start a permanent orphanage and  home for abandoned children in Terrier Rouge.  There is currently a  house mother and 12 orphaned or abandoned children living in a rented  building.  The goal is to build individual houses; rather than a large  complex.  Each one would have a house mother and 10 children.  Once the  first house is completed, and more money comes in, the next house will  be built.  It is my understanding that they will share a kitchen and  courtyard.  It is an effort that entirely relies on faith in God’s  provision and timing.  We were blessed to see the land with nothing on  it, have a dedication service there, see the first strike of the  pick/hoe, and then to see the work that had resulted by the time we  left.  The foundation was already about three feet above ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the earthquake, I have heard many reports about revival taking  place in Haiti - people turning to God, and praising him for their  survival.  Interestingly, some of the Haitians we talked with believe  that the earthquake was indeed a sign and a judgment from God.  We were  able to see one of these “revivals” when we visited Cap Haitian.  On a  main street there was a long procession of people singing and carrying  signs referencing 2 Chronicles 7:14   &lt;br /&gt;“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and  pray and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear  from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group stopped in the middle of the busy street, and with UN  peace-keepers present, a man preached on the same Scripture.  Afterward,  they continued on their way, singing and praising God, passing right by  us.  It was a special event for all of us to observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning we started the day with team devotions, where we were  challenged by God’s Word and then ended the day with a team time in  which we discussed the day and a reading from a book on short-term  mission trips.  These were two very important times of each of our days  there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learned is that I don’t want to be a “monkey”.   In one  chapter, the author told a story about a zealous and courageous monkey  who tried to help a struggling fish trying to swim upstream in a  typhoon. His way of helping was to remove the fish from the water and  place him safe on the ground!  He was unaware of the true needs of the  fish, thinking what would be “safe” for him, would be OK for the fish,  too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do missionaries and well-meaning Americans go into a  country thinking they have all the answers?  They think that what works  in America will work elsewhere too.  We have to be aware of cultural  differences and be willing to be humble, to listen, to learn and to work  with the nationals who know best the true needs of the people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this trip, I learned even more of the importance of not giving  money or a gift directly to a person.  At first it seemed a little harsh  and unloving, but now I understand so much better.  We think it can be a  good thing, but in actuality it could mean harm to that person (or  self) or chaos and confusion.  Why do we think we must give something to  someone personally?  The Bible says not to let your left hand know what  the right hand is doing. (Matthew 6:3)  If we insist on giving  personally to someone, what is the benefit?  The benefit is only to  oneself ~ feeding our pride and feeling good about ourselves.  When we  allow what we have brought to be given to a person in leadership, who  can disperse as needed, then we allow someone else to share in the  blessing, too, and the focus is off of ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to giving…….. why do we give?  Are we giving for the  sake of giving (Oh, look at me and what a good thing I am doing.”) or  are we giving for the sake of serving Jesus, and giving not just what we  don’t want, but that which is just as good, or better, as what we want  for ourselves. These are some lessons God has been working on in my  heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite authors, Michael Phillips, wrote about this very  subject in his book, Dawn of Liberty.  He says that many times western  Christians go into a country looking to do a work that they can put  their name on.  They aren’t interested in working with or under an  existing ministry.  They are too busy trying to do their own thing that  they don’t take the time to sit with, listen to, pray with, talk to,  help or support their Christian brothers and sisters –- they very thing  they need!!  Many times they arrive with boxes of stuff and with an  attitude of “Just look at what we brought you! Aren’t you grateful to  us?”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phillips writes, “It’s not a giving of sacrifice, but a giving of  pride.  There is ‘giving’ and then there is ‘giving.’ There is pretended  sacrifice, then there is sacrifice. There is the appearance of  servanthood, then there is servanthood.  Appearance counts for more in  many people’s estimation than they even know themselves.  What does it  cost  - what real personal price is there in the way of death to an  individual’s self to serve another?  That is the question.” &lt;br /&gt;(p. 449)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be a monkey, and I don’t want to have only an  appearance of giving and of servanthood. One of my prayers in Haiti was,  “Lord, give me eyes to see and ears to hear….”  I want to be aware, I  want to be a help, not a hindrance to those I go to work with. I want to  keep an open, compassionate heart and not become hardened to the  poverty and injustice I see.  God is teaching me more and more about  humility and what it means to die to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal in going on a missions trip is not to be so task and agenda  oriented that we miss the opportunity to be a blessing to others.  We  need to take the time to build relationships. In order to do this, we  must humble ourselves and allow those we seek to serve, to also serve  and bless us.  In doing so, we will be obeying Christ’s command to love  one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many other things that I saw or experienced that made an  impression on me, but if I shared them all, I’d be writing a longer  book!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S-iNCZRnRMI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tEWBoI5DD2g/s1600/100_8442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S-iNCZRnRMI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tEWBoI5DD2g/s320/100_8442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding an orphan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is color blind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S-iNRXFvEUI/AAAAAAAAAlY/mhTk85CiARc/s1600/100_8469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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I hope people will also check out the sponsorship program too.&amp;nbsp; It is blessing to have the freedom to have this printed.&amp;nbsp; Funny, I don't think about myself as a "missionary" and was surprised that the writer used the word.&amp;nbsp; I expected it to say "Two Teachers plan trip to Haiti"!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sunjournal.com/node/802663"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;http://www.sunjournal.com/node/802663&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-638984782963983068?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/638984782963983068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=638984782963983068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/638984782963983068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/638984782963983068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/12-days-and-counting.html' title='12 days and counting!!'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-6107554765450614077</id><published>2010-02-18T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:48:26.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning to Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S34JNUreilI/AAAAAAAAAkc/CnRxSv96sDA/s1600-h/100_3338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S34JNUreilI/AAAAAAAAAkc/CnRxSv96sDA/s320/100_3338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it's true! I will be going back to Haiti March 11 to March 23.&amp;nbsp; I will be going back to northern Haiti and working once again with &lt;a href="http://www.hishandsforhaiti.org/"&gt;His Hands for Haiti&lt;/a&gt;. We will be updating children in the sponsorship program and we will also be taking in needed funds for food, clothing and other needs for those refugees from Port au Prince who are seeking help from Pastor Noel in Terrier Rouge.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will also be taking funds to help get an orphanage built on land that was bought 2 years ago.&amp;nbsp; It is an exciting event - to see the beginnings of this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S34JlGf0-pI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XHLU6Y-mO-0/s1600-h/100_3985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S34JlGf0-pI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XHLU6Y-mO-0/s320/100_3985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am anxious to see our friends there and to spend time with the children who visit the house we stay at, loving and hugging them!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for this trip and our team of 14, from Maine, Maryland, and Utah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray we may be open to God's leading and that He will use us in ways we never dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings ~&lt;br /&gt;jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-6107554765450614077?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6107554765450614077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=6107554765450614077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6107554765450614077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6107554765450614077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/returning-to-haiti.html' title='Returning to Haiti'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S34JNUreilI/AAAAAAAAAkc/CnRxSv96sDA/s72-c/100_3338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-5574076012676729586</id><published>2010-01-24T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:23:40.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti - a helping hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S1yjiYrTX8I/AAAAAAAAAkM/wev7H2kSNHg/s1600-h/100_3822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S1yjiYrTX8I/AAAAAAAAAkM/wev7H2kSNHg/s200/100_3822.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It all over the news. It's in our hearts. How can we possible help the victims?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be there so much.... I wish I had medical training in times like these. But I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will return to Haiti in March with His Hands for Haiti to help them update the children in their sponsorship program. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S1ylWVoHlfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/u1MXK-0crUA/s1600-h/100_3803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S1ylWVoHlfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/u1MXK-0crUA/s200/100_3803.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thankfully, these children and their families were not hurt in the earthquake since they live in the Northeast of Haiti, but they will suffer from the after effects - lack of supplies, food, etc. and they will most likely see refugees moving to their areas who need care, housing, food, and jobs just like the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What can we do?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; Pray.&amp;nbsp; Give if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Visit these sites&amp;nbsp; www.hishandsforhaiti.org - Donations and child sponsorship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.samaritanspurse.org/&amp;nbsp; - &lt;b&gt;Text SP to 85944 to make a $10 gift.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S1ygrpRFCKI/AAAAAAAAAjk/_cfoQwPxMY4/s1600-h/SP_Haiti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S1ygrpRFCKI/AAAAAAAAAjk/_cfoQwPxMY4/s200/SP_Haiti.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S1ygtb7DK9I/AAAAAAAAAjs/XnAMaYsmHVo/s1600-h/SmaritansPurse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S1ygtb7DK9I/AAAAAAAAAjs/XnAMaYsmHVo/s200/SmaritansPurse.jpg" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.missionaryflights.org/field-reports/up-to-the-minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S1yh_2y9NLI/AAAAAAAAAj8/aMVldoGEQ-k/s1600-h/100_4424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S1yh_2y9NLI/AAAAAAAAAj8/aMVldoGEQ-k/s320/100_4424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S1yhuzBGYAI/AAAAAAAAAj0/KUJ_rTq0PLQ/s1600-h/100_4395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S1yhuzBGYAI/AAAAAAAAAj0/KUJ_rTq0PLQ/s320/100_4395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Each of these organizations share the Gospel of Jesus Christ as they meet other needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been amazed at the singing, raised hands, and praises to God in the midst of tremendous suffering. It's a lesson for us.&amp;nbsp; They don't just need us; we need them.&amp;nbsp; We need to learn from their resilience, their hope for salvation, their survival in spite of such great tragedy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Many in Haiti still need to hear the Good News.&amp;nbsp; Let's not leave them in despair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S1yjCnUBs6I/AAAAAAAAAkE/lmA97O4y9_8/s1600-h/100_4062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S1yjCnUBs6I/AAAAAAAAAkE/lmA97O4y9_8/s320/100_4062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-5574076012676729586?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5574076012676729586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=5574076012676729586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/5574076012676729586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/5574076012676729586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti-helping-hand.html' title='Haiti - a helping hand'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/S1yjiYrTX8I/AAAAAAAAAkM/wev7H2kSNHg/s72-c/100_3822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-1206403662460908872</id><published>2009-11-11T11:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:37:10.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the "road" again!</title><content type='html'>A view from Pastor Mario's home in Magdalena Milpas Altas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SvrU3iApNOI/AAAAAAAAAi8/EWoFGhnvycU/s1600-h/100_5835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SvrU3iApNOI/AAAAAAAAAi8/EWoFGhnvycU/s320/100_5835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so excited - a month from today I will be back in Guatemala!!! I certainly did not expect this opportunity.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://hishandssupportministries.org/"&gt;His Hands Support Ministries&lt;/a&gt; has been given the go ahead to start a sponsorship program in a small village outside Magdalena Milpas Alas.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to go back and see the people we met in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a short trip as we need to process only 25 children who will be starting school for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pastor Merari with some of the children from El Membrillal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SvrWdrWVJGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/8F6MasWlsOs/s1600/100_6170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SvrWdrWVJGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/8F6MasWlsOs/s320/100_6170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SvrVccgheFI/AAAAAAAAAjE/nOYG8j4zdDc/s1600-h/100_5966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SvrVccgheFI/AAAAAAAAAjE/nOYG8j4zdDc/s320/100_5966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A dear lady we met in El Membrillal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A grandmother and grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SvrXvhcbOiI/AAAAAAAAAjc/y43kXDFqUHQ/s1600-h/100_6118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SvrXvhcbOiI/AAAAAAAAAjc/y43kXDFqUHQ/s320/100_6118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the many roadside markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SvrW3OePtMI/AAAAAAAAAjU/cr3HdEZsFok/s320/100_6300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I saw a quote today that I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;from a friend currently in Haiti &amp;amp; her devotion of the day: If we aren't serving , we are just existing. Rick Warren stated," Life is meant for ministry." God wants us to love and serve others unselfishly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blessings to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-1206403662460908872?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1206403662460908872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=1206403662460908872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1206403662460908872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1206403662460908872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-road-again.html' title='On the &quot;road&quot; again!'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SvrU3iApNOI/AAAAAAAAAi8/EWoFGhnvycU/s72-c/100_5835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-4052777137295729683</id><published>2009-11-03T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:25:06.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homosexual marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;Choose this day whom YOU will serve - as for me, I will serve the LORD. (paraphrased from Joshua 24:15) Today is our chance to stand on the Word of God and what is right in His eyes. Remember - we are to strive to be holy (separated from the sin of the world) because God is Holy. (1 Peter 1:15, 16 &amp;amp; 2 Corinthians 7:1)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;Today we have to vote on whether homosexual marriage should be legal.&amp;nbsp; It has been quite a battle for our state.&amp;nbsp; Earlier this year, our legislature voted that it should be legal.&amp;nbsp; Some voters took offense and brought it to the point of putting it on the ballot.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;Today, I voted for God and His unchanging Word.&amp;nbsp; I pray there are more who beleive marriage is for man and woman than those who think it's OK because "after all, God is love."&amp;nbsp; They ignore that He is also a God of righteousness. A holy God.&amp;nbsp; God who will judge.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;May He be glorified today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-4052777137295729683?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4052777137295729683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=4052777137295729683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4052777137295729683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4052777137295729683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-6825101456929302174</id><published>2009-10-31T19:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:24:29.926-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>trick or treating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SuzHAVlySdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/JYgLeS7EXNw/s1600-h/AutumnFriends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SuzHAVlySdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/JYgLeS7EXNw/s320/AutumnFriends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pet peeve(s) on halloween night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is trick or treating for anyway??? To keep things "safe", our town does a halloween walk for the kids of our town. &amp;nbsp;They close off a main street for all the pedestrians and they give people along the route bags of candy to give out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who comes out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children, of course - alone or with parents, teenagers dressed in gorey costumes, and parents with babies or children under 2 who can't walk or even say trick or treat. &amp;nbsp;Who's doing the asking and holding out the bags for them? &amp;nbsp;The parents! &amp;nbsp;Who is the candy for?? I don't think it's the babies who will be eating it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, according to a local police officer, people from a bunch of other towns are here too and there is not enough candy for the local children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah humbug. &amp;nbsp;I don't do halloween, but was out at my neighbors on the main street for awhile and observed the happenings. &amp;nbsp;My feeling is there ought to be an age limit and it should be kept local and let the other local towns put on their own "walk".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-6825101456929302174?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6825101456929302174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=6825101456929302174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6825101456929302174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6825101456929302174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/trick-or-treating.html' title='trick or treating'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SuzHAVlySdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/JYgLeS7EXNw/s72-c/AutumnFriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-8446798377538958189</id><published>2009-10-16T20:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:16:52.433-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><title type='text'>Inactivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I find that lately I have not been blogging becasue most of my computer time has been spent on Face Book - little notes here and there - nothing substantial....&amp;nbsp; plus, I have been dealing with the dreaded "D".&amp;nbsp; Depression.&amp;nbsp; I don't get it. How can one go from being happy and feeling great for weeks and then suddenly wake up one day and all is changed??? I was flying high from my trip to Guatemala and then - BAM! I was in a such a low.&amp;nbsp; No outward reason that I know of.... then began a month of headaches and an incident of loss of balance, double vision, loss of short term memory and many tests, which have shown nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate not having the joy I was feeling - oh, I still have joy in my salvation and the peace of God, but something is missing.&amp;nbsp; It's a struggle to get up in the morning or to do anything productive.&amp;nbsp; I do have to work part time, but I don't even have the joy in that which I did.&amp;nbsp; All I want to do is sleep or play mindless computer games.&amp;nbsp; What a waste....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not looking for sympathy or anything.... 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I am still processing the whole event in my mind but just want to say that it was a wonderful trip with unexpected twists and turns that began before we even left. God changed our plans totally from going to start a sponsorship program to waiting on Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We had a wonderful place to stay in San Lucas, called My Father's House.  The hospitality, food, and place of rest was so welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sp6dJjfV7hI/AAAAAAAAAiA/iO1F7Q2wZ0M/s1600-h/100_6573.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376907792598035986" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sp6dJjfV7hI/AAAAAAAAAiA/iO1F7Q2wZ0M/s320/100_6573.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We did meet a lot of families in El Membrillal and Magdalena Mipas Altas, and also helped work on a school in Zapote.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We also had a children's day in Magdalena which was a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The days were full of work and new experiences. We saw volcanoes, crossed rivers with the vehicles, met many children, had time to go shopping in Antigua, laughed and joked with our new friends, and witness 2 people accepts God's free gift of salvation through Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts were blessed over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sp6dKRp6nNI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/RQwl6Nbf6FA/s1600-h/BH_TruckInRiver.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376907804990414034" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sp6dKRp6nNI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/RQwl6Nbf6FA/s320/BH_TruckInRiver.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 214px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guatemala is a beautiful country and the people are so warm and welcoming.  The scenery is incredible and the flowers so beautiful.  The mixture of colors and textures in textiles and nature are a feast for the eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to go and pray I might be able to return again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hope you enjoy these few photos....  I will be posting more on Face Book and soon at http://guatemalangrace.shutterfly.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sp6dKKuDk3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/4vjKqI9_6pY/s1600-h/100_6717.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376907803128730482" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sp6dKKuDk3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/4vjKqI9_6pY/s320/100_6717.JPG" style="float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Volcan de Fuego - still active.  It was fascinating to watch the smoke come out. We drove by this each day that we went to work in Zapote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-2796848564787247383?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2796848564787247383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=2796848564787247383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/2796848564787247383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/2796848564787247383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/guatemala-part-2.html' title='Guatemala, part 2'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sp6dJTAYtdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/wFby-bEzBRw/s72-c/100_5750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-9029271200682953057</id><published>2009-07-31T14:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:46:16.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guatemala!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SnNTLmClzSI/AAAAAAAAAho/UTJcQ2-G98M/s1600-h/guatemala_map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SnNTLmClzSI/AAAAAAAAAho/UTJcQ2-G98M/s320/guatemala_map.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364723039783472418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Feb. when I returned from Haiti, I wanted so much to return in the fall.  I wasn't feeling at peace about it in June or so, and then God closed the door.  That was OK. I figured maybe next year I could go.  Well.... little did I know what God had in store!  He was arranging a trip to Guatemala.  He has opened the door for &lt;a href="http://www.hishandsforhaiti.org/"&gt;His Hands Support Ministries&lt;/a&gt; to possibly begin a child sponsorship program there in a small Mayan village.  Three us us will be going with this ministry and will be joining another team that had planned to go to Mexico.  God changed their plans too!  So, now we will all travel together and work on a couple different projects outside of Guatemala City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking for a key verse for this trip.  The one that keeps coming back to me is Psalm 37:4,5  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Delight yourself also in the Lord, And He shall give you the desires of your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Commit your way to the Lord, Trust also in Him, And He shall bring it to pass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have never had a desire to go to Central America until God put that desire in my heart.  Now, I am anxious to go, meet brothers &amp;amp; sisters in the Lord, be part of a new ministry, see a different part of God's creation, and learn about a new culture.  I am looking forward to what He plans to teach me, too.  I also can't wait to see the colors of the materials and things the woman make. I've seen photos and they are beautiful!  I'll share photos when I get back.  The following photo was taken in Antiqua.  We do plan to be there for a day.&lt;br /&gt;Yea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SnS3P9t-ctI/AAAAAAAAAhw/WMFWydc3NsQ/s1600-h/IMGP4646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SnS3P9t-ctI/AAAAAAAAAhw/WMFWydc3NsQ/s320/IMGP4646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365114540998423250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-9029271200682953057?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9029271200682953057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=9029271200682953057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/9029271200682953057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/9029271200682953057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/guatemala.html' title='Guatemala!'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SnNTLmClzSI/AAAAAAAAAho/UTJcQ2-G98M/s72-c/guatemala_map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-1394144229876356767</id><published>2009-07-08T11:09:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:50:51.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to My Yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SlS37GkvJcI/AAAAAAAAAfc/hgAa-jZee_4/s1600-h/100_5051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SlS37GkvJcI/AAAAAAAAAfc/hgAa-jZee_4/s320/100_5051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356108082855224770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Good Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day of rain in the Northeast...but that has been the norm the past month - and to think I thought last year couldn't be repeated!!!  Ha!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's OK, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;flooding and my plants are still growing and blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; have tried to take a lot of plant photos this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is of the front steps to my house and I thought the colors were pretty. It's hard to see, but I do have a large poinsettia still in bloom in the front &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SlS9hSLXSoI/AAAAAAAAAfs/lU6JMuhLYFM/s1600-h/100_4787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SlS9hSLXSoI/AAAAAAAAAfs/lU6JMuhLYFM/s320/100_4787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356114236363197058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;although the sky is gray, and the garden is over run with weeds, I am thankful for the color God gives. From the tiniest blossom of (?) that I have seen growing on the lawn to larger blossoms of my perennials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Here are some photos of plants that are in bloom right now in my yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SlTEFMKAaeI/AAAAAAAAAgU/8YXvOSc8qs8/s1600-h/100_5052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SlTEFMKAaeI/AAAAAAAAAgU/8YXvOSc8qs8/s320/100_5052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356121450291948002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SlTL5DUwN5I/AAAAAAAAAgc/ypN78Fhyq6g/s1600-h/100_4779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SlTL5DUwN5I/AAAAAAAAAgc/ypN78Fhyq6g/s320/100_4779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356130037855696786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you like what you see, please visit me at http://naturespeaking.shutterfly.com/ to see more of my photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mallow and cone flowers are just starting to blossom.  I haven't taken pictures of them yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SlTED0EKRtI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5r7oo38DXf4/s1600-h/100_4699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SlTED0EKRtI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5r7oo38DXf4/s320/100_4699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356121426645108434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SlS_jWmhzcI/AAAAAAAAAf8/a2ddM8eSJrU/s1600-h/100_4629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SlS_jWmhzcI/AAAAAAAAAf8/a2ddM8eSJrU/s320/100_4629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356116470933867970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SlTED0EKRtI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5r7oo38DXf4/s1600-h/100_4699.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May you be blessed with a day full of color!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-1394144229876356767?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1394144229876356767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=1394144229876356767&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1394144229876356767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1394144229876356767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-tomy-yard.html' title='Welcome to My Yard'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SlS37GkvJcI/AAAAAAAAAfc/hgAa-jZee_4/s72-c/100_5051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-430005268578013086</id><published>2009-07-04T17:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:35:44.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 4'/><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sk_IWjN6y2I/AAAAAAAAAfM/RmeElaOSjBs/s1600-h/100_5050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sk_IWjN6y2I/AAAAAAAAAfM/RmeElaOSjBs/s320/100_5050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354718771703106402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's our new "neighbor"!   He has a hole near our back steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sk_IWcRxe_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/0qkyvzUPRCM/s1600-h/PatrioticChipmunk7-4-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sk_IWcRxe_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/0qkyvzUPRCM/s320/PatrioticChipmunk7-4-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354718769840225266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's very patriotic!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sk_IV9JEyHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5MGXeImfu-E/s1600-h/100B4871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sk_IV9JEyHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5MGXeImfu-E/s320/100B4871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354718761482242162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he likes to raid the bird feeder for sunflower seeds!  He's fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one around a couple years ago that I named Hoover..... he sucked up seeds like a vacuum cleaner! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sk_Kj4bNQMI/AAAAAAAAAfU/uBW7hBZPRhA/s1600-h/100B4852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sk_Kj4bNQMI/AAAAAAAAAfU/uBW7hBZPRhA/s320/100B4852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354721199757541570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Isn't he cute??  My hubby and I have had fun watching him and taking photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-430005268578013086?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/430005268578013086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=430005268578013086&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/430005268578013086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/430005268578013086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day!'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sk_IWjN6y2I/AAAAAAAAAfM/RmeElaOSjBs/s72-c/100_5050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-8698602839596860818</id><published>2009-06-18T11:41:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:54:24.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindred spirits'/><title type='text'>Musing over friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sjq_0XbxoyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/He0fUjxwPO4/s1600-h/Friends+share+blessings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sjq_0XbxoyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/He0fUjxwPO4/s320/Friends+share+blessings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348798413820502818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I've been thinking about "best friends" since working on a Bible study this am.  Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, Jesus should be our best friend, but I'm thinking one with "skin on,"  a human best friend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What I really want is a kindred spirit... Someone who shares my faith, who encourages me, who challenges me, who listens to me, who prays with me, who understands me, who has similar interests and someone whom I would do the same for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Often I wonder why I don't have this type of relationship with anyone, or even a "best" friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in high school, I had a best girl friend, but as things usually go, we went our different paths. Also, most of my really good friends were guys.  Even in college, I can only think of one girl whom I would have called my "best friend. Again, we went different paths.  In my adult years I had someone I considered a kindred spirit, but I wasn't good enough for her I guess, as she just stopped seeing me; yet she never told me what was wrong even when I asked, and I asked for forgiveness if I had offended her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few good friends, and I value them, but no one that is like what I see some others have.   The getting together for the fun of it, dropping by, doing projects together, etc.  My friends and I share a Bible study together, and sometimes we do other things together.  Perhaps I am envisioning something that is too "ideal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know passages of life can hinder relationships.  Now, I am at the stage of empty nest and between active caregiving for parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do tend to be a loner.  Perhaps that is it.  Or is there something wrong with me?  I consider myself loyal and honest. Aren't those good traits to have in a friend?  Have I put up walls? Afraid to trust?  That could be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for a kindred spirit nearby.  The one person I consider a kindred spirit lives over 1500 miles away.  I am thankful for internet, but it sure is hard to sit down for coffee and chat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I having a pity party?  Maybe, but seriously, I'm not looking for pity or sympathy. I'm just thinking out loud.  Thoughts that I have from time to time.  The fact is, I do get lonely sometimes.  My husband is busy and out a lot. Men don't seem to have the same need for friendships as women do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God has a lesson for me in all this.  It's a lesson he's been trying to teach me for a few years now. I guess I am just a slow learner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found an interesting article on &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-2124-Female-Friendship-Examiner%7Ey2008m12d30-People-who-need-people"&gt;womens' friendships.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sjq4YWzi7II/AAAAAAAAAek/4X3r80HJCx4/s1600-h/online_friends_comment_10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sjq4YWzi7II/AAAAAAAAAek/4X3r80HJCx4/s320/online_friends_comment_10.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348790236034034818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Friendships are a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not alone.  I have made many good friends through the internet and email lists.  I do cherish those.  I know there are many among those people who desire the same thing - a real close friend who lives nearby ~ someone they can share the ups and downs of daily life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me.  What about you?  Are you blessed with a special friendship?  How did it happen?  Or, are you like me?  Are you feeling a little lonely at times and wishing for that special bond with another woman, someone you can call a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think those in "leadership" positions have a harder time of making a close friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/199/9741983E576EE220EA090E8BA4E9F4CE.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-8698602839596860818?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8698602839596860818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=8698602839596860818&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/8698602839596860818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/8698602839596860818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/musing-over-friendship.html' title='Musing over friendship'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Sjq_0XbxoyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/He0fUjxwPO4/s72-c/Friends+share+blessings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-950745916178203984</id><published>2009-06-14T20:35:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:51:32.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Spring florals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SjZ7TE_pLKI/AAAAAAAAAdM/fD3ypmjlV4I/s1600-h/100_4433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SjZ7TE_pLKI/AAAAAAAAAdM/fD3ypmjlV4I/s320/100_4433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347597175237455010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good afternoon!  Although it is rainy here today, again....I am drawn to the beauty of spring&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love spring time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and all the new flower blossoms.   The only problem is that most of the flowers don't last long enough for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SjZ8GxFUUJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bOku5KMQLLE/s1600-h/100_4629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SjZ8GxFUUJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bOku5KMQLLE/s320/100_4629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347598063245742226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am reminded of Isaiah 40:7,8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"The grass withers, and the flowers fade beneath the breath of the LORD. And so it is with people.  The grass withers, and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;" class="highlight"&gt;flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;" class="highlight"&gt;fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;, but the word of our God stands forever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SjZ-0s9ptGI/AAAAAAAAAdc/GnfgK2em5Fw/s1600-h/100_4641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SjZ-0s9ptGI/AAAAAAAAAdc/GnfgK2em5Fw/s320/100_4641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347601051437085794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My life is like a flower ~ here for a time, then gone from this earth, but I know I will live again.  My eternal home is in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="mybsttext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;The other promise is that God's Word will last forever!  No matter how we may be persecuted, or how our freedoms may be removed, God promises that He will safeguard His word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="mybsttext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SjZ7CbFwZPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/O9TnVLV3zWk/s1600-h/100_4484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SjZ7CbFwZPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/O9TnVLV3zWk/s320/100_4484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347596889110897906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="mybsttext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Still, I do wish the blossoms would last longer.  They are so pretty and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;make me forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;about everyday stresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;  To hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; on to the memories longer, I take photos.  &lt;/span&gt;I have posted many at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="mybsttext"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; http://naturespeaking.shutterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.com/   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="mybsttext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I hope you will visit me there, too, and leave a comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/199/9741983E576EE220EA090E8BA4E9F4CE.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-950745916178203984?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/950745916178203984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=950745916178203984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/950745916178203984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/950745916178203984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/spring-florals.html' title='Spring florals'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SjZ7TE_pLKI/AAAAAAAAAdM/fD3ypmjlV4I/s72-c/100_4433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-9009317601916449515</id><published>2009-06-13T11:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:12:59.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring time!</title><content type='html'>I promise to write more later.... I have been focusing on getting through illnesses and the school year for the past two and a half months.... Health is much better and only 1 more day of school. Yippee!  I have been busy taking some photos of the flowers in my gardens and hope to post those soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week of rain and cool weather, it's a glorious warm, sunny day here today and I am going to go finish planting my garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-9009317601916449515?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9009317601916449515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=9009317601916449515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/9009317601916449515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/9009317601916449515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/spring-time.html' title='Spring time!'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-6259841346622149256</id><published>2009-03-07T12:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:15:37.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home from Haiti</title><content type='html'>I have so many thoughts and memories - it's hard to put into words, so I will share some of the 900 photos I took.  LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;We visited Terrier Rouge, Ouvray, Danda, Juchereau, Roche Platte, Paulette, and Phaeton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK3jBSLFLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/8YtlRQ8ckuw/s1600-h/100_4072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK3jBSLFLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/8YtlRQ8ckuw/s320/100_4072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310508722891199666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daily life in Terrier Rouge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK3ia6RVII/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9Ycx-BPZzdE/s1600-h/100_3504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK3ia6RVII/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9Ycx-BPZzdE/s320/100_3504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310508712590398594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful scenery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK2I8wDYsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wVrsUwgPhAA/s1600-h/100_4197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK2I8wDYsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wVrsUwgPhAA/s320/100_4197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310507175486120642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this little guy and hope to sponsor him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK2IRZDwfI/AAAAAAAAAbA/LSWtr5koN8M/s1600-h/100_3843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK2IRZDwfI/AAAAAAAAAbA/LSWtr5koN8M/s320/100_3843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310507163846951410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;road near Danda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK2ISuF3wI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nRUdospuRyQ/s1600-h/100_3355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK2ISuF3wI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nRUdospuRyQ/s320/100_3355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310507164203605762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;measuring students - one part of our job there - to update their records for sponsors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK0WrcH8OI/AAAAAAAAAaw/LtcQiHXIKdU/s1600-h/100_4035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK0WrcH8OI/AAAAAAAAAaw/LtcQiHXIKdU/s320/100_4035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310505212334043362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cobbler we met a couple times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK0WPh-k0I/AAAAAAAAAao/oIQ0ee85ERs/s1600-h/100_4359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK0WPh-k0I/AAAAAAAAAao/oIQ0ee85ERs/s320/100_4359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310505204842402626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the school children we worked with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK0Vi1fh-I/AAAAAAAAAag/TqZl6w1JRw4/s1600-h/100_4178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK0Vi1fh-I/AAAAAAAAAag/TqZl6w1JRw4/s320/100_4178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310505192844658658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having fun blowing bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK0VeQrrnI/AAAAAAAAAaY/FSk4PEVMzhw/s1600-h/100_3719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK0VeQrrnI/AAAAAAAAAaY/FSk4PEVMzhw/s320/100_3719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310505191616523890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the road to Ouvray (the truck broke down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbKxIRfczqI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/IL3rncHKCus/s1600-h/100_4126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbKxIRfczqI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/IL3rncHKCus/s320/100_4126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310501666315620002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving on the kids - they are both sound asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbKxHIBPGLI/AAAAAAAAAaA/GtmRQaGE-uY/s1600-h/100_3560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbKxHIBPGLI/AAAAAAAAAaA/GtmRQaGE-uY/s320/100_3560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310501646593104050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Saturday feeding program - many hungry children. 150 were fed one Sat. and 162 the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbKxHdvq9sI/AAAAAAAAAaI/mUWNA0YJJiI/s1600-h/100_3977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbKxHdvq9sI/AAAAAAAAAaI/mUWNA0YJJiI/s320/100_3977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310501652425012930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting my mom's sponsored girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbKvoZ7fvoI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/_9Sft_Y9b74/s1600-h/100_3942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbKvoZ7fvoI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/_9Sft_Y9b74/s320/100_3942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310500019313294978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbKvnvuwpJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/mao3EWH6x7g/s1600-h/100_3387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbKvnvuwpJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/mao3EWH6x7g/s320/100_3387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310500007985587346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing with the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbKvnDLOkPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-hdQNCSlKNc/s1600-h/100_3652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbKvnDLOkPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-hdQNCSlKNc/s320/100_3652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310499996025393394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so content - both of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-6259841346622149256?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6259841346622149256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=6259841346622149256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6259841346622149256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6259841346622149256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-from-haiti.html' title='Home from Haiti'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SbK3jBSLFLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/8YtlRQ8ckuw/s72-c/100_4072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-7190229445811026065</id><published>2009-02-17T17:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:54:04.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter to Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before heading to a land of sun and heat tomorrow, I thought I would share some photos of some ice sculptures we saw in Bethel, ME. It was fun. I'd never seen any before. It was fascinating to see all the details!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SZs_dyVh_eI/AAAAAAAAAZY/fpE4rG3T63g/s1600-h/100_3245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SZs_dyVh_eI/AAAAAAAAAZY/fpE4rG3T63g/s320/100_3245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303902767119728098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SZs_dXaXknI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/G78twioPQcU/s1600-h/100_3253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SZs_dXaXknI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/G78twioPQcU/s320/100_3253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303902759892259442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SZs_cTc0A9I/AAAAAAAAAZI/O1VgT7_o5Xg/s1600-h/100_3246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SZs_cTc0A9I/AAAAAAAAAZI/O1VgT7_o5Xg/s320/100_3246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303902741648901074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SZs89DmTSKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/O_GDkWNlPMA/s1600-h/100_3244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SZs89DmTSKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/O_GDkWNlPMA/s320/100_3244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303900005794531490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SZs89ZOHHUI/AAAAAAAAAZA/dv8oBIe5q6c/s1600-h/100_3257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SZs89ZOHHUI/AAAAAAAAAZA/dv8oBIe5q6c/s320/100_3257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303900011598650690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SZs89SUljUI/AAAAAAAAAY4/aWAr9f6uMfk/s1600-h/100_3250.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed them!  I'll be back in touch in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; J-ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-7190229445811026065?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7190229445811026065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=7190229445811026065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/7190229445811026065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/7190229445811026065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/winter-to-summer.html' title='Winter to Summer!'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SZs_dyVh_eI/AAAAAAAAAZY/fpE4rG3T63g/s72-c/100_3245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-4095603844392764605</id><published>2009-02-08T20:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:23:29.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission trip'/><title type='text'>10 Days...</title><content type='html'>Lord willing, in 10 days, I will be flying to Orlando to meet all of the team I will be traveling with. In 11 days, I will be setting foot on a land that became part of my heart 9 years ago - Haiti.  I am excited as I will be seeing a different part of the country and meeting new people, but I know some things will be the same.  Poverty. Dust. Children yelling,"Blan! Blan!" ("White" or "Foreigner"). Dirt roads.  Crowded vehicles. Mud and stick homes. A different language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It probably doesn't sound too appealing to most of us.  If I could, I would have every American high schooler take a trip to a third world county before graduating. It would be an eye-opening experience. Perhaps one that would help them realize how many blessings they have in the US.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Perhaps they would move beyond the generally held "me first" mentality and realize what an impact they could have on another life. Perhaps they would come to realize that it isn't material things than mean the most. Perhaps....&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SY-SH4_0sbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/fsIAEBRPULQ/s1600-h/83866051213_0_ALBHaiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SY-SH4_0sbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/fsIAEBRPULQ/s320/83866051213_0_ALBHaiti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300615950695182770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is how you do your laundry where I went before - you go to the nearest river or steam, scrub your clothes, and then hang them to dry on cactus.  It's hard to see, but the white is clothing hung over the cactus rows.  Don't we take our washers and dryers for granted? Even clotheslines if that's what we use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will see the same sight this time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-4095603844392764605?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4095603844392764605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=4095603844392764605&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4095603844392764605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4095603844392764605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-days.html' title='10 Days...'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SY-SH4_0sbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/fsIAEBRPULQ/s72-c/83866051213_0_ALBHaiti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-4389300177388348291</id><published>2009-01-29T16:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:45:03.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Barrenness..... Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SYIjBVs7HEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/IeRyAMe1rbA/s1600-h/BlossomsHope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SYIjBVs7HEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/IeRyAMe1rbA/s320/BlossomsHope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296834617653533762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SYIjL6Hc3dI/AAAAAAAAAYg/cfkzHga4uHc/s1600-h/Thoughts+on+Haiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SYIjL6Hc3dI/AAAAAAAAAYg/cfkzHga4uHc/s320/Thoughts+on+Haiti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296834799227166162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never expected to have the opportunity before me, at least not right now. I am returning to Haiti in 3 weeks. I have been there twice before, flying into Port au Prince and then flying to Pignon. This time I will be going to northeast Haiti with &lt;a href="http://www.hishandsforhaiti.org/"&gt;His Hands for Haiti&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When I was first asked the end of December, I thought I wouldn't be able to go, but I made a list of all the reasons why I didn't think I could, and by this past Monday night, the Lord had cleared the way.... all except finances. I was not even listing that as a reason why because I have seen God provide in the past and I have no doubt that He will do it again.&lt;br /&gt;The difference is that I need it in 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went before, one things really struck me. The hope that the Haitian Christians have. Their land is so poor. Their homes are sometimes only shacks They may not have enough food to eat or many clothes to wear. But, they have hope. Hope in Jesus and eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is a scrapbook page I made, with a photo of beautiful pink blossoms on a tree (hard to see since it is a photo of a photo) between 2 very poor homes. It spoke hope to me, and it was a lesson I brought home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hope in? Who is your hope in?  My hope is in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-4389300177388348291?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4389300177388348291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=4389300177388348291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4389300177388348291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4389300177388348291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-barrenness-hope.html' title='Out of Barrenness..... Hope'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SYIjBVs7HEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/IeRyAMe1rbA/s72-c/BlossomsHope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-8015877314792175251</id><published>2009-01-03T22:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:17:50.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenges'/><title type='text'>January Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy 2009.  May you be blessed this year.  When you think of being blessed, do you think of only good things coming your way?  That would be nice, wouldn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SWAvvn7QA6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/7AyA9ARmnN0/s1600-h/james1-1to4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SWAvvn7QA6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/7AyA9ARmnN0/s320/james1-1to4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287278457750815650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will be teaching a ladies Bible study on James beginning this week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I was preparing for the first lesson, I thought, "I really don't have any trials in my life right now other than my mother and her health issues."  Little did I know..... within days, I was being tested.  Was it an attack of the enemy?  Was it a physical/chemical imbalance/ emotional issue??? It doesn't really matter.  The fact is, I was thrown into depression and tears.  Frustrated with myself, I thought, "How can I be joyful when depressed????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting my doctor who has seen me for a couple of years, he said I am affected by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/seasonal-affective-disorder/DS00195/DSECTION=symptoms"&gt;Seasonal Affective Disorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;,  as well as other stressors in my life .  I never would have believed it, but when I took a look at the symptoms, I had to agree. So, armed with God's Word and, as much as I hate to, with meds, I am now ready to face James!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count it all joy.  That's a hard one, isn't it? We want to ask, "Why? Why me? Why now?" But being a Christian doesn't give us an exemption from pain, suffering, trials, etc. If we didn't face challenges, our faith wouldn't grow. Our relationship with God wouldn't grow and change. We would remain baby Christians, having tantrums when faced with difficulties leading to anger and  bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we accept those challenges and trials, and allow God to develop patience and endurance in us, we will be better prepared to to face future difficulties.  As a former pastor used to say, "It's good for your character!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope you will be blessed as you face whatever this new year brings, by finding joy and growing in your walk with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have not felt like doing many of the things I generally enjoy, I have recently done some knitting and sewing.  Check out my projects here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://sss4joy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stamp Stitch Scrap for JOY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blessings 2 U  ~ J-ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-8015877314792175251?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8015877314792175251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=8015877314792175251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/8015877314792175251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/8015877314792175251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-musings.html' title='January Musings'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SWAvvn7QA6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/7AyA9ARmnN0/s72-c/james1-1to4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-680050779888320836</id><published>2008-12-02T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:28:26.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>What is Christmas?</title><content type='html'>I just heard this song tonight and thought I would share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VyR0lwO-nXc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VyR0lwO-nXc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It puts Christmas into perspective....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-680050779888320836?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/680050779888320836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=680050779888320836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/680050779888320836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/680050779888320836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-christmas.html' title='What is Christmas?'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-986224604221880198</id><published>2008-11-19T21:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:11:13.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I thought I would post a link here to my other blog on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://sss4joy.blogspot.com/2008/11/childhood-memories.html"&gt;topic of paper dolls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;!  I hope you will take a look and share your favorite childhood activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Blessings ~&lt;/span&gt; J-ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-986224604221880198?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/986224604221880198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=986224604221880198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/986224604221880198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/986224604221880198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/walking-down-memory-lane.html' title='Walking down Memory Lane'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-6305170530628955488</id><published>2008-11-03T18:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:52:27.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>Voting - our right, our freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SQ-crr82F0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/xdit_WibZn0/s1600-h/free-indeed100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264598763765634882" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SQ-crr82F0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/xdit_WibZn0/s320/free-indeed100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am thankful that we have the right to vote in this country. We have had many freedoms. I wonder if because we take them for granted, we will be shocked when we begin to lose our freedom bit by bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Despite the thankfulness, I will be glad when tomorrow is over.... over the past few elections, I have not had complete trust and faith in any of the candidates. I know who I will vote for this time, even though I may not agree with all he represents. I will vote for what is right morally. How can I vote for someone who does not value human life? I don't understand how he can claim to be a Christian. How can I vote for someone who has attended and supported a racist church? Oh, yes, he has great speeches and great ideas, but that scares me. I see how easy it will be when the Antichrist comes and how people will be taken in by what sounds good rather than what &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;good and right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I believe wholeheartedly that God is in control and that gives me peace. I know that He already knows who will be our next president. I also know that as God sent famines and other difficult times to the Israelites when they turned from Him. America is not exempt from chastisement. Perhaps this will be our time of "famine". I hope not. We already see spiritual famine throughout our land as morals drop lower and lower.... how far will we allow them to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One thing I just need to vent about as it has been going through my mind over and over. I hate how the media and many in our nation have been pointing fingers and blaming President Bush for all our economic woes..... have they forgotten September 11, 2001? Was that Bush's fault? Hardly. Our economy took a nosedive as a result of that dreadful day. And then in 2004, there was a change in Congress, so how can all the fault be laid at Bush's feet?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have other thoughts that bother me: who is really funding one of our candidates? is there a connection between the events of 9-11 and contributions now? could it have been a ploy to make America more dependent upon foreign countries and products - forcing even more of our jobs overseas and causing Americans to lose jobs and become poorer (so they will be attracted to the Marxist theology that is being offered)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hmmmmmm...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;just musing ...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-6305170530628955488?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6305170530628955488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=6305170530628955488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6305170530628955488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6305170530628955488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/voting-our-right-our-freedom.html' title='Voting - our right, our freedom'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SQ-crr82F0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/xdit_WibZn0/s72-c/free-indeed100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-4949303488201327246</id><published>2008-10-24T21:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:49:19.174-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Missing you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SQJ4y1rxrcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZDcyZQSyEzo/s1600-h/autumn_cherish+life.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260900129521642946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SQJ4y1rxrcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZDcyZQSyEzo/s320/autumn_cherish+life.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have missed my blogging friends, but there aren't enough hours in the day, or else not enough energy. I have thought of you often, but haven't made it past my email inbox to either write or go check on blogs. So though I have nothing specific to share with you tonight, I just wanted to say hello and let you know that I am thinking of you! I am having a great time teaching and working with my special student from Thailand. He is making such good progress and is a joy to work with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Although the leaves have mostly turned and fallen to the ground now in my area, I will share with you one of my favorite photos that I took this year. The colors were most magnificant early on.  I hope you enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SQJ6CYeL4EI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JTWqdHjNUiA/s1600-h/100_3094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260901496069546050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SQJ6CYeL4EI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JTWqdHjNUiA/s320/100_3094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-4949303488201327246?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4949303488201327246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=4949303488201327246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4949303488201327246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4949303488201327246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/missing-you.html' title='Missing you!'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SQJ4y1rxrcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZDcyZQSyEzo/s72-c/autumn_cherish+life.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-6139463674358246879</id><published>2008-09-21T13:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:08:27.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SNaDhiw6K2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/06IT9zOeWyk/s1600-h/AutumnFriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248527028037757794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SNaDhiw6K2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/06IT9zOeWyk/s320/AutumnFriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharonsquietreflections.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sharon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for sharing this award with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to pass it on to some other special friends: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wannabethatgal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ginnyscrafts.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ginny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://whimsynwonder.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And for a bit of fun..... What are you?? I am Mayonnaise!!! LOL! I found this at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://applesofgoldinpicturesofsilver.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deby's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Mayonnaise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcondimentareyouquiz/mayo.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a very quiet, introverted person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're happy to sit back and let stronger personalities shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value loyalty and harmony. You try to bring people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your taste in food leans toward simple comfort foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love holiday meals as well as old school favorites like mac and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along with mustard and ketchup personalities. You have an unlikely alliance with hot sauce personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcondimentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Condiment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-6139463674358246879?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6139463674358246879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=6139463674358246879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6139463674358246879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6139463674358246879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you-to-sharon-for-sharing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SNaDhiw6K2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/06IT9zOeWyk/s72-c/AutumnFriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-3108863512132800937</id><published>2008-09-08T22:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:06:16.553-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Change of Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SMXn1zeQWEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VbiKmW2f3cY/s1600-h/inasmuch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243852252679002178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SMXn1zeQWEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VbiKmW2f3cY/s320/inasmuch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How plans can change when you least expect!! A couple weeks ago, I was basking in the idea of time off. Even thogh school had begun and teachers were returning to work, I had nothing on my calendar other than one day of subbing last Tuesday. God had other plans! On Wed. I had a meeting about a possible position, and on Thursday I started in as a full-time one-on-one aide for a student who is new to the country and to the English language. What an interesting, challenging, and fun opportunity! I am thankful for the flexibility God has given me and the strength He gives day by day. My prayer is for wisdom and to know how best meet the needs of this sweet child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-3108863512132800937?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3108863512132800937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=3108863512132800937&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/3108863512132800937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/3108863512132800937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of Plans'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SMXn1zeQWEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VbiKmW2f3cY/s72-c/inasmuch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-6524426756309089998</id><published>2008-09-06T12:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:19:20.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have liked this song since the first day I heard it, and I just saw an incredible video at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CT7x3VnrqbA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-6524426756309089998?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6524426756309089998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=6524426756309089998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6524426756309089998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6524426756309089998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-5378665362781428207</id><published>2008-09-04T22:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:17:58.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SMCftB2l-BI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HIie2JKvTeI/s1600-h/TTButton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242365562199603218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SMCftB2l-BI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HIie2JKvTeI/s320/TTButton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's still Thursday, so I thought I would join in with Iris at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eph2810.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sting My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and others. I so appreciated her verse on seasons. We are entering the autumn season here in the northeast with trees turning color early this year. Fall seems more like the beginning of a new year more so than January. I guess that comes form being a teacher and homeschooling. But I find myself in a new season, one I didn't know about ~ that of being an empty-nester SAHM with a husband too young for retirement! He's still a "workaholic", still so busy and often gone for meetings with one of his two jobs. Often I find myself alone. Generally I don't mind, but other times...... anyway, this is a thankful post, so what am I thankful for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* God, who saved me and shows me grace and mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* my husband who works so hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* having eyes to read with, ears to hear music, a tongue to taste all the wonderful tastes there are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* having the opportunity to work one on one with a student who needs help learning English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* my son, my one and only special gift from God, and his wife of nearly 2 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* all the blessings we have that I take for granted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*for having music on my blog again - yea!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know there are so many other things I could write, but since it is late and I am now back to teaching (unexpectedly - to me, not to God!), I need to end for now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-5378665362781428207?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5378665362781428207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=5378665362781428207&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/5378665362781428207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/5378665362781428207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SMCftB2l-BI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HIie2JKvTeI/s72-c/TTButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-4584871107789464841</id><published>2008-08-26T14:33:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:29:02.901-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>summer's end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SLRxqO9oHtI/AAAAAAAAANI/_0QOqdWhi5s/s1600-h/100_2946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238937236923752146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SLRxqO9oHtI/AAAAAAAAANI/_0QOqdWhi5s/s320/100_2946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teachers have returned to school; tomorrow will be the first day for students. The beginning of sschool symbolizes the end of summer, yet we are just now getting some good summer weather! I am glad I am just a substitute teacher. I am not ready to return to school. I am trying to go off an anti-depressant.... I'm not sure if it was working as it should have; I'm not sure if I should go off it now.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is so much to do - not just things that should be done like the normal household chores, but fun things - crafting things, yet I sit or read or do nothing. I have much I want to do, but the motivation isn't there.... I can just sit and look at life around me - the trees, flowers, birds, etc. Why? I don't know. Why am I even writing this?? Who cares? I guess that is why I have been so quiet here. I don't have much to share, or if I do, I don't have the follow through to do it. I haven't got any great words of wisdom or encouragement or comfort. I haven't got any deep thoughts to share.... OK, I will share this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have been reading Ezekiel as I try to continue reading through the Bible this year. I have been reading a lot of fiction about the Amish. I think I am drawn to the quiet, peaceful, non-materialistic, simplictic lives they lead. Two books I have recently finished are &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=474453&amp;amp;netp_id=518479&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;item_code=WW&amp;amp;view=covers"&gt;Hidden&lt;/a&gt; by Shelley Shepard Gray and &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=542472&amp;amp;netp_id=510198&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;item_code=WW&amp;amp;view=covers"&gt;Anathema&lt;/a&gt; by Colleen Coble. They both dealt with domestic abuse (not within the Amish families) too. I went shopping with a friend yesterday and we found some wonderful buys on flowers. I bought over $80-90 worth of flowers &amp;amp; 2 shrubs for $16.00!! Now I have some color on my front steps. On the way home we stopped to take pictures of flowers that look so pretty. Does anyone know what these are? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SLRx4elU7sI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UVqSLj8nNAg/s1600-h/100_2944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238937481634967234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SLRx4elU7sI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UVqSLj8nNAg/s320/100_2944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SLRyYOxxZbI/AAAAAAAAANY/P_6kF26VacU/s1600-h/100_2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238938027148010930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SLRyYOxxZbI/AAAAAAAAANY/P_6kF26VacU/s320/100_2945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8/27 - Thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gardenersgazette.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; for letting me know the name of these flowers..... Cleome or Spider Flower. Yeah!  I'm so happy to know!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-4584871107789464841?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4584871107789464841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=4584871107789464841&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4584871107789464841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4584871107789464841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/summers-end.html' title='summer&apos;s end'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SLRxqO9oHtI/AAAAAAAAANI/_0QOqdWhi5s/s72-c/100_2946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-8582473058971218964</id><published>2008-07-29T20:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:31:54.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>God's Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I never fail to be amazed at God's creation. My backyard is my sanctuary. I love to see the flowers, watch the backyard visitors, hear the birds,and watch the raspberries ripen. They are all gifts. Unfortunately we have been invaded by a pest that I am growing tired of - Japanese Beetles! It seems I spend much time picking them off the raspberry leaves and from the leaves of a tree in front of our house. The blessing from these pests came the other morning as I saw a dragonfly on a raspberry branch. It was sitting there with it's wings spread. I didn't expect it to still be there after I ran to get the camera, but it was! A gift! I thought I would share it with you. Gifts are best when shared, aren't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SI-zmompZCI/AAAAAAAAANA/b4Px8R99XMg/s1600-h/Dragonfly+_close-up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228595168716350498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SI-zmompZCI/AAAAAAAAANA/b4Px8R99XMg/s320/Dragonfly+_close-up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SI-zaLkLmlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EBRigc5qtqI/s1600-h/Dragonfly7-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228594954762951250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SI-zaLkLmlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EBRigc5qtqI/s320/Dragonfly7-08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SI-ycFX069I/AAAAAAAAAMw/HHERIlTkdr4/s1600-h/Dragonfly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228593887948630994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SI-ycFX069I/AAAAAAAAAMw/HHERIlTkdr4/s320/Dragonfly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's it beautiful? I've never seen one that stayed in one place for so long. So, in spite of the trials (bugs eating my leaves), there was a blessing. I had to take the time to be still, to slow down, and see the gift. I hope you enjoy the photos. God's blessings to you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-8582473058971218964?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8582473058971218964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=8582473058971218964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/8582473058971218964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/8582473058971218964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/gods-gifts.html' title='God&apos;s Gifts'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SI-zmompZCI/AAAAAAAAANA/b4Px8R99XMg/s72-c/Dragonfly+_close-up.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-959993384603024239</id><published>2008-07-02T19:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:57:21.022-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret pal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotional'/><title type='text'>"Friendship is a Sheltering Tree" part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I decided to share with you the devotional I gave at the secret pal gathering yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship is a Sheltering Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like, friendship is a sheltering tree."&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Taylor Coleridge 1772-1834&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tree in my back yard that reminds me of this quote . Though it is not very big, there is something about it's shape that looks so inviting. I thought this quote would be a good topic for our secret pal devotional. I decided to begin by looking up definitions of the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship - a relationship between two friends. ** Don’t you hate it when you look up a definition and it uses a word that you have to look up and then that one uses another word and it goes on and on??!! OK, so, what’s a friend? **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Friend – a supporter, a confidante, a person you know well and regard with affection and trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can be a friend to another, but in order to have a friendship, there must be reciprocation. Each one must be a friend to the other. It takes two in order for friendship to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelter - to shelter means to cover, to protect from danger, to give security, to defend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree – a tree gives shade and protection; it is larger than a bush or shrubs. It is sturdy and strong. It can usually withstand storms and winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked at these definitions, I can understand why Coleridge said that friendship is a sheltering tree. A true friendship is one in which each person attempts to be a secure, safe place of refuge for the other, a place of rest and relaxation, one that will remain throughout the storms of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1 Sam. 20, we have a good example of friendship with Jonathan and David. Although Jonathan would be the likely one to succeed King Saul, he knew that God’s choice was David. Jonathan did all he could to warn and protect David when Saul tried to kill him. They made a vow to each other and David promised to take care of Jonathan and his family/descendants. They were true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I thought about friendship, I could see that it is a picture of what God desires with us. He is our sheltering tree. He is our protection, our refuge, our security and our defender. David speaks of the shelter he has in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible1.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=ps+61:3&amp;amp;version=nkj&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;sd=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;showtools=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ps 61:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - For You have been a shelter for me, A strong tower from the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible1.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=ps+61:4&amp;amp;version=nkj&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;sd=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;showtools=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ps 61:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - I will abide in Your tabernacle forever; I will trust in the shelter of Your wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible1.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=ps+143:9&amp;amp;version=nkj&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;sd=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;showtools=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ps 143:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible1.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?passage=ps+143:9&amp;amp;version=nkj&amp;amp;context=1&amp;amp;showtools=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deliver me, O Lord, from my enemies; In You I take shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible1.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=joe+3:16&amp;amp;version=nkj&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;sd=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;showtools=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joel 3:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - … the Lord will be a shelter for His people, And the strength of the children of Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is our perfect friend. He is loving and giving. He knows us well, accepts us, and loves us. He has given His best and sacrificed for us. …. But we are His friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it even possible to be a friend and have friendship with the almighty God? It’s hard to get a grasp of His greatness, all his “omni’s” (omniscience, omnipotence, omnipresent) and think about Him wanting us for His friends. But according to Scripture, we can be called His friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible1.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=jas+2:23&amp;amp;version=nkj&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;sd=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;showtools=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;James 2:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - And the Scripture was fulfilled which says, "Abraham believed God, and it was accounted to him for righteousness." And he was called the friend of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said in &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;John 15:14&lt;/span&gt; You are My friends if you do whatever I command you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Christ, we can have a friendship with Almighty GOD. We can communicate with Him, listen to Him, read His word, share our joys and sorrows, &amp;amp; trust in His care and comfort. Because of His great power, God may not “need” or rely on us, but He can and does use us to be His hands, feet, eyes, ears &amp;amp; mouth to help accomplish His will. When we obey Him, we show that we are friends with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you take the time to sit and relax under a nice shade tree, remember that friendship with God is the best sheltering tree that we could ask for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©July 1, 2008 J-ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-959993384603024239?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/959993384603024239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=959993384603024239&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/959993384603024239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/959993384603024239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/friendship-is-sheltering-tree-part-2.html' title='&quot;Friendship is a Sheltering Tree&quot; part 2'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-4532228692262287576</id><published>2008-07-01T19:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:46:38.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret pal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotional'/><title type='text'>Friendship is a Sheltering Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today we had a secret pal reveal at my house.  For the past 6 months, some of the ladies at church have been secret pals to others. It is a fun way to remember and to get to know others.  I decided to do a devotional for it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since I have a particular tree out back that I really like the shape of, even though it's not very big yet, it always makes me think of the quote, "Friendship is a sheltering tree" by Samuel Coleridge. Anyway, that quote kept coming to mind, so that is what I did the devotion on. It turned out to be not so much about friendships among women, but how God is the ultimate friend, and our friendship with Him is the best sheltering tree we could have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Is He your "sheltering tree"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-4532228692262287576?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4532228692262287576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=4532228692262287576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4532228692262287576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4532228692262287576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/friendship-is-sheltering-tree.html' title='Friendship is a Sheltering Tree'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-6983868984328637643</id><published>2008-06-07T19:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:49:38.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No musings lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SEseFl184_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Hkcsk7ER1lI/s1600-h/100_2766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209290475390690290" style="CURSOR: hand" height="236" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SEseFl184_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Hkcsk7ER1lI/s320/100_2766.JPG" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Roses from my hubby on Mother's Day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi! Have you missed me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you can tell, I haven't been musing much lately. I haven't been doing much of anything lately except for substitute teaching long term in 1st grade and existing! I had some crazy idea that 1st grade would be easier than 4th grade! LOL! What was I thinking???!! I spend 10-12 hrs. at school and come home exhausted. Now I am dealing with illness as we have one week to go, thankfully. This past week was difficult with being sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so looking forward to the time to take my coffee and Bible and go sit on my back porch and watch the flowers grow and listen to birds sing, or sit on my swing and listen to the music of water running in the "pond" my hubby made me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just wanted to check in since it has been so long. I'm not sure anyone has noticed, but hello anyway!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-6983868984328637643?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6983868984328637643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=6983868984328637643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6983868984328637643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6983868984328637643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-musings-lately.html' title='No musings lately'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SEseFl184_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Hkcsk7ER1lI/s72-c/100_2766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-4436433100645356862</id><published>2008-04-25T21:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:55:29.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SBKF0wo5BaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oJ01ddMbr5M/s1600-h/CircleofFriends.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193360461767706018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SBKF0wo5BaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oJ01ddMbr5M/s320/CircleofFriends.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to my friend, &lt;a href="http://wannabethatgal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lori,&lt;/a&gt; for this "Circle of Friends" award. It's nice to have friends that we can get together with personally, to chat with, shop with, have coffee with, etc., but I have found that my internet friends are very special too. Sometimes I am able to share more with them than I can with people I see day to day or weekly.  Some of my best friends are internet friends. Not all of them have blogs, so I can't pass this on to them, but some of the ones I do think of are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whimsynwonder.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt;, who makes me laugh with the way she has with words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ginnyscrafts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ginny&lt;/a&gt;, who has been part of my circle of internet friends for a long time, and whom I have been blessed to meet twice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://applesofgoldinpicturesofsilver.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deby,&lt;/a&gt; who has also been a long time friend and has given me encouragement over the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thanks to each of you for your friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4L8XQAUSnIM/SBC_swJ59NI/AAAAAAAAA7c/WJ6cEHX1b7w/s1600-h/CircleofFriends.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-4436433100645356862?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4436433100645356862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=4436433100645356862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4436433100645356862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4436433100645356862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SBKF0wo5BaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oJ01ddMbr5M/s72-c/CircleofFriends.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-5915699843020331334</id><published>2008-04-25T21:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:28:26.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes, personality, and reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was visiting some favorite blogs tonight and found a cute quiz at &lt;a href="http://applesofgoldinpicturesofsilver.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deby's&lt;/a&gt;. "What kind of shoe are you?" I like looking at shoes, but have a hard time finding them to fit now. I remember in high school, I had 26 pairs! When I would get depressed, I would go buy shoes.... hmmmm, I think I needed something else in my life - Jesus! But anyway, I took the quiz and here's what I am (supposedly. My comments are in color)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Flip Flops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/flipflops.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are laid back and very friendly. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; (hmmm. laid back,true, but shy at first - then friendly!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cheery and sunny in disposition, you usually have something to smile about. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(I'd like to be more like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Style is important to you, as long as you can stay casual.  &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(casual - right on! I'm just a country girl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It takes a lot to get you to dress up!&lt;br /&gt;You are a loyal and true person, though you can be a bit of a flake.&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; (who, me??? a flake? No way!!! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You tend to "play hooky" and blow off responsibilities a lot more than most people. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(really??  well, maybe.... I sure would rather read than do housework...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You should live: By the beach  &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(absolutely!!!, but I don't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You should work: At a casual up and coming company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(hmmm.  I wonder what that might be??  I'm happy being at home, being a substitute teacher and Bible study leader)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Shoe Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-5915699843020331334?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5915699843020331334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=5915699843020331334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/5915699843020331334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/5915699843020331334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/shoes-personality-and-reality.html' title='Shoes, personality, and reality'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-2513515415667204496</id><published>2008-04-22T17:51:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:42:48.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Finding Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SA5k9Qo5BXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/02AY-Ym5z6M/s1600-h/100_2469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192198424006034802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SA5k9Qo5BXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/02AY-Ym5z6M/s320/100_2469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SA5kiwo5BWI/AAAAAAAAALs/MGfFUzN7Vvs/s1600-h/100_2468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192197968739501410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SA5kiwo5BWI/AAAAAAAAALs/MGfFUzN7Vvs/s320/100_2468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SA5hXQo5BSI/AAAAAAAAALU/flcKqyO8o8I/s1600-h/100_2464.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been awhile since I have been on blogland, partly due to being away on vacation. When we left, there was still snow on the ground - lots of it. How nice to return to no snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We traveled to DC for 3 days and then spent 3 days in York, PA. It was so beautiful - flowering trees and flowers, warm weather (in PA), and time to explore. God's creation is so marvelous. I just had to share the tulips and pansies in DC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SA5jzwo5BVI/AAAAAAAAALk/kzikkr4FdmE/s1600-h/100_2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192197161285649746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SA5jzwo5BVI/AAAAAAAAALk/kzikkr4FdmE/s320/100_2353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SA5oxwo5BZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mhrWUoy8paI/s1600-h/100_2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192202624484050322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SA5oxwo5BZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mhrWUoy8paI/s320/100_2733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Spring finds us here in the Northeast, too. Crocuses at my son and daughter-in-law's home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-2513515415667204496?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2513515415667204496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=2513515415667204496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/2513515415667204496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/2513515415667204496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/finding-spring.html' title='Finding Spring'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/SA5k9Qo5BXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/02AY-Ym5z6M/s72-c/100_2469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-1448465532584254481</id><published>2008-04-08T12:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:45:57.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did all the aprons go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I hadn't given aprons much thought until I started reading about them on some blogs. It made me stop and wonder why they aren't a part of our everyday life as they were in the past... Oh, I have a couple that I wear when I remember to put them on, but I have to admit that I have more food/greased stained clothing than I should. Where have all the aprons gone? (Suddenly the song "Where have all the Flowers Gone" popped into my mind with "aprons" replacing "flowers"!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I suppose we can look to the feminist movement who wanted to make women look, act, and be more like men. Sadly, that meant the apron had to go. Then with the introduction of fast-food and pre-made cookies and pies, there was no need to protect clothing from flour spills and other "from scratch" items. A friend of mine recently forwarded the following to our email group. I don't know where it started, who wrote it, etc., but it was too good not to share. If you know of the author, please let me know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(9/8/08 I have seen this posted at &lt;a href="http://shipwreckedinsouthcarolina.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-remember-aprons-do-you.html"&gt;Shipwrecked in South Carolina's &lt;/a&gt;blog, so perhaps he is the author.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&gt; Both of my grandmothers wore aprons a lot. I remember them doing some of these very things with them (right cuz's?). Good memories don't think our kids know what an apron is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, but along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Send this to those who would know, and love the story about Grandma's aprons. &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;How sad that many have lost the service, protection, comfort, usefulness, and welcoming nature of a simple apron. I so enjoy finding blogs of those who still carry on the cheer of apron wearing. So.... apron wearers unite! I would love to know who you are and to visit your blogs. I am so inspired by all of you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R_ue5ibd0zI/AAAAAAAAALI/4vpFyq4WyPE/s1600-h/J_Feb-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85683/jamie/e9e748639512a4ab7477c1e9f81d326e.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-1448465532584254481?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1448465532584254481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=1448465532584254481&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1448465532584254481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1448465532584254481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-did-all-aprons-go.html' title='Where did all the aprons go?'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-4850222295169625026</id><published>2008-04-06T18:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:26:58.627-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Moments with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R_lMlCbd0yI/AAAAAAAAALA/c6SW7KV9H9c/s1600-h/quiet-time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186260645084779298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R_lMlCbd0yI/AAAAAAAAALA/c6SW7KV9H9c/s320/quiet-time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other day I was scanning through a book and some thoughts came to mind about friendship. Have you ever had a friendship just up and end? That happened to me about 8 years ago. I didn't understand then and there are many times since then, that I have lamented over it and still been hurt at the rejection. God's still, small voice spoke to me once again, as it has in the past, "There was a reason, my child. You were too dependent on your friend. You were in a relationship that focused on the negatives. You weren't growing. I had to remove her from your life so you would return to Me." Well, of course I didn't hear those words audibly, but the message was clear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My lesson not learned, I soon found myself lamenting over another issue, another "loss" in my life, and the years I spent yearning after something I didn't have (more than one child), I said to myself, "I always believed God would give me another child and He didn't." Almost immediately, I "heard" that chiding voice again, "Yes, I did." Then he brought to mind a lovely young woman whom He had brought into my life years ago when she was a teen, and has kept in my life. I'm her "Mumdie". She has given me a glimpse of what it would have been like to have a daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Since then, I have gained a daughter-in-law, and there are the children who have passed my way through Sunday school and through substitute teaching - children whom I can  reach out to with an encouraging word or a listening ear. Although they aren't my own, I can reach out with Jesus' love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We may not understand God's ways, but I know His ways are right.   &lt;a href="javascript:verseResultsPage("&gt;Psalms 145:17 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-4850222295169625026?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4850222295169625026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=4850222295169625026&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4850222295169625026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4850222295169625026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/moments-with-god.html' title='Moments with God'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R_lMlCbd0yI/AAAAAAAAALA/c6SW7KV9H9c/s72-c/quiet-time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-2772848578121111915</id><published>2008-03-30T19:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:07:11.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Y Pico (Art &amp; More) Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A couple weeks ago, I thought, "I see so many awards going around in blog land. I sure would like one." LOL! poor me having a little pity party. How dumb! Since then I have been blessed with 2 awards! I was certainly surprised when I read that &lt;a href="http://pawsn2stamp.blogspot.com/"&gt;my friend Char&lt;/a&gt; has passed the following award on to me.  The Art Y Pico Award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183687156515590850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R_AoASbd0sI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zOqVA6KW63E/s320/pico%252Baward.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh my, I don't think of this blog as being artistic or creative, but I am thrilled that she finds insiration here, and I do love crafts (see &lt;a href="http://sss4joy.blogspot.com/"&gt;my other blog&lt;/a&gt;!). I had a lot of fun visiting other bloggers' sites who have been awarded the Art Y Pico Award, also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are 5 rules attached to this and they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) You have to pick 5 blogs that you consider deserve this award for their creativity, design, interesting material, and also contributes to the blogging community, no matter what language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given her or him the award itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) Award-winner and the one who has given the prize have to show the link of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Jiglu link tag: Arte y pico" href="http://arteypico.blogspot.com/" linkindex="28"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Arte y Pico" blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, so everyone will know the origin of this award. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://arteypico.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://arteypico.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) To show these rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, I started thinking of who I could pass this award onto. It needs to go to blogs that focus on creativity ... hmmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://fotografianimal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Delfí &lt;/a&gt;- I have visited this blog since I began personal blogging. It was one that I found when I clicked on "next blog". Although I have been puzzled by the language, the photographs are stunning. Please go see them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://mainelystitching.wordpress.com/"&gt;Barbara&lt;/a&gt; - I'm not sure how I found this blog, but I enjoy her stitchery and family photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.poohisstamping.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lori&lt;/a&gt; - a fellow stamper who has lots of good ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://www.ginnyscrafts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ginny&lt;/a&gt; - a crafter through and through, even in midst of trials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://blessedalatte.blogspot.com/"&gt; Lisa &lt;/a&gt;- who somehow finds the time to make beautiful cards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank you all for inspiring me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-2772848578121111915?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2772848578121111915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=2772848578121111915&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/2772848578121111915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/2772848578121111915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/art-y-pico-art-more-award.html' title='Art Y Pico (Art &amp; More) Award'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R_AoASbd0sI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zOqVA6KW63E/s72-c/pico%252Baward.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-4529470432033657816</id><published>2008-03-25T22:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:29:46.552-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Musings on Deuteronomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other morning as I read Deut. 26-29, I cringed when I thought about all the things Moses warned would happen if the people turned away from God. Yet, we know they did, and they suffered just what Moses told them God said would happen. It’s easy to think - oh, how could they have turned from God when Moses was giving them God’s word personally. But….we too have God’s Word given to us personally, and how many times do we turn away. Deut 29:18, 19 really hit me: “Beware lest there be among you a root bearing poisonous and bitter fruit, one who, when he hears the words of this sworn statement blesses himself in his heart, saying, ‘I shall be safe, though I walk in the stubbornness of my heart.’ This will lead to the sweeping away of the moist and dry alike.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I walked in the stubbornness of my heart thinking I will be OK. But the rest tells me that my own actions do not affect just me, they affect others as well. That made me stop and ponder this section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 29 made so much more sense to me now. I don’t know if I ever really understood it before…. “The secret things belong to the LORD our God, but the things that are revealed belong to us and to our children forever, that we may do all the words of this law.”&lt;br /&gt;Granted, we are not “under” the Law, but we are to obey Christ’s commands. We are to teach them to our children, to share them with others. We may not understand why certain things happen in our lives - those are secret, only God knows - but He has revealed to us many other things. Are we using them? Teaching them? Sharing them? Living them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was my “aha” moment a few days ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85683/jamie/e9e748639512a4ab7477c1e9f81d326e.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-4529470432033657816?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4529470432033657816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=4529470432033657816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4529470432033657816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4529470432033657816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/musings-on-deuteronomy.html' title='Musings on Deuteronomy'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-389632664243171475</id><published>2008-03-24T21:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:33:11.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed by an Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R-hetybd0mI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bhl9Be1Q7v4/s1600-h/mrrogers3_thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181495512013853282" style="CURSOR: hand" height="114" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R-hetybd0mI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bhl9Be1Q7v4/s320/mrrogers3_thumbnail.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so blessed today to receive a "good neighbor" award from Lori. Please go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wannabethatgal.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-nancy-it-is-beautiful-day-in.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;her blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to read all about Mr. Rogers and the award. As I read, it brought back good memories of when I used to watch it with my son when he was little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To all who have been faithful in reading my blog, if you have not yet received the "Good Neighbor" award, I pass it on to YOU with many thanks for supporting me in my new blogging endeavor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85683/jamie/e9e748639512a4ab7477c1e9f81d326e.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-389632664243171475?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/389632664243171475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=389632664243171475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/389632664243171475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/389632664243171475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/blessed-by-award.html' title='Blessed by an Award'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R-hetybd0mI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bhl9Be1Q7v4/s72-c/mrrogers3_thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-8977412187554000055</id><published>2008-03-22T19:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T21:48:05.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resurrection Sunday'/><title type='text'>Great Things He Has Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R-WTjybd0kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WdZm3s41pLw/s1600-h/great-things-cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180709189401301570" style="CURSOR: hand" height="378" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R-WTjybd0kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WdZm3s41pLw/s320/great-things-cross.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God has done great things for us. Stop for a moment and think...... what has He done for you? Of course as we approach Resurrection Sunday, I think of the Cross. Jesus died on a cross in my place. All my sin was put onto Him there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be honest, I have always had a difficult time reading about the events that took place and that happened to Him after He was arrested. I never could bring myself to really read it and dwell on it. Sadly, I would skim over it. How can I read what He endured in order that I might be set free? When I saw "The Passion of The Christ", I had to look away many times. How could I watch what my sin cost Him? Although seeing, hearing, knowing is difficult, it can not come close to what He went through for me. Why did He do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOVE. Love for me and love for you. Though it is still hard for me to read and hear those words of that crucifixion day, I know why they are necessary. And joyously, I know that the story doesn't end there. As "The Passion of the Christ" ended, it made me feel so sad and dejected. Although the film did portray the empty tomb, I felt like more of the story needed to be told. I wanted to jump up and shout, "That's not the end! The best part wasn't told. Jesus isn't dead! He's Alive! He lives!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So as we approach this wonderful Resurrection Sunday, I am reminded of the great things God has done for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He has given me the greatest gift of all - salvation - through faith in His Son, Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He has given me the indwelling of the Holy Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He has given me His Word, and not only one Bible, but many!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He has given me a husband, a son and a daughter-in-law, and a "daughter by love" &amp;amp; her husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He has given me a home and extended family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He has given me the ability to teach, even when I have doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He gives me strength for each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He has given me His love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He has given me many opportunities to serve Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He has given me my senses that I am able to enjoy His creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Great things God has promised. Great things God has done. There is no way I can list them all, but my heart overflows, knowing that He loves me and is with me all the time. For that I am forever thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so, I ask again.... what has God done for you? Rejoice and be glad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blessings to you on this special weekend as we celebrate God's love for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-8977412187554000055?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8977412187554000055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=8977412187554000055&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/8977412187554000055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/8977412187554000055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/great-things-he-has-done.html' title='Great Things He Has Done'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R-WTjybd0kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WdZm3s41pLw/s72-c/great-things-cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-6241162105281626894</id><published>2008-03-16T16:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:28:25.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R92CvZweBkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4GLMtbaxEPc/s1600-h/tagged.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178438897425581634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R92CvZweBkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4GLMtbaxEPc/s320/tagged.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://wannabethatgal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lori &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tagged me! Want to know more? Check out my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sss4joy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;other blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. This is more like a scavenger hunt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-6241162105281626894?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6241162105281626894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=6241162105281626894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6241162105281626894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6241162105281626894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R92CvZweBkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4GLMtbaxEPc/s72-c/tagged.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-5077442846156025864</id><published>2008-03-16T15:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:34:29.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R91vMJweBiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NMltg0txRO4/s1600-h/March+2,+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178417401114265122" style="WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="207" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R91vMJweBiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NMltg0txRO4/s320/March+2,+2008.JPG" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;photo taken March 2, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, does this look like a Palm Sunday should look? Perhaps that is why I can't believe that it is today, and that Resurrection Sunday is only a week away! Tonight, we are having an Easter Cantada at my church. Regardless of the weather, we can rejoice that we have a Risen Savior! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I posted a &lt;a href="http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/glorious-day-in-maine.html"&gt;photo &lt;/a&gt;of our house a few months ago, I thought we had a lot of snow. It has steadily increased, making me very happy to have a snowy winter, but I must admit, I am ready for spring. Signs of spring are in the air - birds singing, snow slowly melting, water puddles in the potholes, and slightly warmer weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other day, my mom and I passed the car in the photo below. It had more snow around it then and didn't look quite so dirty; a bit more of it is showing today. I thought it was so funny to see just the front end of a car sticking out from a snowbank. It's a wonder that the snowplow never clipped it. There is a sidewalk between the street and the car, but still ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I thought I would share the signs of spring here in the Northeast with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R91vApweBhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KGL2fQ7F2aA/s1600-h/3-16-08Dix.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178417203545769490" style="CURSOR: hand" height="227" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R91vApweBhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KGL2fQ7F2aA/s320/3-16-08Dix.JPG" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wishing you a wonderful day. &lt;a href="http://www.justparents.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;img title="UK Parenting Advice" alt="UK Parenting Advice" src="http://www.free-blinkies.com/blinkies/Christian/f0b98160.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85683/jamie/e9e748639512a4ab7477c1e9f81d326e.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-5077442846156025864?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5077442846156025864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=5077442846156025864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/5077442846156025864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/5077442846156025864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-countdown.html' title='Spring Countdown'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R91vMJweBiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NMltg0txRO4/s72-c/March+2,+2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-3520044250821929</id><published>2008-03-05T18:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:35:06.017-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Life is short - what's on your list?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R89JisHbQkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Kn0ZRgE5Ebs/s1600-h/happiness-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174435357178675778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="219" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R89JisHbQkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Kn0ZRgE5Ebs/s320/happiness-life.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something must happen around the age of 50. First of all, I find it hard to believe that I am in my 50's. When did that happen? There have been various instances in the past couple years that have made me think about the things I hope to accomplish, the books I want to read, the places I want to go, etc. Today as I was looking at Deby's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://applesofgoldinpicturesofsilver.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apples of Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; blog, I found a link to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="ttp://chatty101.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-in-1001.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chatty Housewife's blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;which led me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://triplux.stilljournal.com/dayzero/default.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; link!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was quite inspired by some of the ideas. 101 things to do in 1001 days, Identify 100 things that make you happy, Reduce your worldly possessions to 100 items - whoa, that's scary. I don't know how I'd do if I tried that. I have too many sentimental items. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am looking forward to having some time for myself again soon. I finish one long term substituting stint in 2 days. The next one begins in late April. I will have some time to reflect on these lists and see what I can come up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever read the book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=203268&amp;amp;netp_id=471311&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;item_code=WW&amp;amp;view=details"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jacob's List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;? I found it inspirational, along with the songs, "Live Like You were Dying" and "When the Sand Runs Out", both of which are on the cd "Three Wooden Crosses." All of these have made me think of making a list of what I want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How about you? Have you ever made a list of things you want to accomplish? Tell me about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85683/jamie/e9e748639512a4ab7477c1e9f81d326e.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-3520044250821929?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3520044250821929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=3520044250821929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/3520044250821929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/3520044250821929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-is-short-whats-on-your-list.html' title='Life is short - what&apos;s on your list?'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R89JisHbQkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Kn0ZRgE5Ebs/s72-c/happiness-life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-8987494568422536865</id><published>2008-02-13T16:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:35:47.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear to my Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R7Nl0eCFvhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fDMzXO1mFe8/s1600-h/MickelDanatien.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166585149613522450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R7Nl0eCFvhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fDMzXO1mFe8/s320/MickelDanatien.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Valentine's Day approaches, I want to share with you a ministry that is special to me. It is &lt;a href="http://www.hishandsforhaiti.org/"&gt;His Hands For Haiti &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In 2000 and 2001, I went to Haiti on mission trips. It was a life changing experience. We worked in Pignon which is in north-central Haiti. Since my first trip, I felt like I left a bit of my heart there. It's hard to explain. I haven't been able to go back again, but I am willing should the Lord open the door for me to go. Since my trips to Haiti, I learned about this ministry right here in Maine that seeks sponsors for children to help provide an education and one meal a day. Sometimes, that is the only meal a child receives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you have seen or read news stories recently, you may know that there is a terrible food shortage in Haiti right now and food distribution is very difficult. We have so much that we take for granted....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This little boy is one of the 3 students that I sponsor. Can you believe only $80 a year provides schooling for them? I urge you to go take a look at the site. Pray for these children. I know, they are just a few of the thousands who are needy all over the world. Perhaps you are looking for a special love gift to give on Valentine's Day. What better gift to give someone, or in memory of a loved one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;than the gift of education to a child who has nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85683/jamie/e9e748639512a4ab7477c1e9f81d326e.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-8987494568422536865?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8987494568422536865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=8987494568422536865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/8987494568422536865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/8987494568422536865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/dear-to-my-heart.html' title='Dear to my Heart'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R7Nl0eCFvhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fDMzXO1mFe8/s72-c/MickelDanatien.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-1835264298258400557</id><published>2008-01-21T19:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:36:13.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ageing Gracefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R5VKISj6DaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-xq6CoPNigg/s1600-h/himbutton.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158110454504623522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R5VKISj6DaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-xq6CoPNigg/s320/himbutton.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God must have a lesson for me today .... Earlier in the day, &lt;a href="http://cherishthehome.blogspot.com/2008/01/impromptu-lunch.html"&gt;Mrs. B&lt;/a&gt; challenged me in her blog&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; entry about an impromptu lunch and how important it is to be a flexible help-mate with a good attitude to my husband. Of course I knew that, but needed a gentle reminder.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I visited some blogs this evening, I came upon a reoccurring theme - accepting myself as I am, as I age. I have to admit I have sometimes stood looking into my mirror arguing with God that I just can't be 50+; it CAN'T be; NO, it can't BE! Regardless, it is the truth. Do I feel it? Do I act it? It most likely depends upon the day, but in my mind's eye, I am not 50+! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I visited &lt;a href="http://morthanenough.wordpress.com/2008/01/20/the-gift/"&gt;Nancy&lt;/a&gt; and read her post "the gift", then went to see &lt;a href="http://ozarksstitching.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; who has some thoughts on aging at the top of her blog, and then visited &lt;a href="http://sharonsquietreflections.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sharon&lt;/a&gt; who has a beautiful video/song and reflective thoughts at her site, "The Real Me." I think I am afraid to visit more blogs! LOL! Interesting, I never would have given this topic any thought today until I read what I did today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes,, I did go to check another favorite site - &lt;a href="http://sunshine-on-my-shoulders.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunshine on my Shoulders&lt;/a&gt;, and there, Diana is giving the opportunity to share what God is doing in my life - "Him in My Life" Mondays. So, here I am. I don't know for sure what God wants of me, but I know I need to be open to His leading and teaching. I know that I need to accept who I am right now as a 50-something! I also know that I have some work to do in the area of accepting myself as He does. I am such an approval seeker when it comes to other people, but the only one I need to truly seek approval from is my LORD. If I do that, I know all else will fall in place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm thankful to the ones He put in my path today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85683/jamie/e9e748639512a4ab7477c1e9f81d326e.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-1835264298258400557?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1835264298258400557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=1835264298258400557&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1835264298258400557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1835264298258400557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/ageing-gracefully.html' title='Ageing Gracefully'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R5VKISj6DaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-xq6CoPNigg/s72-c/himbutton.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-4258029439156628631</id><published>2008-01-19T13:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:36:56.433-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart attack'/><title type='text'>A Bump in the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R5JEXSj6DSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Vr-WsyW2d6g/s1600-h/showmethyways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157259690202762530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R5JEXSj6DSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Vr-WsyW2d6g/s320/showmethyways.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Winter in Maine brings many bumps in the road, especially with frost heaves. Last Wednesday, alon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;g came a bump in our Life's Road. I had a call from my dh at work, after school, which was very odd, since he wouldn't call me unless it were important. I knew he had scheduled a dr. appointment for 2 that afternoon, so figured it must be related. He was being very vague, but to make a long story short he had gone into the ER at 11:30am and a blood test had shown that something was going on with his heart. Little did I know what that meant, and it still wasn't clear when I got to the hospital, but then as a bit of time passed, it came out that he had had a heart attack and was being transported by helicopter to a heart unit at another hospital. WHAT???!!!! I guess I got into a bit of my own adreneline rush then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He is now fine; it was a mild attack and the blockage was in a spot that did not need to be/could not be stinted without causing more damage. So, now we make some dietary changes, as well as some lifestyle changes. At 51, this was a wake up call (for both of us), and we are praising God that it was not worse and is treatable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am so glad that God knew all abut this beforehand; he had mentally prepared my son &amp;amp; I for it, so though it was a shock to have to face it, we discovered as we talked, that we really weren't surprised that it had happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=1200005"&gt;Heart attacks&lt;/a&gt; happen at any age. Know the &lt;a href="http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=3053#Heart_Attack"&gt;signs&lt;/a&gt;. My husband didn't have "pain". He had what he called a "sensation", sort of a burning feeling on the surface of his chest and some back pain/achiness that he thought was from shoveling snow, working on a plugged sewer at our rental property, putting logs into the back of the pick-up and then unloading them, etc. So we joke now about his "sensation" and "episode" - such vague terms he was using, but it was very real, and could have been worse had he ignored it longer than he did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My advice: Be aware, and if you suspect something, get checked out!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="" target="_blank" href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85683/jamie/e9e748639512a4ab7477c1e9f81d326e.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-4258029439156628631?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4258029439156628631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=4258029439156628631&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4258029439156628631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4258029439156628631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/bump-in-road.html' title='A Bump in the Road'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R5JEXSj6DSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Vr-WsyW2d6g/s72-c/showmethyways.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-4307482485343384185</id><published>2008-01-13T13:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:37:20.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And a child shall lead them....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few days ago, I was forwarded a YouTube addy to watch and finally did so today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Perhaps it has already made the rounds, but I just had to share it here. The message is so simple, yet the cornerstone for the whole Bible. God loves us so much, He gave His son for us. I hope you will watch. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCdZwitrNoY&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCdZwitrNoY&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Have a "SON"filled day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-4307482485343384185?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4307482485343384185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=4307482485343384185&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4307482485343384185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4307482485343384185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-child-shall-lead-them.html' title='And a child shall lead them....'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-6500497003159428271</id><published>2008-01-08T18:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:37:55.210-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><title type='text'>Where do you go on Sundays?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R4QSDyj6DPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BpsXL16qiOo/s1600-h/romans1212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153263729939975410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R4QSDyj6DPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BpsXL16qiOo/s320/romans1212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Two Sunday's ago my pastor told us he wanted us to make a resolution to stop going "to church"! Imagine the surprise we felt at hearing that. He then went on to explain while asking the question, "What is the church?" It is apparent that &lt;u&gt;we&lt;/u&gt; are the church - not a building. So, rather than go "to church" he'd like us to "go to worship." I've been pondering on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Last Sunday, he continued on the theme of worship ... what constitutes worship? Some people may find a very traditional church service the best way to worship, and others may find more contemporary services help them worship. What about the various aspects of the service? More things to ponder as he taught us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;Everything that we do should be a form of worship: our singing, our praying, our giving, our listening, our learning, our reaching out to others, etc. None of these can be worship though if our hearts aren't right. So, we can't say we've been to "worship' just because we took part in the service. So now come my musings .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;We have to look inside. What will we find? A stubborn spirit or a teachable one? A willing heart or a complaining spirit? A heart that is open to changes that will bring glory to God, or a spirit that is holding fast to "the way things have always been done" even if it's apparent that those "traditions" aren't necessarily right? A heart that is content to stay the same or one that yearns to learn and grow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;I pray that I will have a teachable heart, a willing spirit that seeks to glorify God, and a heart that yearns to learn and grow. How about you? Are you going to church or to worship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;Is your heart going with you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 51:10&lt;br /&gt;Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-6500497003159428271?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6500497003159428271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=6500497003159428271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6500497003159428271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/6500497003159428271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-do-you-go-on-sundays.html' title='Where do you go on Sundays?'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R4QSDyj6DPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BpsXL16qiOo/s72-c/romans1212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-7007655580595688946</id><published>2008-01-02T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:57:12.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maine'/><title type='text'>A Glorious Day in Maine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R3vhtij6DNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_wpzPH7drw8/s1600-h/1-2-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150958771316067538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R3vhtij6DNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_wpzPH7drw8/s320/1-2-08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is if you like snow! This is our house this morning after another 10" of fresh snow. Today is blustery and sunny. that makes it a good "Pooh" day ~ huddled inside with a pot of honey (tea/coffee/cocoa!)I do. Hubby had to get up extra early to get the driveway snowblowed out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't like to see a brown winter which we have had the past few years where we end up getting snow late Feb. - April. By April, I want Spring! So I look at the snow as a blessing. It also reminds me that Jesus has washed me "whiter than snow". Wow! That's WHITE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, I am enjoying a snow day catching up on odds and ends, putting away some Christmas decorations, writing thank you notes, hemming some new comfy, corduroy pants, and yes, playing on the computer. But I did do my bible reading first. OK.... I did some of it. I guess I better be totally honest. I am easily distracted. A very big problem for me..... anyone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have a &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=7596&amp;amp;netp_id=150799&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;item_code=WW&amp;amp;view=details"&gt;Chronological Bible&lt;/a&gt; that I like a lot, and I am going to read chronologically again using &lt;a href="http://www.yearlybibleblog.org/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/yearly-bibile-plan-v2.pdf"&gt;a guide&lt;/a&gt; I found online. For Christmas, I bought a new &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=014235&amp;amp;netp_id=377920&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;item_code=WW&amp;amp;view=details"&gt;Nelson's Study Bible&lt;/a&gt; for my hubby and me. It looks like it has some awesome study helps which I am anxious to start reading. I still love my John R Rice Reference Bible which has been my guide for the past 25 years and will remain a favorite, but I do like reading others as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you are interested in joining me and some of my friends in reading through the Bible this year, &lt;a href="http://bibleplan.org/#3"&gt;here is another site&lt;/a&gt; with many guides and &lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/devotions/chronological/?date=2008-01-01"&gt;here is one that you can listen&lt;/a&gt; to while you read. I will say that this last one is not KJV if that is what you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I must go accomplish more of my list of things that need to be finished. Have a wonderful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-7007655580595688946?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7007655580595688946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=7007655580595688946&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/7007655580595688946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/7007655580595688946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/glorious-day-in-maine.html' title='A Glorious Day in Maine'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R3vhtij6DNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_wpzPH7drw8/s72-c/1-2-08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-4729590454686256689</id><published>2007-12-31T21:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:39:32.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual life'/><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R3m14Cj6DMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BKD8SL579e0/s1600-h/jer2911.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150347623239650498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R3m14Cj6DMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BKD8SL579e0/s320/jer2911.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~1pete57/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Coffey Home Graphics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Isn't that a beautiful promise from God's Word? A nice reminder as we begin a new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;Don't you wonder what God's plans are for you this year? Do you have a sense of excitement about what He is going to do in your life, the lessons He has, the journey He will take you on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;Aren't you glad we can have a hope and a future with Him? I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;It's a quiet evening for us. Hubby was working on his computer and now snoozing in his chair! I've been catching up on some blog reading. Earlier I made some hand stamped thank you notes, or I should say, I have started some. I must go finish them soon and pick up my mess. I'm not so sure I will be able to stay up to see the New Year in as I usually do. I must be getting old, but it's just over an hour away now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;I have not made any resolutions. The ones I've made in the past, I usually fail at, so why set myself up for failure??! Of course there are things I hope to accomplish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;I love to read inspirational fiction. Not "fluff" books, but those that have a message, a challenge, an encouraging word. For the past few years I have been telling myself that I should read more non-fiction. I am thinking that for every fiction book I read, I need to read a non-fiction one. I certainly have plenty sitting in my bookcases. Why buy them if I am not going to read them? Osmosis hasn't happened yet, and I don't expect it will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;I have many, many handcraft projects started.... it would be nice to finish some of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Of course, I have spiritual goals as well. I would like to be a better pray-er. I would like to read the Bible through in 1 year - not the 4 that it has taken me (and I still am not done). I like reading it in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yearlybibleblog.org/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/yearly-bibile-plan-v2.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;chronological order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; and will plan to do that again. This plan looks a bit different than my Chronological Bible and I can use a regular Bible for it. I hope to get myself onto a schedule now that I am teaching so I can set time aside to lead a ladies Bible study again. We need that time together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;I'm sure there are other things I will think of later. Most of all, I was Jesus to be seen through me. I want to be a shining light for Him. I want the children I teach, and the teachers I am in contact with, and others to know there is something different in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How about you? Do you have special goals or resolutions for 2008? May God bless you and may He be glorified through us. ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85683/jamie/e9e748639512a4ab7477c1e9f81d326e.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-4729590454686256689?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4729590454686256689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=4729590454686256689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4729590454686256689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/4729590454686256689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R3m14Cj6DMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BKD8SL579e0/s72-c/jer2911.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-1905450344814214427</id><published>2007-12-28T17:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:40:23.751-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>From My House to Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R3V2eCj6DLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0ELcawHoK38/s1600-h/100_2110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149152007423659186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R3V2eCj6DLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0ELcawHoK38/s320/100_2110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Even though Christmas Day is over, I still have my tree, lights and decorations up. Often I keep them up until Epiphany, Jan. 6. In recent years I have been taking them down on New Year's Day, symbolizing a new start. I thought I would share a photo of Christmas at our house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Although I have been on "vacation" for a week, I am just now getting around to visiting some of my favorite blogs. I look forward to Fridays when &lt;a href="http://kellishouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelli&lt;/a&gt; hosts the Show &amp;amp; Tell. I enjoy looking at special things others share. You can see what I shared today at my &lt;a href="http://sss4joy.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt;. I will give you a hint - jewelry made by my cousin. Go have a look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-1905450344814214427?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1905450344814214427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=1905450344814214427&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1905450344814214427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1905450344814214427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-my-house-to-yours.html' title='From My House to Yours'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R3V2eCj6DLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0ELcawHoK38/s72-c/100_2110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-3187831265803752137</id><published>2007-12-22T19:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:41:16.662-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Celebrating our family Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been awhile since I have been able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to post. The past 2 and a half weeks have been packed with gift preparations and subbing (full time) in a fourth grade classroom. I love teaching, but the days aren't long enough! Then I come home, correct papers and fall asleep! It's not a very interesting life, but I'm thankful for the opportunity to teach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We celebrated out family Christmas today since my DIL has to work Christmas Day. I bought very little and made various things personalized for the person getting the gift. Since I read a Calvin Coolidge quote a few weeks ago, “Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.” and being convicted that our gift giving needed to change, I have had a more peaceful heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I do admit that I was stressing a bit about getting things done for today, especially since my dh was called out to a fire for a few hours and was not able to help with some things as planned. But, the day turned out fine, of course, and everyone has gone home. Now I look forward to a few peaceful, quiet days. My dh &amp;amp; I have never had a Christmas day alone, so that will be different. Our neighbors will come over for coffee and coffeecake in the later morning as has become our own personal tradition. It's nice. Though we live right next door, some time we get so busy that we don't visit together for months, so this is a special time for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm ready to crash now, but thought I would use this opportunity to get caught up. May your coming days be filled with peace, love and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85683/jamie/e9e748639512a4ab7477c1e9f81d326e.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-3187831265803752137?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3187831265803752137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=3187831265803752137&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/3187831265803752137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/3187831265803752137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/celebrating-our-family-christmas.html' title='Celebrating our family Christmas'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-1991141740934827333</id><published>2007-12-07T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:52:58.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show and tell'/><title type='text'>Show and Tell Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please visit what I am sharing this week here at my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sss4joy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stamp, Stitch, Scrap 4JOY blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's is something that I treasure and got me into one of my hobbies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I may not blog as often as I would like.  I am not substitute teaching full time for three months in a 4th grade classroom.  I enjoy it, but I come home exhausted!  I pray my &lt;a href="http://www.fibrohope.org/"&gt;fibro&lt;/a&gt; flare will subside and am relying on God's strength to get me through each day.... especially when I stay after school until 4:30 or 5pm to get things done and get my mind settled.  Today I stayed to put up a December bulletin board and to put up the Christmas tree and get lights on it. I'm glad that we can put up a Christmas tree in the classroom and call it that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, if you don't hear from me, you will know why.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Philippians 4:13 "I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-1991141740934827333?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1991141740934827333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=1991141740934827333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1991141740934827333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1991141740934827333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/show-and-tell-friday.html' title='Show and Tell Friday'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-2776893851108025444</id><published>2007-12-05T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T20:27:10.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Thinking about Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today someone asked me if my Christmas shopping is done. I stopped to think. I honestly don't know. Because I am making many gifts, or had some bought ahead, or am using prints of my own nature photos for gifts, I really don't know what I need to buy. Buying hasn't been high on my list this year. Oh, I did buy a set of pots and pans for my mom, which she needed and will like because they are red, but I don't have a buying list. The thought on my mind most of all this year is this: the best gift is LOVE. LOVE = TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It may be time spent on making something special for someone. It might mean taking the time to write a letter or make a phone call. It might the time it take to stop by and have that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atthewell.com/christmas/tea/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cup of Christmas Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; with someone you haven't seen in awhile. each year our pastor reads that poem to us, challenging us to go out and visit a neighbor, a relative, someone in need, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My son &amp;amp; wife have asked for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.lowes.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; gift cards because they are remodeling their first home. I would like to add some "coupons" to that to gift: a gift of our time to help with whatever project they have going. As a young married couple, they are busy and may not come see us as much as we would like, and might not think about how important time is, but I want to model that for them. We are willing to give our time, because that is an expression of our love to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So that is what's I've been musing about .... Christmas .... gifts .... love .... time ... and tea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1cYs9BocHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LZOpEXX95Kw/s1600-h/CoolClips_food0262.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140604660241428594" style="CURSOR: hand" height="66" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1cYs9BocHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LZOpEXX95Kw/s320/CoolClips_food0262.jpeg" width="72" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1cXstBocFI/AAAAAAAAADw/p36l1t_W-cw/s1600-h/CoolClips_food0262.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1cYGtBocGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tL1MgLXGPoQ/s1600-h/CoolClips_wb030551.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-2776893851108025444?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2776893851108025444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=2776893851108025444&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/2776893851108025444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/2776893851108025444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/thinking-about-gifts.html' title='Thinking about Gifts'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1cYs9BocHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LZOpEXX95Kw/s72-c/CoolClips_food0262.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-469844259828141906</id><published>2007-12-03T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:19:05.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>A Snowy Day in Maine</title><content type='html'>It's a good day to be inside and relax. Relax?? Ha! I have so many thngs I need to do, but I must say I have been blessed by visiting some new blogs today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so nice to meet other Christian ladies and be encouraged by them. &lt;a href="http://sharonsquietreflections.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sharon &lt;/a&gt;is hosting a giveaway. &lt;a href="http://jackie-happywife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jackie&lt;/a&gt; shares what Christmas is like in Paraguay. &lt;a href="http://penofjen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; shared a couple days ago about a very special doll her daughter received and the precious memories attached to it. &lt;a href="http://sunshine-on-my-shoulders.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diana&lt;/a&gt; has a very cheery Christmasy website and I love her nature photos. &lt;a href="http://ozarksstitching.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; shows some of the projects she and her her husband have been working on. &lt;a href="http://www.ginnyscrafts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ginny&lt;/a&gt; posted a new ornament she finished cross stitching. Very pretty. I like checking in on Katy, their MinPin since my son &amp;amp; wife have a MinPin puppy (Macey).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I must get to my own To Do list and enjoy the snowy weather and Christmas music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will leave you with photos of my "Grandpets". I hope to get to see them again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1QpU9BocEI/AAAAAAAAADo/TXYhdvuj9Wc/s1600-R/Sager11-4-07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139778514692108354" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="184" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1QpU9BocEI/AAAAAAAAADo/vEOITKjW6BU/s320/Sager11-4-07.JPG" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sager - a tiger kitty is a handsome boy. He is maybe 6 months old or so. He came from a shelter and has a broken or chipped bone in one leg. (I'm not remembering the exact injury). Sager had the house to himself for a few weeks and then along came Macey - she's a pretty girl. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1QpL9BocDI/AAAAAAAAADg/N18r6fcnJUU/s1600-R/Macey+D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139778360073285682" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="291" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1QpL9BocDI/AAAAAAAAADg/9WXZvpcJCEY/s320/Macey+D.JPG" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She may have been the runt oof the litter, weighing in a 3 pounds at 9 weeks old, but she has Attitude! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-469844259828141906?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/469844259828141906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=469844259828141906&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/469844259828141906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/469844259828141906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/snowy-day-in-maine.html' title='A Snowy Day in Maine'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1QpU9BocEI/AAAAAAAAADo/vEOITKjW6BU/s72-c/Sager11-4-07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-496296353179273322</id><published>2007-11-30T19:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:43:44.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Show and Tell Friday</title><content type='html'>I learned about Show and Tell Friday at my friend &lt;a href="http://applesofgoldinpicturesofsilver.blogspot.com/"&gt;D's blog&lt;/a&gt; and that sent me to &lt;a href="http://kellishouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;"There is no place like home" blog&lt;/a&gt;. This is my first time to do this. I have a number of things I collect. Today I'd like to share with you my Snowbabies collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1DiCdBocCI/AAAAAAAAADY/4H-Q-EWSGuc/s1600-R/collectibles1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138855706608824354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1DiCdBocCI/AAAAAAAAADY/qCdV1twu6gc/s320/collectibles1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all began about 20 years ago when I received one from my neighbor whom I babysat for. I didn't know it was part of a collection until a few years later. My first figurine was of two little snowbabies on a toboggin, representing her liitle boy and mine. They loved to play in the snow and then would come in with rosy red cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1CoP9Bob_I/AAAAAAAAADA/juO0hy59Rr8/s1600-R/snowbabies6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138792166862647282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1CoP9Bob_I/AAAAAAAAADA/OKkDXfH6AQM/s320/snowbabies6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have since added more snowbabies on sleds. One of my favorite ones was a gift from my son, now grown, for Christmas. It's the one of the snowbaby holding a blue blanket. My son loved his "Minnie" when he was little so it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1DfydBocAI/AAAAAAAAADI/LIYIPngXewc/s1600-R/snowbabies3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138853232707661826" style="CURSOR: hand" height="221" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1DfydBocAI/AAAAAAAAADI/v2BqSsj6HXs/s320/snowbabies3.JPG" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; reminds &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me of him. My mom has given me quite a few of these. My husband and son have given me the rest. Many of them have special meaning. One that isn't shown is playing a violin which reminds me of when our son took violin lessons in 3rd grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138854834730463250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1DhPtBocBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TFqUo81ewrU/s320/snowbabies1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Thanks for visiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-496296353179273322?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/496296353179273322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=496296353179273322&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/496296353179273322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/496296353179273322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/show-and-tell-friday.html' title='Show and Tell Friday'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R1DiCdBocCI/AAAAAAAAADY/qCdV1twu6gc/s72-c/collectibles1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-2528964459700393867</id><published>2007-11-29T09:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:44:38.521-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>What is Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started to comment on &lt;a href="http://www.poohisstamping.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lori's blog &lt;/a&gt;and realized my answer was more like a blog entry! So, now I know what I will write today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What is Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For some people it's the most depressing time because they can't live up to the expectations their children have that are fed by the media. For others it's another excuse to party and get drunk. Others see it as an opportunity to gather with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;family and friends and give gifts, but why? Is it out of duty or love? Or just a family tradition? It is because they are celebrating Christmas or a holiday/day off from work? Do they remember St. Nicholas, Santa Claus, or are they remembering the birth of Jesus Christ and the gifts the wise men presented to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other day a freind shared with me a song by Reba McEntire called &lt;a href="http://www.reba.com/music/discography/20thcenturymasterschristmas/"&gt;"Happy Birthday Jesus (I'll Open This One for You)" &lt;/a&gt;. I wish I could share the whole song with you, but it spoke to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A friend on an email list sent a link to a YouTube video called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAckfn8yiAQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas with a Capital C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; which really says it all for me! It's a rather "rocky" song but the message is so clear. I hope you will take a look and share the message with others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why are you celebrating Christmas? What/Who does it make you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As for me, I will be remembering the birth of The Christ, the Messiah, the Savior, Emmanual ~ Jesus, Son of God. Even though man put a date on that day and the world has distorted and corrupted the remembrance, those who do remember can make a difference. We can use this Holy-day to share with those who have forgotten, or who have never known, why this Christmas Day is so important to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85683/jamie/e9e748639512a4ab7477c1e9f81d326e.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-2528964459700393867?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2528964459700393867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=2528964459700393867&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/2528964459700393867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/2528964459700393867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-christmas.html' title='What is Christmas?'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-3271758663019367035</id><published>2007-11-26T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T09:39:31.739-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Changes and Growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good Morning! First of all, you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the right place!  With winter coming on, the pink page was too "flowery" and I needed a a different look.  :-)  As for "growing", well it took a couple of friends a long time to convince me that I needed to start blogging.  Less than a month into it, I decided I needed 2!   I have started another blog to focus on handcrafted items made and received. Am I crazy???!!  So, if you have a chance, I hope you will check out my &lt;a href="http://sss4joy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stamp Stitch Scrap 4 JOY&lt;/a&gt; blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Have a blessed day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-3271758663019367035?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3271758663019367035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=3271758663019367035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/3271758663019367035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/3271758663019367035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/changes-and-growing.html' title='Changes and Growing'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-1646544163329320869</id><published>2007-11-24T22:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:45:41.206-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Preparations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Because I know the next few weeks will fly by, I am trying to work at getting myself prepared for Christmas bit by bit now. I know, many people have their Christmas cards mailed the day after Thanksgiving, but I have never been one of those people! I get my inspiration just before a holiday, and then I don't have time to do what I want.... I am in the process of making a calendar, a scrapbook, and a couple scarves for gifts as well as a cross stitch project! I wonder if there is some way to stretch the month of December. LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;We are having a church Christmas gathering at my house on Dec 7, so I &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;to have my home decorated and ready! My hubby helped me get my Christmas village out and he cleaned it up for me. That was so helpful. I now have it sitting in my living room window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;Usually I try to make my own cards wih rubber stamps, but this year I decided to use one of my photos for the card as suggested by a friend of mine. I thought I would share the photo with you. I will stamp the inside text. I usually mail an annual letter too, but I have not yet begun it. Soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R0jy7mJgoBI/AAAAAAAAABg/1oRXHEr9sxI/s1600-h/winter+pines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136622480682688530" style="WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="261" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R0jy7mJgoBI/AAAAAAAAABg/1oRXHEr9sxI/s320/winter+pines.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Maine pine cones © 2007 J-ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;Preparations .... I am reminded of the preparations God made in order to save us, in order to give us the opportunity of eternal life with Him. This time of the year is a remembrance of the beginnings of those preparations that one could see ~ Jesus the Christ, the Messiah, sent to be born a lowly birth. As we carry on with our preparations and family traditions this Christmas season, let us remember first and foremost WHY we are doing what we are doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;I leave you tonight with Hebrews 2:9,17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower than the angels for the suffering of death, crowned with glory and honour; that he by the grace of God should taste death for every man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherefore in all things it behoved him to be made like unto his brethren, that he might be a merciful and faithful high priest in things pertaining to God, to make reconciliation for the sins of the people."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"&gt;God bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-1646544163329320869?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1646544163329320869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=1646544163329320869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1646544163329320869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1646544163329320869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/preparations.html' title='Preparations'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R0jy7mJgoBI/AAAAAAAAABg/1oRXHEr9sxI/s72-c/winter+pines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-8004626889913152328</id><published>2007-11-21T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:46:02.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R0RnJ2Jgn-I/AAAAAAAAABE/0DAihTnPo98/s1600-h/first+snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135342893961093090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R0RnJ2Jgn-I/AAAAAAAAABE/0DAihTnPo98/s320/first+snow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;We had a bit of snow yesterday, but more snow fell overnight. I just wanted to share with you a photo of our first snowfall - a bit of autumn and winter together! It might not last long but it brings to mind the old Thanksgiving song ~ "Over the river and through the woods".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;I baked my pies yesterday ~ apple and pumpkin. I've also cooked my potatoes and squash. I am trying to do as much as possible so tomorrow can be "stress-free" - I hope! We will have a small gathering with just my BIL and mom joining us. My DS &amp;amp; DIL have to work, but they will be in our thoughts. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(added later: So much for stress free - when I mashed my potatoes, they came out like wallpaper paste! They were so starchy.  They tasted about as appetizing as wallpaper paste would, too. UGH.  I will try again tomorrow.  Does anyone have any cooking disasters to share to make me feel better??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;May you be blessed with family, friends and special memories on Thanksgiving Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-8004626889913152328?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8004626889913152328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=8004626889913152328&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/8004626889913152328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/8004626889913152328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-snow.html' title='First Snow'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/R0RnJ2Jgn-I/AAAAAAAAABE/0DAihTnPo98/s72-c/first+snow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-7855172591036104324</id><published>2007-11-21T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:47:45.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Didn't Know About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;My friend, the writer of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ginnyscrafts.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;A Crafter's Chronology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt; , tagged me for the eight things you didn't know about me meme. When tagged you must list the person who tagged you and post the rules. At the end of the post you must tag and link to 8 other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;1. Jobs I have had include: Headstart helper, field worker for Soil &amp;amp; Water Conservation Dept., Telephone surveyor, Tutor, Teacher, Children's Librarian, Baby sitter, Substitute teacher, Care giver, and Life Insurance sales, but being a &lt;em&gt;wife &amp;amp; mother&lt;/em&gt; are best of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;2. I enjoy genealogy research when I have time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;3. I collect souvenier spoons (among other things!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;4. I like watching NASCAR, football, ice hockey, and the Olympics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;5. I hope to go to Scotland someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;7. I am a fire auxiliary memeber and my dh is fire chief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;8. Though I have siblings, I am really an "only" child. No one else has the same mother and father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;Because I am new to blogging and the only ones I know well have already been tagged, so, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;I tag: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-7855172591036104324?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7855172591036104324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=7855172591036104324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/7855172591036104324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/7855172591036104324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-you-didnt-know-about-me.html' title='Things You Didn&apos;t Know About Me'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-499508078492958161</id><published>2007-11-20T08:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:46:58.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Giving revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I read &lt;a href="http://applesofgoldinpicturesofsilver.blogspot.com/"&gt;my friend D's&lt;/a&gt; blog this morning, something really hit me. We give thanks for the good things in our life. That's easy. God blesses us with so much. So much that we often take things for granted. But when was the last time you gave thanks for an affliction, an illness, a sorrow, even a death of a loved one? Can it be done? I think of Paul when he wrote that he asked God to remove his affliction 3 times and God said no. Why? God's grace is sufficient. &lt;a href="http://bible1.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=2+Corinthians+12%3A7-10&amp;amp;section=0&amp;amp;version=kjv&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;oq=&amp;amp;NavBook=2co&amp;amp;NavGo=12&amp;amp;NavCurrentChapter=12"&gt;2 Corinthians 12:7-10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you thought about that for your own life? Are you praising God for the affliction in your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take a moment to read &lt;a href="http://bible1.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=2+Corinthians+4%3A8-18&amp;amp;section=0&amp;amp;version=kjv&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;oq=weakness"&gt;2 Corinthians 4:8-18&lt;/a&gt; and ask God to show you what you need to thank him for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blessings to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-499508078492958161?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/499508078492958161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=499508078492958161&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/499508078492958161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/499508078492958161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-giving-revisited.html' title='Thanks Giving revisited'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-2350009043577784019</id><published>2007-11-15T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T20:24:26.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;As we approach Thanksgiving Day, I am thinking of things I am thankful for. Aside from being thankful for having Jesus as my Lord and Savior, I am thankful for the family God has given me. I particularly want to honor my husband who is the fire chief in our small town and our son who is a volunteer firefighter/EMT and a 911 dispacher. Our daughter-in-law is also a fulltime FF. Today I will share a FF cross stitch sampler I made in honor of the fire fighters in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Rz0Bh2Jgn8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/5NTwN6i3b_U/s1600-h/x-stitch_chief.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Rz0BiGJgn9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zLrZmyWYmvI/s1600-h/FF+sampler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133260835549913042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Rz0BiGJgn9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zLrZmyWYmvI/s320/FF+sampler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-2350009043577784019?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2350009043577784019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=2350009043577784019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/2350009043577784019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/2350009043577784019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-giving.html' title='Thanks Giving'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/Rz0BiGJgn9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zLrZmyWYmvI/s72-c/FF+sampler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-8416350999770233651</id><published>2007-11-12T11:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:50:57.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Feeling stressed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We all face stress at one time or another. Stress over things that need to be done. Stress over not feeling well enough to do the things we ought to do. Stress over matters that are beyond our control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What do you do when you feel stressed? I guess all three of the above fit me today. What helps? Now I know the old saying that "stressed" spelled backwards is "desserts" and chocolate or a bowl of ice cream might seem to help at times, but not always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;How about the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Prayer for strength (Colossians 1:11). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A comfy chair in front of a sunny window (unless it's a migraine). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Easy listening music - I'm listening to Jim Brickman right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A cup of something warm to drink. (I like Chai).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Realizing that God is in control and everything will work out for His glory. (Romans 11:36)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Surround yourself with beauty. (Philippians 4:8) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/RziJpM8UBqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xE0X5V7JPBk/s1600-h/100_1712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132003116330518178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/RziJpM8UBqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xE0X5V7JPBk/s320/100_1712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;© 2007 J-ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What works for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-8416350999770233651?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8416350999770233651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=8416350999770233651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/8416350999770233651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/8416350999770233651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/feeling-stressed.html' title='Feeling stressed?'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/RziJpM8UBqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xE0X5V7JPBk/s72-c/100_1712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-1599056663562309629</id><published>2007-11-09T16:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:50:17.413-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Looking forward to the weekend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Today I subbed at our high school in the special ed department. Sometimes it involves helping students during study halls, or going into classrooms to take notes and to help students with assignments. Two classes today watched parts of movies pertaining to a book they are reading and a time period in history. I was glad I took some knitting with me so I could be busy while I watched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;I am working on a scarf for my secret pal at church and a second one for another Christmas present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;I have to get as much done in the next three weeks because on Dec. 3, I will begin to sub full time for a 4th grade class. This will be for 3 months. It will be fun, but tiring, too! I am so thankful that Jesus gives me the strength to get through each day. Philippians 4:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Every so often I will share some of the things I am working on. Today I will post a couple of my autumn cards that I like. I hope you like them, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/RzTZY88UBpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yfka9YvdPCk/s1600-h/AutumnLeaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130964898181023378" style="CURSOR: hand" height="255" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/RzTZY88UBpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yfka9YvdPCk/s320/AutumnLeaf.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/RzTZY88UBoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kngO252DD1k/s1600-h/Autumn+scarecrow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130964898181023362" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="287" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/RzTZY88UBoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kngO252DD1k/s320/Autumn+scarecrow.JPG" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;© 2007 J_ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-1599056663562309629?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1599056663562309629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=1599056663562309629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1599056663562309629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1599056663562309629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/looking-forward-to-weekend.html' title='Looking forward to the weekend....'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/RzTZY88UBpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yfka9YvdPCk/s72-c/AutumnLeaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173013209652547741.post-1081619624998172980</id><published>2007-11-08T12:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:51:27.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering the Blogging World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/RzNCX88UBnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4hfCeYhIHA0/s1600-h/hydrangia+blossoms+10-18-07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130517379768649330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/RzNCX88UBnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4hfCeYhIHA0/s320/hydrangia+blossoms+10-18-07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;© 2007 J-ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;OK, I've done it.... Some of my friends have said that I need to have a blog. Why? What will I write? Will I share ideas, my thoughts, my feelings? Will I share about my days, my pet peeves, my hobbies, my life? Will I share about my Creator, His marvelous world, His great love and mercy, His wonderful gift of salvation? Yes. I will share those things that on my heart. What will I begin with? I don't know that yet. For now, this is the beginning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173013209652547741-1081619624998172980?l=musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1081619624998172980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173013209652547741&amp;postID=1081619624998172980&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1081619624998172980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173013209652547741/posts/default/1081619624998172980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok-ive-done-it.html' title='Entering the Blogging World'/><author><name>J-ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984928105815429818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/TR0RLNiDCjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ou4xG8mkXlc/S220/102_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtVaAwAjbM/RzNCX88UBnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4hfCeYhIHA0/s72-c/hydrangia+blossoms+10-18-07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
