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in weakness."His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-64520534875306776642013-12-16T10:03:00.001-06:002013-12-16T10:04:15.360-06:00Merry Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-25854452532780471472011-02-21T14:35:00.000-06:002011-02-21T14:35:14.210-06:00Knowing Your PlaceJust thought I share an e-mail sent to me. I have been having a rough go. My MS has flared and caused me to have to use a cane for a while. First time for me to have to use a cane. A humbling experience for me.<br />
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I still realize God's grace is sufficient and that He is still on His throne. Sometimes He just has to remind me of that.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTYyNDc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD00MTgxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIyNzUmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTY0NjImZW1haWxpZD1sYWR5YnJpXzAwN0B5YWhvby5jb20mdXNlcmlkPTU1NTU2NCZleHRyYT0mJiY=&&&2010&&&http://roy.dayspring.com/2011/01/knowing-your-place.html" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="color: black; font: 15px Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif; text-decoration: none;"><i>Knowing Your Place</i></span></a></div><div> </div><div style="margin-top: 0px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: justify;">You are seated with Christ at God's right hand...<br />
<i>Nothing is higher than that !</i><br />
God loves you with an <span class="yiv1154300145yshortcuts" id="yiv1154300145lw_1298314823_2">everlasting love</span>...<br />
<i>Nothing is deeper than that !</i><br />
He invites you to drink from the river of His delights...<br />
<i>Nothing is purer than that !</i><br />
He shares His heart with you in communion...<br />
<i>Nothing is dearer than that !</i><br />
He watches over you with tender mercies...<br />
<i>Nothing is kinder that that !</i><br />
He is with you and will never leave you...<br />
<i>Nothing is nearer than that !</i><br />
He leads you according to the counsel of His own will...<br />
<i>Nothing is wiser than that !</i><br />
He faithfully feeds you from His word...<br />
<i>Nothing is truer than that !</i><br />
He is in you and joined to your spirit...<br />
<i>Nothing is closer than that !</i> </div><div style="margin-top: 10px; text-align: justify;">-Roy Lessin</div>His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-74579950510616220932011-01-04T23:25:00.000-06:002011-01-04T23:25:09.353-06:00Who Am II have signed up on Beth Moore's site, Living Proof and committed to memorizing 24 verses of scripture for the coming year. We commit to memorizing a verse on the 1st and the 15th of each month. Each person decides for their self what scripture they feel God is leading them to memorize. Then each person logs in with their scripture for the appointed time.<br />
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The scripture that I have committed to memorize for January 1, 2011 is 2 Samuel 7:18.<br />
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<i>"And King David went in and sat before the Lord and he said, Who am I, O Lord God, and what is my house that You should bring me this far." 2 Samuel 7:18</i><br />
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I have just finished a Deeper Still Bible Study and this is one of the verses that has really spoken to me. I have just sat and parked awhile with this verse, meditate on it, or chewed the cud as some old timers used to say<i>.</i> The New Year is really the time to stop and reflect on what God has done for us and our families. For us to realize that is because of nothing that we have done but because He loves us. All of the time it is for God 's glory and for His sake.<br />
<i>In Isaiah 37:35 God says</i>: <br />
<i><span class="versetext highlightThenFade" id="isa37-35"><span class="versenum">35</span> For I will <span class="strongs">defend</span> this <span class="strongs">city</span> to <span class="strongs">save</span> it for mine own sake, and for my <span class="strongs">servant</span> <span class="strongs">David's</span> sake. </span></i><br />
<i><span class="versetext highlightThenFade" id="isa37-35">Isaiah 45:11 </span></i> <span class="versetext" id="isa37-36" style="display: inline;"><span class="versenum"></span></span><br />
<i>For <span class="Highlight">My</span> own <span class="Highlight">sake</span>, for <span class="Highlight">My</span> own <span class="Highlight">sake</span>, I will do it; For how should <span class="Highlight">My</span> name be profaned? And I will not give <span class="Highlight">My</span> glory to another.</i><br />
Just some thoughts for you to reflect upon.<br />
Blessings my dear friends<br />
LindaHis grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-56790905227000217902010-12-31T11:34:00.000-06:002010-12-31T11:34:46.976-06:00Happy New YearHappy New Year every one. I pray that 2011 holds all that you envision it to be. However, we all know that most of our dreams do not always come true. Unexpected things pop up in our life that we did not plan for. That is part of living in this sin cursed world. There is only one thing that we can count on. That is God is there no matter what we are going through. So when you do not know what to do this coming year keep your eyes upon Him and follow in His steps.<br />
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</span>His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-39906431597215795492010-12-10T16:38:00.000-06:002010-12-10T16:38:54.648-06:00Becky Kelley - Where's the Line to See Jesus - OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OExXItDyWEY?fs=1" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"></iframe><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/1158817989DF7A3B3DAA74905D320553.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-53697878961405448952010-11-25T02:56:00.000-06:002010-11-25T02:56:00.417-06:00Happy ThanksgivingI know that everyone has so much to be Thankful for. I have. There is so much that God has blessed me with. I know for some this year has been harder financially than it is in the past. However, I know that most of us still have more than our brothers and sisters around the world.<br />
I have been blessed with a granddaughter this year. Hannah is nearly 4 months old. She melts our hearts.<br />
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Another praise, my best friend's husband received Christ as his Savior. I having been praying for him since I have known her (19yrs). He is 83 yrs old. He is quite a bit older than her. I have been rejoicing since receiving her phone call on Saturday. <br />
A prayer request, pray for my brother who wife went to heaven last October. The holidays are really hard for him and the family this year. Last year he was still in shock. This year it is really hitting him.<br />
More exciting news. My nephew just finished 15 weeks of basic training. He is home on a 10 day leave before going to his next placement. He has surprised everyone today by eloping. We are pleased to have a new addition to our ever growing family. I know that my brother and my sister in love are thrilled to have a daughter in love. Since they missed out on the girls like I did. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!! <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Five Little Pumpkins</b></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> Five little pumpkins <br />
Sitting on a gate.<br />
The first one said,<br />
"Oh, my it's getting late!"<br />
The second one said,<br />
"There are witches in the air!"<br />
The third one said,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> "Well, I don't care!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"> The fourth one said,<br />
"Let's run and run and run!"<br />
The fifth one said,<br />
"I'm ready for some fun!"<br />
Ooooo went the wind<br />
And out went the lights<br />
And the five little pumpkins<br />
Rolled out of sight. </div>His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-79887594197109492242010-10-25T17:38:00.001-05:002010-10-26T02:03:49.831-05:00This Far<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDsJ2RviTBWXPDYw5FgLpmar3cRbz6CewjGAxxdq3Krh2J0c9lTdt9UUDbLL3JzBvfRAoH8CNR8ob_buwiLRUiC5zIRua6WU2VKbF0yvt6ltx7sW3aXOrOI7ydlQqE9eSxERuCMSwZam3S/s1600/classic_autumn_scene_6797.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDsJ2RviTBWXPDYw5FgLpmar3cRbz6CewjGAxxdq3Krh2J0c9lTdt9UUDbLL3JzBvfRAoH8CNR8ob_buwiLRUiC5zIRua6WU2VKbF0yvt6ltx7sW3aXOrOI7ydlQqE9eSxERuCMSwZam3S/s320/classic_autumn_scene_6797.jpg" width="211" /></a></div>What have you been doing this fall? What have you been studying in God's Word? I have been using "Anointed, Transformed, Redeemed" by Priscilla Shirer, Beth Moore, & Kay Arthur to study with this fall. This past week the verse that we are dwelling upon is<br />
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<b><i>2 Samuel 7:18 "Then King David went in and sat before the LORD; and he said: "Who am I, O Lord God? And what is my house, that You have brought me this far?"</i></b><br />
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I thought I would just share with you my friends and let you dwell with me on what how God has brought you this far. How great His grace and mercy is upon someone like me and you that he should do so much for us when he shouldn't do one thing for us. How deep His love for us.<b><i> </i></b>His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-88008625825912397002010-10-14T12:14:00.001-05:002010-10-14T22:46:41.675-05:00Happy Fall<span style="font-size: small;">I hope everyone is having a wonderful autumn season. Things have been hectic here. My father has had a fall off a ladder. Has been in the hospital twice because of the fall. This last time he had multiple blood clots resulting from the fall three weeks before. He has been in the hospital 9 days. Thank the Lord he is coming home today. God has been gracious!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">My husband and oldest son have had a very bad viral sinus infection but are on the road to recovery. I have been enjoying keeping my 10 week old granddaughter, Hannah. I also have a frozen left shoulder. So I am going to physical therapy to regain my range of motion. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">However, I do love the glorious autumn season, beautiful fall leaves, and cool, crisp days. Here is an email sent to me today. Hope you enjoy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">Being a Christian is like being a pumpkin. </span></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;"> God lifts you up, takes you in, and washes all the dirt off of you. </span></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;"> He opens you up, touches you deep inside and scoops out all the yucky stuff-- including the seeds of doubt, hate, greed, etc. </span></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">Then He carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside you to shine for all the world to see. </span></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;"> This was passed on to me from another pumpkin. </span></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;"> Now, it is your turn to pass it to a pumpkin. </span></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;"> I liked this enough to send it to all the pumpkins in my patch. </span></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;"> Happy Fall!<br />
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<div id="yiv534019100role_body" style="color: black; font-family: Pristina; font-size: 14pt; height: 100%;"><div><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="yiv534019100MsoNormalTable"><tbody>
<tr><td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"><div align="center" class="yiv534019100MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><u><span style="color: navy; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt; font-weight: bold;">RECALL NOTICE:</span></span></u></b> </div><div class="yiv534019100MsoNormal"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"></span></span> </div><div class="yiv534019100MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt;"><span class="yiv534019100ecxyshortcuts"><span id="yiv534019100ecxlw_1280609976_0"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;">The Maker</span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"> of all <span class="yiv534019100ecxyiv887339982yiv637786717yiv1692819136yshortcuts">human beings</span> (GOD) is recalling all units manufactured, regardless of make or year, due to a serious defect in the primary and central component of the heart.</span></span> </div><div class="yiv534019100MsoNormal"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;">This is due to a malfunction in the original prototype units code named <span class="yiv534019100ecxyshortcuts"><span id="yiv534019100ecxlw_1280609976_2">Adam and Eve</span></span>, resulting in the reproduction of the same defect in all subsequent units. This defect has been technically termed "Sub-sequential Internal Non-Morality," or more commonly known as S.I.N., as it is primarily expressed. </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"><br />
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<i><u><span style="font-style: italic;">Some of the symptoms include</span></u></i>: </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"><br />
</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 16pt;">1. Loss of direction<br />
2. Foul vocal emissions<br />
3. Amnesia of origin<br />
4. Lack of peace and joy<br />
5. Selfish or violent behavior<br />
6. Depression or confusion in the mental component<br />
7. Fearfulness<br />
8. Idolatry<br />
9. Rebellion</span></span> </div><div class="yiv534019100MsoNormal"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"></span></span> </div><div class="yiv534019100MsoNormal"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;">The Manufacturer, who is neither liable nor at fault for this defect, is providing factory-authorized repair and service free of charge to correct this defect.</span></span> </div><div class="yiv534019100MsoNormal"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"></span></span> </div><div class="yiv534019100MsoNormal"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;">The Repair Technician<b><span style="font-weight: bold;">, JESUS, </span></b>has most generously offered to bear the entire burden of the staggering cost of these repairs. There is no additional fee required.</span></span> </div><div class="yiv534019100MsoNormal"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"></span></span> </div><div class="yiv534019100MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;">The number to call for repair in all areas is: <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">P-R-A-Y-E-R</span></b>. </span></span> </div><div class="yiv534019100MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;">Once connected, please upload your burden of <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">SIN</span></b> through the <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">REPENTANCE</span></b> procedure. Next, download <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">ATONEMENT </span></b>from the Repair Technician, <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jesus</span></b>, into the heart component. </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"><br />
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</span></span><span style="color: navy; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;">No matter how big or small the SIN defect is, <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jesus</span></b> will replace it with: </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"><br />
</span></span><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: 16pt;">1. Love<br />
2. Joy<br />
3. Peace<br />
4. Patience<br />
5. Kindness<br />
6. Goodness<br />
7. Faithfulness<br />
8. Gentleness<br />
9. <span class="yiv534019100ecxyshortcuts"><span id="yiv534019100ecxlw_1280609976_3">Self control</span></span><br />
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</span></span><span style="color: navy; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;">Please see the operating manual, the <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">B.I.B.L.E.</span></b> (Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth) for further details on the use of these fixes. </span></span> </div><div class="yiv534019100MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><strong><b><u><span style="color: red; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 16pt;">WARNING:</span></span></u></b></strong><span style="color: navy; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"> Continuing to operate the human being unit without correction voids any manufacturer warranties, exposing the unit to dangers and problems too numerous to list and will result in the human unit being permanently impounded. For <span class="yiv534019100ecxyiv887339982yiv637786717yiv1692819136yshortcuts">free emergency service</span>, call on <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jesus</span></b>. </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"><br />
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</span></span><b><span style="color: navy; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt; font-weight: bold;">DANGER</span></span></b><span style="color: navy; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;">: The human being units not responding to this recall action will have to be scrapped in the furnace. The SIN defect will not be permitted to enter Heaven so as to prevent contamination of that facility. Thank you for your attention! </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"><br />
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</span></span><b><span style="color: navy; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt; font-weight: bold;">- </span></span></b><b><span style="color: navy; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 24pt; font-weight: bold;">GOD</span></span></b><span style="color: navy; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"><br />
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</span></span><span style="color: navy; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;">P.S. Please assist where possible by notifying others of this important recall notice, and you may contact the Father any time by 'Knee mail'! </span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"><br />
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</span></span><b><span style="color: navy; font-size: large;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt; font-weight: bold;">Because He Lives!</span></span></b> </div></td></tr>
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</span></span></u></i><i><u><span style="color: #600000; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #600000; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">Some years ago,</span></span></u></i></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">on a hot summer day</span></span></u></i></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">in South Florida ,</span></span></u></i></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">a little boy decided to go</span></span></u></i></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">for a swim in the old <span style="background-attachment: scroll;">swimming hole</span> behind his house.</span></span></u></i></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">In a hurry to dive into</span></span></u></i></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">the cool water,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">He flew into the water,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.<br />
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His father, working in the yard, saw the two as they got closer and closer together.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">In utter fear,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">he ran toward the water,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">yelling to his son as loudly</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">as he could.<br />
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Hearing his voice,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">to swim to his father.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">It was too late.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him.<br />
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From the dock,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">the father grabbed his little boy by the arms</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">just as the alligator</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">snatched his legs...</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">That began an incredible</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">but the father was much</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">too passionate to let go.<br />
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A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">raced from his truck,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">took aim and shot the alligator.<br />
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Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">the little boy survived.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">of the animal.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Arial; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">And, on his arms,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">were deep scratches</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">where his father ' s fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">to hang on to the son he loved.<br />
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The newspaper reporter</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">who interviewed the boy</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">after the trauma,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">asked if he would</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">show him his scars.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">'But look at my arms.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Arial; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">I have great scars</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">on my arms, too.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">I have them because</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">my Dad wouldn ' t let go. '<br />
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You and I can identify</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">with that little boy.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">We have scars, too.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">No, not from an alligator,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">are unsightly and have</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">caused us deep regret.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">But, some wounds,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">my friend,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">are because God has refused</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">to let go.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">In the midst of your struggle, He ' s been there</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">holding on to you...<br />
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The Scripture teaches that</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">God loves you.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">You are a child of God.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">He wants to protect you</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">and</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">provide for you in every way.</span></span></u></i><i><u><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic;"> </span></span></u></i><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">is filled with peril -</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Arial; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">and we forget</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">that the enemy is waiting</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">to attack.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">That ' s when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">the scars of His love</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">on your arms,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">be very, very grateful.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">He did not and will not ever let you go.<br />
</span></span></u></i><i><u><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic;"><br />
</span></span></u></i><i><u><span style="color: #600000; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #600000; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">Please pass this on</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">to those you love...</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">God has blessed you,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">so that you</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">can be</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">a blessing to others.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">You just never know</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">where</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">a person is in his/her life</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">and</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">what they are going through. Never judge another</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">person ' s scars,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">because you don ' t know</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">how they got them...</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">Also,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">it is so important that</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">we are not selfish,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">to receive the blessings</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">of these messages,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">without forwarding them</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">to someone else.<br />
Right now,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Arial; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">someone needs to know that God loves them,</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Arial; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">and you love them, too</span></span></u></i><i><u><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic;"> </span></span></u></i><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">-</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: #a11f12; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">enough to not let them go</span></span></u></i><i><u><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic;"> </span></span></u></i><i><u><span style="color: #a16252; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: #a16252; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">.</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: navy; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">Always</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: navy; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">Tell Your Family</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: navy; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">And Friends</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: navy; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">How Much</span></span></u></i> </div><div align="center" class="yiv1729646837MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><u><span style="color: navy; font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 36pt; font-style: italic;">You Love Them!!!</span></span></u></i> </div>His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-2700540591023233192010-07-11T13:06:00.001-05:002010-07-11T17:23:38.804-05:00Would You Like Some CakeToday is my youngest brother's birthday. He is 44. We have teased him all his life that we found him in a brush pile. So whenever anything goes wrong he claims it "I am a brushpile baby". He and I have so much fun teasing each other. I love my brother dearly.<br />
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Have you ever that about what it takes to make a delicious birthday cake? Here is a story I would like to share with you. I hope you enjoy it. Happy Birthday Bro.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dlB7s0L5bGvZkcD2gYcRqgVblEw-YK4b50AVDSq8TMhw0SOpeUf7G5neDQ3d3_8ur2jIThWmlF3vFW1ylvbRp_1IoyJtOTyFKcC9edbn5PDWt5HRpra2wjSfFkdSJSD1lcg1xjBujSXK/s1600/cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dlB7s0L5bGvZkcD2gYcRqgVblEw-YK4b50AVDSq8TMhw0SOpeUf7G5neDQ3d3_8ur2jIThWmlF3vFW1ylvbRp_1IoyJtOTyFKcC9edbn5PDWt5HRpra2wjSfFkdSJSD1lcg1xjBujSXK/s320/cake.jpg" /></a></div><i>Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this?" or "Why did God have to do this to me?" Here is a wonderful explanation! A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she's failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away.</i><i> <br />
</i><i>Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter says, "Absolutely Mom, I love your cake"</i><i> <br />
</i><i>"Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers. "Yuck" says her daughter.</i><i> <br />
</i><i>"How about a couple raw eggs?" "Gross, Mom!"</i><i> <br />
</i><i>"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?" "Mom, those are all yucky!"</i><i> <br />
</i><i>To which the mother replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake!</i><i> <br />
</i><i>God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful!</i><i> <br />
</i><i>God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning.</i><i> <br />
</i><i>Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen. He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart.</i><i> <br />
</i><i>If you like this, share with the people you really care about. I did.</i><i> </i><br />
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</i><i>Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.</i><i> </i>His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-70861270796537963802010-07-02T08:41:00.000-05:002010-07-02T08:41:43.434-05:00God Bless AmericaJust wanted to observe our National holiday in some way. I hope that each of you are enjoying this glorious Independence Day weekend.<br />
Don' t forget to take time to realize that our freedom has come to us at a price for freedom is never free. Continue to pray for this great nation of ours. We may not agree with everything that is going on but we are commanded in God's word to pray for leaders whether we agree with them or not. Pray that return to what we were. Pray for what we can be again with God's help. Pray for all those men & women around the world who are fighting to protect our freedom. Don't take it for granted. We have already seen there are so many who would love to take it from us. <br />
I have a nephew who has joined the military and will leave next month for basics. Please pray for him and his protection. His name is Jake.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">God Bless America</div><div style="text-align: center;">by </div><div style="text-align: center;">Irving Berlin</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free,<br />
Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,<br />
As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">God Bless America,<br />
Land that I love.<br />
Stand beside her, and guide her<br />
Through the night with a light from above.<br />
From the mountains, to the prairies,<br />
To the oceans, white with foam<br />
God bless America, My home sweet home.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-54063847404377010932010-07-01T14:59:00.000-05:002010-07-01T14:59:20.377-05:00Masks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEOni2_ubpSyZVNZ3NOsCh43jVaIpIP4GlUbMv4BE1veQkVSoN-FzDksSVMXv-BAlnyQkBTYE3u9_EzDLsOsBOqDW-na-QS82rEocTKtENWuerJOxRz9t3HOuihcm-bMthzZum4zRum2S/s1600/MASK+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEOni2_ubpSyZVNZ3NOsCh43jVaIpIP4GlUbMv4BE1veQkVSoN-FzDksSVMXv-BAlnyQkBTYE3u9_EzDLsOsBOqDW-na-QS82rEocTKtENWuerJOxRz9t3HOuihcm-bMthzZum4zRum2S/s320/MASK+2.JPG" /></a></div>I have been thinking about great deal masks. You know those that we all hide behind. Masks are those<br />
objects worn either to disguise or protect the face or to project the image of another personality or being.<br />
Seems like everyone in my extended family is probably hiding behind a mask and that none of us know the true person behind the mask.<br />
Isn't it a shame that we don't feel free to be ourselves with our own families. I know that in my extended family I am the peacemaker and the go between for everyone, the messenger. I feel like one day the messenger will probably be killed if not directly, indirectly from the stress of it all. We have those who hide their hurt behind humor or too much of it. We have those who love the drama of it all. We have those who just retreat. Those who love to be in the lime light so their mask is big and showy. Others are quite sedate. Some are clownish. I know that right now I would love to rip everyone's mask off and make them show their true colors but the wounds may be too deep for that. What mask are you wearing?<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/1158817989DF7A3B3DAA74905D320553.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-37971356694658459082010-06-30T10:33:00.000-05:002010-06-30T10:33:36.121-05:00Quilt Holes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbwdpOYT151YB2dxRVlfZkE9tWtrbcvXavBbKIBQA3TkKaoEw0IVqCs3gFRu_7eUQqZc2pu4BHnA-CRogROaiMVVuYS-uU59BakvkJnQ9aoR844_qter4K9rxRrAqMddWIv_w9v_UeYPK-/s1600/amishquilts.ls.mw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbwdpOYT151YB2dxRVlfZkE9tWtrbcvXavBbKIBQA3TkKaoEw0IVqCs3gFRu_7eUQqZc2pu4BHnA-CRogROaiMVVuYS-uU59BakvkJnQ9aoR844_qter4K9rxRrAqMddWIv_w9v_UeYPK-/s320/amishquilts.ls.mw.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="textXLarge">Quilt of Holes </div><div style="margin-top: 4px;"> </div><div style="margin-top: 4px;"><i>Author: Unknown</i> </div></div><div style="line-height: 160%; margin-top: 10px; padding: 12px; text-align: center;">As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt<br />
before the Lord along with all the other souls.<br />
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Before each of us laid our lives like the squares<br />
of a quilt in many <br />
piles; an angel sat before each of us sewing our<br />
quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life.<br />
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But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the<br />
pile, I noticed how ragged <br />
and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each <br />
square was labeled with a part of my life that had<br />
been difficult, the <br />
challenges and temptations I was faced with in<br />
every day life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all.<br />
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I glanced around me. Nobody else had such<br />
squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled<br />
with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own<br />
life and was disheartened.<br />
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My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air.<br />
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Finally the time came when each life was to be<br />
displayed, held up to the the scrutiny of truth. The others rose; each<br />
in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been.<br />
My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise.<br />
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My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't<br />
had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But<br />
there had also been trials of illness, and wealth, and false<br />
accusations that took from me my <br />
world, as I knew it. I had to start over many<br />
times. I often struggled with <br />
the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and <br />
begin again. I spent many nights on my knees in<br />
prayer, asking for help and <br />
guidance in my life. I had often been held up to<br />
ridicule, which I endured <br />
painfully, each time offering it up to the Father<br />
in hopes that I would not <br />
melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of<br />
those who unfairly judged me.<br />
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And now, I had to face the truth. My life was<br />
what it was, and I had to accept it for what it was.<br />
I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of<br />
my life to the light.<br />
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An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around<br />
at the others who stared at me with wide eyes.<br />
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Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light<br />
flooded the many holes, <br />
creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our<br />
Lord stood before me, with <br />
warmth and love in His eyes. He said, "Every time<br />
you gave over your life <br />
to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My<br />
struggles.<br />
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Each point of light in your life is when you<br />
stepped aside and let Me shine <br />
through, until there was more of Me than there was<br />
of you."<br />
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May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing<br />
Christ to shine through!</div>His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-11809086724776611852010-06-03T14:13:00.000-05:002010-06-03T14:13:56.804-05:00Life is in the DashLife is in the dash. Do you know what dash I mean? I am talking about the dash that goes between your birth date and the date of your death? What are people going to say about your dash? Is your dash full of passion? Vigor? Hope? Compassion? Excitement? Adventure? Good Morals? Friendship? Love? Hate? Dread? Hopelessness? A walk with Christ? Christless? Lonely? Happy? Sad? Healthy? Sick? Helpful? Caring? Contented? What can be said about your dash? What you like said about your dash?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwRYBjPdxumm4Umo39sMMdqEMj5zTXNUW6UrhL1QhxrytRyjqi-LfWTFXetQiX-g7liylQR_XU8JzZPn8B0n2rEdiED1GZe-eZPE0fMLBEqQNKaJbZTbuaPswpzv6Ch0c-Fa1qHuxl4RfX/s1600/alvin+yorks+grave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwRYBjPdxumm4Umo39sMMdqEMj5zTXNUW6UrhL1QhxrytRyjqi-LfWTFXetQiX-g7liylQR_XU8JzZPn8B0n2rEdiED1GZe-eZPE0fMLBEqQNKaJbZTbuaPswpzv6Ch0c-Fa1qHuxl4RfX/s320/alvin+yorks+grave.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>In James 4:14 the Bible tells us "Where as you do not know what will happen tomorrow what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away." With what little time we have determine how you want dash to be remembered. <br />
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This is a picture of Sgt. Alvin C. York's grave. He was a distant relative of my husband. His dash was known for his bravery during war time. His struggle over going to war because of killing other humans. His gift of giving back to the county in which he was from by providing a high school to the area known as the York Institute.<br />
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My plan for this post didn't necessarily mean to tie in with Memorial day. But it wound up doing so. I just meant to demonstrate the dash of our lives. I hope my dash is as meaningful in some way. I pray yours is as well. We may not be military war heroes for our nation. But we are in fight every day for the souls of our children, grandchildren, friends, and neighbors. Are we good soldiers for the cause of Christ? Linda 1960 -His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-16164507483079965892010-06-02T13:51:00.001-05:002010-06-02T13:57:32.220-05:00When Things Aren't Going as PlannedWhen things aren't going as planned, how do you handle it? Today, on my way to a doctor's appointment, I heard this song on the radio. It was very appropriate. Things are not following my plans for my life. But they are following my Master's plan. I am not sure if things are something to be concerned about or not but He is giving me the grace for this day.And I am bowing my knee to His purpose and plan.<br />
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<div align="center" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>BOW THE KNEE</b></div><div align="center" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">There are moments on our journey following the Lord<br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;">Where God illumines ev’ry step we take.<br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">There are times when circumstances make perfect sense to us,<br />
As we try to understand each move He makes.<br />
When the path grows dim and our questions have no answers, turn to Him.</span></span></b></div><div align="center" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Chorus:<br />
*Bow the knee;<br />
Trust the heart of your Father when the answer goes beyond what you can see.<br />
Bow the knee;<br />
Lift your eyes toward heaven and believe the One who holds eternity.<br />
And when you don’t understand the purpose of His plan,<br />
In the presence of the King, bow the knee. </span></b></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">There are days when clouds surround us, and the rain begins to fall,</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">The cold and lonely winds won’t cease to blow.<br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;">And there seems to be no reason for the suffering we feel;<br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;">We are tempted to believe God does not know.<br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;">When the storms arise, don’t forget we live by faith and not by sight.</span> </span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin: 0pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">*Bow the knee;<br />
Trust the heart of your Father when the answer goes beyond what you can see.<br />
Bow the knee;<br />
Lift your eyes toward heaven and believe the One who holds eternity.<br />
And when you don’t understand the purpose of His plan,<br />
In the presence of the King, bow the knee.</span></b></div><br />
Listen to the song <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9z6l1PXsFE">here.</a>His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-80760138678989052902010-05-24T20:09:00.000-05:002010-05-24T20:09:24.802-05:00Hannah's Blessing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHS9gAHL-bHcFWtGKo9GtzeFjc5V4p6N9Nzeg4apcYzCqHUOe14sYy07W41lPyP97f9ENca32KjQUrAu-e_3TAsuJQ-YDnP-8GONLttuxVob7Ry86xl4B2s7EzGJjJ2oJjeNMza3rpnka/s1600/babyfootprintbluepink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This weekend we held a baby shower for my daughter in love. As most of you know a little over a year ago, we found out that grandson that we thought was ours was not. I still grieve over that fact. I know that it indeed was blessing from God that Bradley was not my son's. But in the short time that we thought that he was, we grew very attached to him. I still pray for him and his mother.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Back to the good news. I have been doing Beth Moore's study of the Patriarchs. I am just about finished with it. However, Saturday, the morning of the baby shower I was doing the study. On this day it was Jacob blessing Joseph's son Manasseh and Ephraim in Genesis 48. I have taken that blessing and personalized for our granddaughter who is due in August. Just reading the Blessing has blessed me in Genesis 48:15 & 16. It should make any child of God lift their hand in praise.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFPAV4bNOYaPsW-U2re8lgiyhXWs3pIHEmM4-tMpUlZ6hWF3xiTycd_2_HGJHOuZER53HBX4gmv3iyskK3_4WVbXkBedsTWzkZLmTlmWcYrVOdEC-lWfW4fg7cICdSvM-iRj7e86NG5rj/s1600/sorbet_hands.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFPAV4bNOYaPsW-U2re8lgiyhXWs3pIHEmM4-tMpUlZ6hWF3xiTycd_2_HGJHOuZER53HBX4gmv3iyskK3_4WVbXkBedsTWzkZLmTlmWcYrVOdEC-lWfW4fg7cICdSvM-iRj7e86NG5rj/s200/sorbet_hands.gif" width="200" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">Hannah's Blessing<br />
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God before whom our fathers<br />
Abraham and Isaac walked<br />
The God who has fed us<br />
all our life to this day.<br />
The Angel who has redeemed<br />
us from evil.<br />
Bless Hannah;<br />
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Let our name be named upon her<br />
And the name of our fathers<br />
Abraham and Isaac;<br />
And let her grow into a <br />
multitude in the midst of the earth.<br />
Genesis 48:15&16 </span>His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-82453350766781165602010-05-17T10:43:00.000-05:002010-05-17T10:43:05.007-05:00Cleaning the Attic<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1gRaABS_sHjWCorctifENXNkDY_FKxTZdOCFF87vh5sn-rpruBrtFP0paA-QSX3ivWP01avWHJJbQPaJXehEmCcP6DblcrUxe0By1RxSITI_nFD6d0fAWBJDf6A7ok3J8rb_QGme3dy8y/s1600/attic-treasure.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1gRaABS_sHjWCorctifENXNkDY_FKxTZdOCFF87vh5sn-rpruBrtFP0paA-QSX3ivWP01avWHJJbQPaJXehEmCcP6DblcrUxe0By1RxSITI_nFD6d0fAWBJDf6A7ok3J8rb_QGme3dy8y/s320/attic-treasure.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Cleaning the Attic</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Last week, I spent a couple of the cool, rainy days cleaning the attic. Okay, I didn't get it completely cleaned out but I got started. I made a dent in it.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It is hard to make much of a dent, when you are flooded with memories.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My attic has so much junk stashed up there that should have gone to the dump. It also so many memories in it that should have gone into a journal. However, I was busy living life and didn't write it all down. Plus, I am not a journal person. Over the years, I written a few things but not near enough. But my attic is full. </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The one person who placed so much in our attic is my youngest. Everything thing that he was through with made its way to the attic. The door to the attic is just outside his bedroom door.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In my attic you will find the usual, Christmas tree and ornaments, canning supplies and many discarded items.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It is the discarded items of my children's childhood and youth that brought back the memories.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I found the legos, matchbox cars, stuffed toys and Pirate ships. I found discarded baseball trophies, even discarded crossbows probably in search of a beau. Since I found the first few lines of a letter to a girlfriend. </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Where did all the time go? From the first Christmas tree of a couple who could not afford anything but a $10 gift for each other to an attic overflowing. Grown men for children with a grandchild on the way. Oh, the memories that flood my attic! Will more be placed up here in the years to come? I did make room for more as I came up here to clean didn't I?</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Linda K. S. Holt </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" />His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-41507404147594463482010-04-16T14:54:00.000-05:002010-04-16T14:54:56.107-05:00Allergies<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Have you been bothered with allergies lately? I sure have. It is no wonder with all the pollen. I have a "supposedly" white car. But here lately you would think it was neon green.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I had a young man wash it for me Wednesday morning but Thursday it didn't look it had been touched. I am sure everyone else can identify. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Today my sweet niece sent me a couple of "Maxine" cartoons. Don't you just love "Maxine"? Thought I would share with you.</span><br />
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</span>His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-51907584440098381512010-04-03T20:43:00.006-05:002010-04-03T20:49:11.787-05:00Arise My Love<a href="http://www.tangle.com/view_video.php?viewkey=c4d4333a24d5b5261c80">Arise My Love</a><br />
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Tomorrow is Easter! Yesterday was Good Friday. We looked back to the crucifixion of our Savior. What a terrible time that was. Can you imagine being the disciples and His followers not understanding all of His teachings? All of the sudden the Man that you placed all of your hopes and dreams in has been killed. How devastated you would be! How many people feel that way even today? Everything that they have placed their hopes and dreams in has crumpled or someone has disappointed them more than they ever imagined? <br />
What are they going to do? What Hope did the disciples have? The same Hope that we can have today if we will just turn to Him. Jesus Christ is the Only One who has ever Risen from the dead never to die again. He offers eternal if we will just accept it from Him. I wanted to share with you one of my favorite Easter Celebration Songs. Worship with me today. Follow the link at title.<br />
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I received this in an email today. It was the only email today of any real importance. I received funny emails that made me laugh. However, this one strikes home with the truth. I pray that you take a moment to read it and apply it if you haven't already done so. I have heard the story before but it is one that does not get old.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 36pt;">Take my Son</span></div><br />
<div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"> </span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: 36pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #0082bf;">A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art..</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #0082bf;"> </span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <b><span style="color: #000061;">When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.</span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #0082bf;"> </span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;">About a month later, just before Christmas,</span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;"><br />
There was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands..</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <span style="color: #424200;"> </span><b><span style="color: #000061;"> </span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;">He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly... He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'</span></b> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;"> </span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">The father</span><br />
</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;">Opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #0082bf;"> </span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;">The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <b><span style="color: #000061;">The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <b><span style="color: #000061;">On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <b><span style="color: #000061;">There was silence...</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <b><span style="color: #000061;">Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #0082bf;"> </span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;">But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <b><span style="color: #000061;">Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the VanGogh's, the Rembrandt's. Get on with the </span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;"><br />
Real bids!'</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;">But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <b><span style="color: #000061;">Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting...' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <br />
</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #0082bf;"> </span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;">'We have $10, who will bid $20?'</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;">'Give it to him for $10.. Let's see the masters.'</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <br />
</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #0082bf;"> </span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;">The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;">They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections..</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <br />
</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #0082bf;"> </span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;">The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #0082bf;"> </span></b><b><span style="color: #000061;">A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #0082bf;"><br />
</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;">The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <b><span style="color: #0082bf;"><br />
</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;">'What about the paintings?'</span></b></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #0082bf;"><br />
</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <b><span style="color: #000061;">'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will.... I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <br />
</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #0082bf;"> </span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;">The man who took the son gets everything!'</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #0082bf;"> </span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #000061;">God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the son?'</span></b></span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE</span></span></span></b><span style="color: #424200; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"> </span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="color: #424200; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div>His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-88597768444412166722010-02-01T09:13:00.000-06:002010-02-01T09:13:46.988-06:00A fun Meme<h3 class="groupname date"><span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I was tagged by my Sisnlove over on <a href="http://jimsruby.xanga.com/weblog">Jimsruby</a>. I have been blessed with a wonderful sister in love. She is suffering with a sinus infection right now so please say a prayer for her.</span></span> </h3><ul class="list details-only"><li class="item item-1 item-odd"> <div class="details"> <h4 class="itemtitle"><a href="http://jimsruby.xanga.com/721139798/tag-your-it/">Tag, your it!</a></h4><span lang="EN">You have been tagged Here's whatcha do Copy & Paste to your site & don't forget to comment on mine so I can check your's out!! Have fun!!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">1. What is your occupation right now?</span></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"><br />
Homemaker and keep books for my husband's business</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">2. What color are your socks right now?</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">None-wearing house shoes</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">3. What are you listening to right now?</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">The TV in the den </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">4. What was the last thing that you ate?</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Banana Bread</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">5. Can you drive a stick shift?</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">No even though my husband runs a transmission repair shop. My kids never would let him teach me. Whenever he owned a manual transmission vehicle, the y would complain if he tried to teach me. <br />
</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">6. Last person you spoke to on the phone? </span></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Ms Do</span>t<br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">7. Do you like the person who tagged you?</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">I love My Sis n Love</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">8. How old are you today? </span></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"><br />
50</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">9. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV? </span></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">NONE<br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">10. What is your favorite drink?</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Coffee in cold weather, sweet tea in hot weather<br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">11. Have you ever dyed your hair?</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Only my hairdresser knows and everyone else in the salon. lol<br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">12. Favorite food?</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">you can tell I love food.<br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">13. What is the last movie you watched?<br />
Autumn in New York </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">14. Favorite day of the year?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">Don't have one. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;"> </span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">15. How do you vent anger?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">I tend to keep it in.</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">16. What was your favorite toy as a child?</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Ballerina Doll<br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">17. What is your favorite season?</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Spring/Fall<br />
</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">18. Cherries or Blueberries? </span></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">neither my 2 least favorite</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">19. How many grandchildren do you have?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">one on the way in August. yippee </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;"> </span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">20. When was the last time you cried?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span style="font-family: Tahoma;">don't remember exact day. seems like all winter</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">21. What is on the floor of your closet?</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">shoes</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">22. Who is the friend you have had the longest?</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Linda & Molly<br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">23. What did you do last night?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">Watched a movie</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;"> </span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">24. What are you most afraid of? </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">I am not sure if I am but I do have concerns. I don't dwell on fears. But I do have a reverent fear of God.</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">25. Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers?</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Cheese</span> <br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">26. Favorite dog breed?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">Always wanted a collie</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;"> </span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">27. Favorite day of the week?<br />
Saturday<br />
</span></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">28. How many states have you lived in? 3</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;"> </span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">29. Diamonds or pearls? </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Diamonds<br />
</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">30. What is your favorite flower?I love Roses that you grow yourself but then again I love most any flowers.</span></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"><br />
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</ul>His grace is sufficient.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777616736426059753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553531420885839130.post-91832113231704783072010-01-29T19:24:00.001-06:002010-01-29T19:25:53.293-06:00We Have SnowWe finally have a good snow. When I last measure it is 4 1/2 ". I haven't seen this much snow in a very long time. Probably since the blizzard of 1993. When I was a teenager, we had snow all the time in the winter. In fact the year I was a senior we were snowed in from Christmas break until the first of February. It had gotten to the point that I hated to see snow. Now that I rarely see snow other than a few flurries on occasion, I am beginning to feel like a kid again about the snow.<br />
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Here are few pictures of the birds in the back yard.<br />
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