tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19835706278456157432024-03-21T21:37:52.730-07:00Gods Warrior BrideGod's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-17269216621785653392013-05-29T16:08:00.000-07:002013-05-29T16:08:37.435-07:00A JourneyOn March 31, 2013, Easter Sunday, we began a journey. It was not a planned journey, one of wondrous sites, cool breezes, beautiful beaches, luscious forests, magnificent mountains and such, yet a journey all the same.<br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Easter Sunday, was a beautiful brisk morning, brimming with plans to celebrate the resurrection of our Heavenly Father. First church with the family followed by . . . a trip to the emergency room! Wait that wasn’t in the plans, something had gone wrong, terribly wrong. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">During the worship service our precious Dad collapsed. We knew he hadn’t been feeling up to par, but we had no clue how ill he was. A rapid trip to the ER, followed by a week of testing, poking, prodding and praying, then more testing, poking, prodding, and praying, and just as his patience was running out, the doctors came to inform us that our precious Dad had, among other things, cancer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This week we will officially be two months out since being told of our precious Dad’s diagnosis. Two months into a journey that was not planned, yet a journey all the same. We have had some good and bad days, happy and sad times, time to share and time to love on one another. We have spent time with family and friends, old and new, shared our thoughts, hopes and prayers, talked of the days ahead and reminisced on the times gone by and we have spent time in silence knowing that words were lacking and unnecessary. Final goodbyes had been said, arrangements made, and we had prayed and asked . . . asked for Dad’s final desire, the desire of his heart to be fulfilled before leaving this world – to see Tim’s face. Tim has been deployed and was scheduled for R&R at the end of this month. (you see, for days I had heard “you have not because you ask not”, we asked, believed and we stood in agreement) But by Mother’s Day it didn’t look like our precious Dad’s final desire would come to fruition and then. . . WOW (just like our precious Heavenly Father) . . . we hit the ultimate “RALLY” period, you know that time when you would think that the diagnosis must have been terribly wrong, a bad joke! <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Our precious Dad, you know that Dad that was not sick and dying, that Dad that joked, laughed, sang from the bottom of his heart, never missed a church service, running to and fro, talking on the phone, watching his ball games, and actually breathing without difficulty had been restored. By Memorial Day, we knew that our precious Dad’s final desire would come to pass. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">On May 28, 2013, Tim landed on American soil, and our “Rally” period ended the same day. We know that our Heavenly Father has given our precious Dad his heart’s desire for he will see Tim’s face tomorrow. And then Dad’s journey will continue. It is a planned journey, one of wondrous sites, cool breezes, crystal clear waters, brilliant lights, streets of gold, gates of Pearl, walls of jasper, loved ones who have gone on before, our sweet Momma and our Heavenly Father, a journey to the Promised Land, the place he longs to be. What a journey it will be.</span></div>
God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-29204840243083064262013-05-22T14:22:00.000-07:002013-05-22T14:22:06.057-07:00FLASH<br />
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Heavenly Father, a daughter of the King, and a child of God, I believe we, you
and I, are created in the image of our Father God, and we are also an extension
of the Father and His personality. He created us to be
uniquely different, whereby no two of us are exactly the same. It is
amazing that He knew us before we even were, He knit us together in our
mother’s womb and He loves us, unconditionally.
With that being said, anyone who knows me, knows that I was created with
a strong driven personality, an intense desire for learning, a sense for
correctness, a protective spirit, a nurturing nature, an innate ability to be proactive and have an
extremely active spirit of discernment in regard to the rights and wrongs of this life, among
other things. Kind of a Joan-of-Arc,
meets Wendy (Peter Pan girl), with a little Saint Jude (patron saint of lost
causes) thrown in. Yet, I must admit, there
are times when I tend not to be the brightest bulb in the package, if you know
what I mean!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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been more than a little helter-skelter, slightly over-whelmed, extremely absent
minded, running on auto-pilot, with the attention span of an goldfish (looked
it up and yep it’s only 3 seconds) as of late. However, this past week our precious Dad had a
few days of rallying (which allowed breathing room) and on Sunday we were able
to attend church. During the course of
the message our Go-Getter preacher pointed out that the enemy would
steal/distract or whatever else he could to keep us from the Father. (ultimate bulb flashing-aww-haa moment!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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me: Anger! Certainly not at Go-Getter,
but at the devil for his lies. One of
Satan’s lies is to make us think he has more influence in our lives than he has
a right to if we belong to the Father.
We walk with the Father, not the devil.
To walk with God the Father is to be aware of His presence and to take
great joy in wanting to please Him, to bless Him in response to His goodness
toward us. Walking with the Father means
to stay conscious of His presence in our daily life, to keep Him in our
thoughts and heart. It means that He’s
on our mind throughout the day and that He will never leave or forsake us. He is our constant companion, our best
friend, our comfort and joy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Of course I know all of
this, yet I was pretty amazed at how slyly the enemy came in and distracted me,
again! So enemy - you have been put on notice - this week I will not
be helter-skelter, slightly over-whelmed, extremely absent minded, running on
auto-pilot and having the attention span of a goldfish. This week you will not keep me distracted, pre-occupied, exhausted, or too busy because you have been officially evicted from my life. Now slither on!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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creation, daughter and child my Heavenly Father created me to be. For I know beyond a shadow of a doubt who I am
and whose I am. I have destiny on my
life, I have been called for a purpose, and I will be the brightest bulb in the
package! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-78747999757947468522013-05-14T14:33:00.002-07:002013-05-14T14:39:14.091-07:00You Turn My Mourning Into Dancing<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;">As
I sit here thinking on this past weekend, at how exhausting and emotional, yet all
the while loving and honoring of our precious Dad, I am in awe of the man,
husband, father, grand and great grandfather, son and brother he is.</span><span style="text-align: justify;">
</span><span style="text-align: justify;">Coming together to say our good byes, holding fast to one another while
having to let go of our precious Dad/Pop has brought out the very best in this
family.</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span></span><br />
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we sad? You bet. Are we angry? More often than not. Do we want to hold on to him? Of course!
Ask anyone who has had to embark on the journey of losing someone so
precious and I am sure they would all agree that emotions run rampant during
this period. Regrets, doubts, fears, and
questions - “what if’s”, “how come’s”, “if only’s” and the “why’s”, are a daily
occurrence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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this day, I have been drawn to one of my favorite promises in the Bible – “<i>You have turned for me my mourning into
dancing; You have put off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness. To the end that my glory may sing praises to
You and not be silent. O Lord my God, I
will give thanks to You forever.</i>” God will turn my mourning into
dancing! He takes away the anguish of
being clothed in sadness and replaces it with gladness. But have you noticed what God doesn’t do – He
doesn’t simply stop our mourning and make it disappear. No, He transforms it into JOY! He is faithful to turn our sorrow into
gladness. Before my feet hit the ground
this morning, His mercies were already new. I can wake up in the morning, no
matter my state of mind and dance around for He has clothed me with
gladness. He is faithful, sovereign and
in control. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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rejoice in knowing that it is my precious Dad’s earnest longing to be with the
Lord. I am blessed to have a Christian father, who loves the Lord with all his
heart, mind and soul and looks forward to being with his God. And today, “I will dance, I will sing, to be
mad for my King, nothing Lord is hindering the passion in my soul” for He has
turned my mourning into dancing.</span><span style="font-family: Arial Narrow, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-53318299163523215262013-05-14T07:57:00.003-07:002013-05-14T08:06:31.299-07:00Where Does My Strength Come From?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Today marks the one year anniversary my precious Momma went home to be with her sweet Jesus. Strange, but it seems like only yesterday she transcended this life, leaving her earthly body behind, a mere shell made from the dust of the earth and no longer needed, crossing over Jordan, entering the Gates of Heaven, dancing on the streets of gold, no more sickness or pain, finally at home, meeting her sweet Jesus. What a day of rejoicing that had to have been for her.<br /><br />As I am sitting here trying to figure out in God years how long she has been gone (because I do that kind of crazy stuff) I suddenly realize how appropriate the phrase “in the MEAN time” really is (my brain multi-tasks, often). Thinking, Momma’s gone and in the MEAN time, we are left here to carry on. Thinking about this past year – packing up Dad, moving him, building a house out of love, settling him in, having a new early bird grandbaby, our son deploying, having a second heart attack, Dad getting sick and in the MEAN time life keeps going on. Yes, so often, time is MEAN. Life is hard. Things fall apart. People let you down. Change is inevitable. Nothing looks like you imagined and you’ve been thrown a proverbial curve ball. Well, that’s where I am . . . and while I don’t necessarily like it - all is well.<br /><br />Over the past year, people have asked, ”how you can do this?”, “how do you handle everything?”, ”how can you be so strong?”, and “where does our strength come from?. I immediately stop and ponder their questions! (interjecting thought here! I know this might surprise you, but, I am not Super Girl or even Wonder Woman.) All the while knowing in my heart how I “can do and can handle” this – I do this because I am more - so much more than my circumstances. I am a child of the King, a daughter of the Father, part of the Bride of Christ and I have been called out for a purpose. <br /><br />But the most important question to answer “where my strength comes from” - When the storms of this life rage against me, I ask Him to strengthen me by His Spirit - not a brute strength but a glorious inner strength. His grace is enough; it’s all I need. His strength comes into its own in my weakness. And, I stand on the Word, His Word:</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">He will not let your foot slip—he who watches over you will not slumber;</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">The Lord watches over you—the Lord is your shade at your right hand;</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />So let the storms of this life rage, come on MEAN time, you don’t bother me, because I am sheltered in the arms of God – God is my strength, God is my song and yes, God is my salvation. This is where my strength comes from.</span></div>
God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-87468970648906845292013-05-07T10:56:00.003-07:002013-05-14T07:50:57.671-07:00Saying Good-byes <br />
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year ago today we, my Dad, my sister Brenda and hubby Tony, and I, as a family,
were gathered together to share our sweet Mother’s last days here on earth. We
were so blessed to be with her as she said made preparations for her journey home. Over the next two days, Mom made sure we were ok with her leaving and going to
be with “her” Jesus, she asked each of us to promise to take care of one another,
did a final roll-call of all the grandchildren and great grandchildren just to
make sure they were all well, said her final good-byes to friends and loved
ones, we laughed and joked about what she was going to do when she got “home”,
we sang praises to God, she shared her memories and talked of days gone by, often
slipping into the other realm seeing those who had gone on before (and angels
coming to take her home), she loved on us as much as we loved on her, and on
the night of May 8</span><sup style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">th</sup><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">, our sweet Mom said her final “I love you’s”.</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I remember clearly on that last night my
precious Dad telling “his baby” that it was ok for her to go.</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">All the while his heart was breaking.</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I remember him telling her how much he loved
her, and she telling him what a good man he was, and then hearing my precious
Dad telling her he would be joining her soon.</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">
</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">At that moment, even in her death, all was right with this world and as
it should be.</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">A short time later our
sweet Mother went to be with “her” Jesus, leaving this world with dignity and
grace.</span></span></div>
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Today,
we, my sister Brenda, daughter Julie and family, niece Tissa, hubby Doug and I,
as a family, are gathered together to share in our precious Dad’s last days
here on earth. We are so blessed to be
with him as he makes preparations for his journey home. Over the remaining days we have with him, Dad
will know we are ok with his leaving to go to be with “his” Jesus and “his baby”,
our sweet Mom. He knows we will take
care of each other, his grandchildren and great grandchildren are reporting in
so that he knows all is well, friends and loved ones are trekking to Clyde to
say their final good-byes, we are laughing and joking about what he is going to
do when he gets “home”, we are singing praises together, Dad is sharing his
memories and talking about days gone by as well as his looking forward to his
journey “home”, he is loving on us as much as we are loving on him, and on that
night I know he will say his final “I love you’s”. In that time, we will let our precious Dad
know it is ok for him to go. All the
while our hearts will be breaking. He will know how much he is loved and he can
rest assured we will be joining him soon.
And at that very moment, even in his death, all will be right with this
world and as it should be. Then a short time later our precious Dad will be
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God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-23730139538722504132013-04-30T12:05:00.001-07:002013-04-30T12:17:28.626-07:00We Will Praise Him In The Storm<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My sweet Mom passed away last May. One of those not so good changes. And my precious Dad came to live with us in October of the same year. One of those good changes. These changes to our life, while difficult at times, have been for the good, until this past month when we found out my precious Dad is dying from cancer. This terrible disease has rapidly progressed and is taking a terrible toll on my Dad. Yet through it all I know that God is still in control and I wanted to share the following thoughts with you. </span></div>
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the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the
olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in
the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be
joyful in God my Savior.” Habakkuk 3:17-18</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The book of Habakkuk ends with these beautiful verses, following two chapters
of complaints about injustices around him. God’s solutions didn’t materialize
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: justify;">We’re like Habakkuk, aren’t we? At times, we’re convinced God has somehow
gotten it wrong. After all, we’re faithful, go to church, give to the needy,
volunteer, and forgive transgressions…We’re Christians…We deserve to stay on
the mountaintop, right? Mountaintop security is an illusion. True
security doesn’t come from a paycheck that could dry up tomorrow or from a
house current on its mortgage. Our only real security is God himself.</span><i style="text-align: justify;"> </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The Bible says rain falls on the just and unjust. Christians suffer just like
non-believers, this side of heaven. Living in a fallen world, we’re destined to
trek through valleys. However, many promises in the Bible point to God not
letting the faithful suffer unnecessarily, nor for an indefinite period of time
(though it feels like it at times). </span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">“Blessed
is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he
will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him.”
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Some
people appear to suffer more trials than others or more than what seems fair. I
don’t have an answer for that, except to say our Father is sovereign, and we
have to trust Him to do the right thing. He supplies all our
needs, which may look different than we expect<u>.</u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">God is still on His throne. More importantly, He’s on the throne of my
heart and never once has He deserted me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Does it feel like our Father has deserted you? Consider this:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The toughest thing He asks is for us to die to self and be willing to
sacrifice everything for Him. Please hear what I’m saying. It
doesn’t mean He’ll always take it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In the Biblical story of Abraham, he’d waited his entire adult life for a son,
and what did God ask of him? “Put Isaac on the altar.” God had no
intention of taking Isaac, but he wanted Abraham’s whole heart and
obedience. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;">Out of our Father’s love, He points to whatever our Isaac is and says, “Lay it
on the altar.” It’s difficult to do when we can’t see the end result. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Job lost everything, and his wife said, “<i>Are you still holding onto your integrity?
Curse God and die!”</i> Job’s answer was<i>, “Shall we accept good from God,
and not trouble?”</i> (Job 2:9-10). </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;">The next 36 chapters of Job are filled with Job suffering and his friends
giving him bad counsel. Finally, Job 38:1, says, <i>“Then the Lord answered Job
out of the storm.”</i> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In both Abraham’s and Job’s case, Father honored their obedience. This doesn’t
mean we can’t cry out to Him, even when we have no words to express our pain
and outrage (Romans 8:26). He can take it. He will never forsake
you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: justify;">We have a choice. We can go through life </span><i style="text-align: justify;">with</i><span style="text-align: justify;"> our Father
or </span><i style="text-align: justify;">without</i><span style="text-align: justify;"> Him. I don’t know about you, but I’d hate to try to
live in this fallen world without Him, regardless of what He asks me to endure.
I need His comfort. When I can’t trust what the world hands me, I can trust
Him. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Are
you <a href="http://laurahodgespoole.blogspot.com/2011/05/while-im-waiting.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">waiting on God</span></a> for an answer to a difficult life situation?
We are! And we know, no matter the end result, our Heavenly Father
did hear and answered according to His infinite wisdom. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Whether our precious
Dad, Phil, Pop, or Pappy, is healed or goes home to glory, we will continue to
praise our Him through the storms of this life. And remember, it’s a
WIN-WIN for Dad either way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We love you all and pray continued blessings
over you.</span></div>
God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-21482513483759543072009-07-17T08:35:00.000-07:002009-07-17T13:16:35.170-07:00Amuck, Amuck, AmuckDo you just every have one of those days where you brain is running full steam ahead and you just don't seem to be able to stop it? Then welcome to my world! <br /><br />It is only 10:37 a.m. and so far these are just a few of the things that have been running through my head:<br /><br />YAY it's Friday - really wonder what I am going to wear to shoot the wedding -What to wear today - bought new shirt - looks like I'm 12 in it - o well - doesn't need ironing - Should I wear capri pants of goucho - did I put hair glue on my hair - Need to do the dishes before the housekeeper comes, should I wear gold sandals - hurry and get in the car - did I get my cell phone - stop and get a coke - why is this girl giving me a thank you gift, just smile - did I forget something- if I had lots of money I would build my own subdivision - make a note streets, curbs, sidewalks a must - need to stop at cleaners - Precious Jesus hold my hand I need thee every hour dah, dah, dah (singing) - did I run that stop sign - wish I could buy Scott a nice truck - I should name the street Memory Lane - did I get my cell phone - if I had lots of money I would help out everybody I know, give it all away, maybe buy some land - man I just missed my exit - why do people day dream - can I exit here - where to park - did I get my cell phone - if I had lots of money, there's a parking place - etc, etc, etc, - my gosh my head is hurting and this crazy brain of mine won't stop - I wonder if there is a drug to help put your thoughts in some kind of order - Need to look into discovering/making some kind of drug for this - Do you suppose your head can explode if your thoughts stop all at once - man that would be a mess - if God hears all these thoughts does it drive him as crazy as it does me - I really love the term hedge of protection sure could use one for my brain you know so it won't explode if it stops all at once - what's this clients name-Betty, Besty, I'll just call her mam - answer the phone - I need to go to the potty - Besty yes that's it - etc, etc, etc. Amuck, Amuck, Amuck - where did that come from - etc, etc, etc.- maybe if someone would just slap me I would finally land back on earth - does the Twilight Zone really exist - only in my head - Precious Jesus take my hand dah, dah, dah - One way Jesus dah, dah, dah, - I should write a song and just use the word dah, dah, dah - country music or maybe southern gospel - I sure would like to go to the big O - YAY it's Friday, man I need to go to the potty, etc, etc etc . . . . <br /><br />And as the morning goes on my brain hasn't slowed down but I remember where Amuck, Amuck, Amuck came from - the movie Hocus Pocus:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lxMwfbUrYE&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lxMwfbUrYE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Help my brain is running AMUCK AMUCK AMUCK and it won't stop.<br /><br />AMUCK, AMUCK, AMUCK<br /><br />Man I need to go to the potty!God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-5638077706482178542009-07-06T12:26:00.001-07:002009-07-06T12:39:17.492-07:00Things of the Past<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupPJKi9h4dQ7EHeGnRicqFYmegO9qgt4hkmWBh-K75AYW7lMPgXoyLNrtJoazLgqyUEmmBwgGnMyoPU1AVIkIkQ4cLyi_0YItP69VsJWLbpvwy3gdkzdZB1heHZGQWxovYMDJXpv2rM6O/s1600-h/Love.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355433634541485218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupPJKi9h4dQ7EHeGnRicqFYmegO9qgt4hkmWBh-K75AYW7lMPgXoyLNrtJoazLgqyUEmmBwgGnMyoPU1AVIkIkQ4cLyi_0YItP69VsJWLbpvwy3gdkzdZB1heHZGQWxovYMDJXpv2rM6O/s320/Love.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Well I guess that blogging has become a thing of the past and I must admit it makes me sad. I don't get to talk to you ladies very much and blogging was a great way of keeping up with you and your family, your coming and goings, your victories and your struggles, and everything else that was going on with you. Best of all it was a fantastic way to hear from your hearts.<br /><br />I know that I don't blog much, but I check out blogspot (and will continue to do so) daily. I love reading Brandi, Rachel and Annie's writings and hope they will continue to keep posting. I promise I am going to get better at blogging as well.<br /><br />So ladies, please continue writing!!!! I love you all.</div>God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-13621975242538972542009-05-06T09:08:00.001-07:002009-05-06T09:28:11.410-07:00<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span> Fran - I am doing this just to help you out -<br /><br />8 Things I Am Looking Forward To<br /><br />1. Tim's graduation from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">HSU</span>, Saturday May 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span><br />2. Taking a vacation this year to anywhere<br />3. Retiring from this job (only 9 years to go)<br />4. Remodeling my bedroom<br />5. Doing my photography business full time<br />6. Seeing my son Scott married to a godly woman<br />7. Spending the rest of my life with my sweet husband<br />8. Seeing my brother-in-law's cancer fully gone<br /><br />8 Things I Wish I Could Do<br /><br />1. Retire today<br />2. Take <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Photoshop</span> Classes this summer<br />3. Sit on the beach this year<br />4. Have a full time housekeeper<br />5. Get my portfolio completed<br />6. See the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">foliage change in Maine and Vermont</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">7. Go to Bethel in Redding</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">8. Buy a dishwasher and have it installed</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">8 Shows I am Currently Watching</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">1. 24</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">2. Ghost Whisperer</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">3. Fringe</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">4. CSI</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">5. The Unit</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">6. Cold Case</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">7. Without a Trace</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">8. Law & Order - SUV & CI</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">So I am tagging Annie, Julie and Amanda . . . please do this!!!</span>God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-5906584247620080492009-03-06T08:17:00.001-08:002009-03-06T08:34:54.354-08:00Ever Leigh Robinson<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFd8Un3nsu9jXZDWv-VmXbjiPEkLx37tHuNEwc7ExZzzafep0Z2GddDv2TQW1XqHJJk-OXcfdzOgs68H1KhTC9Ux3-t9XmvVa1tAp2oaJ-5rroL2ZQeBweLVJRHf9Ps2PQqvDlY2BFayw/s1600-h/Picture+151.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310112261170364034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFd8Un3nsu9jXZDWv-VmXbjiPEkLx37tHuNEwc7ExZzzafep0Z2GddDv2TQW1XqHJJk-OXcfdzOgs68H1KhTC9Ux3-t9XmvVa1tAp2oaJ-5rroL2ZQeBweLVJRHf9Ps2PQqvDlY2BFayw/s320/Picture+151.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfA1DMdXbof6mJfSdDC1IWy9oaLREGyc9li94ztfIX8VO7KB45yOkoXWXelRj1exOYV2PS_Ko7soHzK_9LaYmip7D1QSt9f7bUK-CpYozSevLeJwUQKoLLAoMyZe30uVbe1IB7bq4reKeA/s1600-h/Picture+157.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310112067928215602" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDPhyphenhyphen-UXaud4k57s9U9L3LAnm0jzhf0fn5kM18DvL6fqLW5I0tDwN2WvX_G42bMzTYR0rrlp2cHnm1BZlU7XcQy_zjbpWhyxIvAk4Fjy4AojGlgGOLg3Iej8BcPjHO4-8BYvj3yjlpd6JL/s320/Picture+202.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8nioWmeoXDKdwAOTPmGXscM5Fh2ZZ7pkSWOsDJ7W9eWt9aWR4Tf5ruBinpqEa5RDRJQJQL4mYPLqnFgoMw9F5G4I5a3spwcx4ykhyphenhyphenYXROyNA-YMjonI0gvU8b4yjMMwMTXxlT5U3nnjJT/s1600-h/Picture+203.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310110814767940946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8nioWmeoXDKdwAOTPmGXscM5Fh2ZZ7pkSWOsDJ7W9eWt9aWR4Tf5ruBinpqEa5RDRJQJQL4mYPLqnFgoMw9F5G4I5a3spwcx4ykhyphenhyphenYXROyNA-YMjonI0gvU8b4yjMMwMTXxlT5U3nnjJT/s320/Picture+203.JPG" border="0" /></a>I have lots to blog about, and many things I should share, but my heart is so blessed today to share anything but this would be a shame. God gave his very best to me this week and all the other news can just take a backseat to this.<br /><br />Ever Leigh Robinson was born March 5th at 12:51 pm, she is 19" longs and has stolen my heart.<br /><br />Thank you God for such a wonderful blessing.God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-89121525187748119512009-01-09T07:48:00.000-08:002009-01-09T08:15:00.579-08:00QUICK UPDATEI'm still here! Bet you're glad to know that! I have been so busy with life in general and I'm loving it. Home is great, life is great, photography is great, and my God is great! I am looking forward to the things that God is already doing this year - and I am believing that they will only get better as the year goes on.<br /><br />I am still in the process of trying to get my portfolio together, so if I haven't contacted you yet, know that you are on my list (all of you Brandi, Fran, Pam, and everyone else)to have pictures made. I am finishing up Erica's wedding (which by the way was to awesome for words)and then I will be making calls. Hope you're all ready. I have found some really unique places to shot and I am looking forward to putting this portfolio together.<br /><br />Now on to other things - tax season is here again (UGH!) - but I am happy to be employeed, even though my heart wants to be retired. God knows my heart on this and He already has it worked out, so I just have to wait for His timing - not mine - which is like asking a child to wait on that cookie until after supper! It seems like it takes FOREVER. But in the end, I know it is going to be worth it.<br /><br />As I ramble on - I am excited that IGroups and WOW are starting back up. I truly miss everyone when we are off like this - and with the new year comes the excitement of a new BFW - And speaking of excitement - Julie and Jeff are getting married on March 14th. Isn't it amazing how God works - you pray and pray for something and then when it happens, you are so surprised it nearly knocks your socks off. And that's just what has happened here. This guys shows up at life group meets Julie, and the next thing you know, he is asking to date our daughter, WHAM-BAM turn around three times and, he is asking to marry our daughter. Nothing like God's timing! And the wedding is on. You know how much I love the wedding thing, the only problem is we need a photographer. Doesn't that sound funny? So if any of you are interested in being the photographer at the wedding, let me know. Seriously, please let me know. <br /><br />Well, there is so much more I could and should talk about, but I'll save that for another day. (Bet you're glad) I just wanted to say "HEY I'M STILL HERE".<br /><br />LYGod's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-47051214131324718762008-10-03T07:23:00.001-07:002008-10-03T15:36:06.345-07:00Portfolio - What Portfolio?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvpqHXgvAGhYMWj8_whhuGs7kpgM2Z4IAZjRuiWcBawczjBa_1jUohoOFT_g4Pq_L0PydxgrQyCG91cHtBM2RXEL18fP1JwEH46z-cqo2Mih-Duur_bzXLty4U5Ytl_Nay04P_p3UCvxg/s1600-h/Picture+109.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252945350480225154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvpqHXgvAGhYMWj8_whhuGs7kpgM2Z4IAZjRuiWcBawczjBa_1jUohoOFT_g4Pq_L0PydxgrQyCG91cHtBM2RXEL18fP1JwEH46z-cqo2Mih-Duur_bzXLty4U5Ytl_Nay04P_p3UCvxg/s320/Picture+109.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong> ME, IN YOUR PORTFOLIO? </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>SURE!!</strong></span><br /></div></span><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="justify">As all of you know I'm totally into the photography thing and people are constantly asking me to see my portfolio. What portfolio?<br /><br />I have tons of photographs that I have taken! I mean by bugging my friends and family to death I have acquired photographs from some of the finest events (nothing being off limits) - like family gatherings (<span style="color:#ffff33;">and arguments</span>), pre-surgery pictures (<span style="color:#ffff00;">no makeup</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">),</span> labor and delivery pictures (<span style="color:#ffff00;">no pain meds</span>), quiet times in front of the TV (<span style="color:#ffff00;">in flannel pj's</span>), playing in the yard (<span style="color:#ffff00;">mud fights</span>), driving down the road (<span style="color:#ffff00;">eating - mustard on face</span>), sitting on the potty (<span style="color:#ffff00;">reading</span>), mowing the lawn (<span style="color:#ffff00;">zoning out</span>), working on the cars (<span style="color:#ffff00;">smashed finger shot</span>), washing dishes (<span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="color:#ffff00;">sprayer </span></span><span style="color:#ffff00;">broke</span>), putting on makeup (<span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="color:#ffff00;">1/2 face</span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">),</span> etc., etc., etc. You name it, I've probably shot it. But with that said, I hate to admit that those special photographs aren't what I would call good portfolio photographs. <span style="font-size:0;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Surprise, that's where you all come in! I am in desperate need of volunteers to have their photographs taken (FREE) for use in my portfolio. I would like to take 10-20 shots each of the following:</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><ol><li><div align="justify">Mother and her daughters, and Mother and sons (1 younger and 1 older - generational)</div></li><li>Father and sons, Father and daughters (1 younger and 1 older - generational)</li><li>A family (2 large and 2 small)</li><li>Sisters ( 9 and under, pre-teen, teen, older)</li><li>Brothers (9 and under, pre-teen, teen, older)</li><li>Brothers and Sisters together (9 and under, pre-teen, teen, older)</li><li>Couples - 20ish, 30ish, 40ish, and older</li><li>Pregnancy</li><li>Newborn</li><li>Women (all ages) Men (all ages)</li></ol><p align="justify"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>(The good news is I have plenty of senior, engagement, bridal and wedding pictures)</em><br /></p></span><p align="justify">So ladies, if you are interested or know someone who might be interested, please give me a call (829-6660) so we can set up a time. I will also give you a copy of all the pictures on a disk.</p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color:#006600;">P.S. - Begging doesn't look good on me!! But I can if I need too!!</span></strong></p>God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-27982381737190542322008-09-26T09:07:00.001-07:002008-09-26T09:21:00.664-07:00Baby Shower for Jessica<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiryi7vQHaDudzjXXiFJsSMbUmwuvXKcs29UxzT4w562jp3xvhOvvfkVxx8Nf7shkOqAvOAnOlPIK1bf9P7IoodJpgrSNSrnYuzG8EuLT2jCIxUxbp6GLOB64Y1-bPaxsaNaX4etxcJwf5e/s1600-h/Jessica's+Shower.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250363491088121842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiryi7vQHaDudzjXXiFJsSMbUmwuvXKcs29UxzT4w562jp3xvhOvvfkVxx8Nf7shkOqAvOAnOlPIK1bf9P7IoodJpgrSNSrnYuzG8EuLT2jCIxUxbp6GLOB64Y1-bPaxsaNaX4etxcJwf5e/s400/Jessica's+Shower.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Hey ladies I just wanted to remind you all that Jessica Peters baby shower is this Sunday afternoon. I hope you all received your invitations and are planning on attending. Erica, since I didn't have you address I gave your invitation to Sheri and Jamal so they could get it to you. And if we missed anyone else, please forgive us. We want all of you to join us.<br /><br />We will having the shower in our yard. Julie has worked very hard getting everything ready with decorations, party favors and such, and Rhonda Rose and Kim Peters are bring lots of snacks and treats. Bring your kiddos and they can run and play while we celebrate the upcoming birth of Jessica and Kane Peters first baby.<br /><br />Look forward to seeing you this Sunday.God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-19654873292580995582008-09-24T11:37:00.000-07:002008-10-15T10:12:55.145-07:00We Speak Your NameThis has been a week where everything feels like it is a little off kilter. I know that probably sounds weird, but I don't seem to be able to shake this crazy feeling. Nothing is wrong really except for this uneasyness in my being. Is anyone else feeling the same thing? I have prayed about it all week and the word I keep hearing is "Don't you trust Me?" Of course I trust you Lord from the very depths of my soul so why this feeling? Then I just heard this song and and it was such a great reminder that I wanted to share it with you all.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m3WPRnnDw4&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m3WPRnnDw4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-29152832213661732532008-08-18T13:38:00.000-07:002008-08-18T13:50:45.244-07:00Lily<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5eyXCH6JHwKJmzTYDzS1HS4l344G0ONETAr_n7pClF9om2o5Pihx6OTZmm4pO2xYfrbqrWxz352BjTku1IZQqNgP__QnUBoFWoX25k24lkl-Ig1Emdk-ws9TZjcQbXK0bUQgCJomYCMNC/s1600-h/Picture+or+Video+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235960055784712306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5eyXCH6JHwKJmzTYDzS1HS4l344G0ONETAr_n7pClF9om2o5Pihx6OTZmm4pO2xYfrbqrWxz352BjTku1IZQqNgP__QnUBoFWoX25k24lkl-Ig1Emdk-ws9TZjcQbXK0bUQgCJomYCMNC/s400/Picture+or+Video+007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span>This angelic looking darling is my 2 (almost 3yr old) granddaughter Lily. She belongs to my son Tim and fantastic daughter-in-law Summer. They have been so blessed to have Emily as their babysitter all summer, but with school starting back up, Emily will not be able to babysit any longer. We are all so sad about that.<br /><br />Tim and Summer are in the process of looking for a new sitter. They just need a sitter one day a week (any day) from 7:30 - 3:30. If you are interested or know someone who might be interested, please let me know and I will put you in touch with them.<br /><br />Now who could turn down a face like that?</span></div>God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-43718703215723090462008-07-30T12:30:00.000-07:002008-11-13T04:35:19.615-08:00Pics from the Picnic<div align="center">Let the picnic begin</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228895368633713378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyFbhwi9ZOFzJMZS43J_P6wO4mOSbiDwWrGJLI3Rz-8R4Wt0xg6NT_lcPTXEJ_UrVj2U9W5HCED-yRfWL6y2spc7c7Tz6K1HcoAy_acdcvYrO7GQnY23C_qyRkyXsiqBLPolBKg8jARSR4/s200/Picture+or+Video+001.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Jason eating</div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228895495436660482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhClz1aoSVwQNNSKDCXNeubzMUZ7OTF_B9hOdqOrXxgLDeLHFGRX0tvcf_jBcXpCjW2v7Fhbq7g27dc8J_RI7WlcUJC2sadX6-GtDPU3BCS3Cx0Re0xiH6dgthUXDNAGfPVQHYETbXeaOkf/s200/Picture+or+Video+004.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">What kind of pie is this? Sure is pretty!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228906688986706130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHLrm80y6WnW49xIArKVQsV3j-lj9iNHZgNmBKwo8WiFZCwLV4BB9AbjQds9VL5qthVmlMTgvwVZebam5lGjaQYvffu_ModOlsa1skPimpOpW2fxOfzh_tmnZyuIixsPA7aMcs1g5JH0AR/s200/Picture+or+Video+015.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Let's eat! Like Father like Son!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228906469200711762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4r0UdsCEpdkpS24nSfYZLGUp0pJ7DQ4_kJiIypQHLoDoBha5IFV51bOBS76JLkhYW_I6dunKw4r8q_fj8LtpK6soSE1Ye4RzfWiJ3ZRSqLwLjULarBiZw66FP30P3QmpalOPRrJi9iY7/s200/Picture+or+Video+020.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Jeff waiting for a game of washers<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228906849884940146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMVc93RwOf-0RUC8G0nuStZfVYBsMbZzfCBdkdHRvC53KP7h-AwtycD0PIObYUP_Jwrpaa8gstgxJetTaQya2zXwmZky66XqqpNCknep7SwqgUcVAbwWZyt5PXTJ3HXE-50r8E8jI1tSON/s200/Picture+or+Video+031.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Surveying the situation<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228906129861541378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CD6orKWtJ8U5CeuqXH1cUezmBkDbpzXQD7VInKQsMdkyiCWuSRTqZ6JSX8I2riYbYGDOX5AV1lSPMuy7icgixW1qllevIip-4XBxAVf_Ltvi2kDg9iZuS3HwlYoo5wlSaUgzAboGFvyo/s200/Picture+or+Video+032.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center">Loving the snow cone<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBmijbcKjbPPOqpyOzicPpGqAHzxdVxzAM3J5L3SlVBe578rQG36wANbgjQeBgtDXrvJqB4zpP5_AlRS52oaQDElON1jNheN6bP5mraKp-W8IHpsjSdXAf5IG-Qf2NJiNh4NlvVifjwAUW/s1600-h/Picture+or+Video+041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228906573997209106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBmijbcKjbPPOqpyOzicPpGqAHzxdVxzAM3J5L3SlVBe578rQG36wANbgjQeBgtDXrvJqB4zpP5_AlRS52oaQDElON1jNheN6bP5mraKp-W8IHpsjSdXAf5IG-Qf2NJiNh4NlvVifjwAUW/s200/Picture+or+Video+041.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Is this guy a little hottie or what? </div><div align="center">Not that I notice things like that!</div><div align="center">Right!<br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228906348507812050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCv83wFSUYcAdnmcY3NY-qxSEipw_rWxXf9XAoQQ3bW8rM_77URY-pPDxlQTpEToQPaO2fiQtnBmSdL6qCmUDeWjeXXuJxE_Av-Cp3tfl6kf1nipYr7m9QCbS-QNv9WTjjZcCZCTE9zJO/s200/Picture+or+Video+030.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Pam and the girls<br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228902257401942226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpXPiBq-FxhWDuabvj9CffNKrPkSw7hlOZo363ARiRdiFFGI1d9eNhoDb0Y42nS4r92-qmUk5dsxLbn0w0IR4MbAC5UMPk8jcEE7y4nNxkUmdd4r-DOtjQdjr4c11w2q2-ffHo2OeqNbjs/s200/Picture+or+Video+018.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Billy doing Billy stuff<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4nDch4SgUmAbtE4v6Dg8LUjZQKaN4Yk3xbdNrnESMEEP-GhohEribHKCrSMI_JDDNyhyphenhyphenIZavL44dBh97oEWqVCHbPIVgE_GQ0YTqhmdhTu0-v4nBfcy3zbkeJD9GeDk1XoQPZYu9eRQLH/s1600-h/Picture+or+Video+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228906013284185298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4nDch4SgUmAbtE4v6Dg8LUjZQKaN4Yk3xbdNrnESMEEP-GhohEribHKCrSMI_JDDNyhyphenhyphenIZavL44dBh97oEWqVCHbPIVgE_GQ0YTqhmdhTu0-v4nBfcy3zbkeJD9GeDk1XoQPZYu9eRQLH/s200/Picture+or+Video+025.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The Chefs<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228896389021095314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7eff837NhlyX2vh-aVHqzzUURf0hNflcajk9D1ioiH3cvpVm2x1-QHNfawMfeg7srbsz05U_gzJtl_DAkUHTQqp3aKSe2PUFV66zTiV6R0NibQ_pUEsDv-cGuEfERIho1lyD-x-a_rZbe/s200/Picture+or+Video+007.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Lily snow-cone girl<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1j8QoKx-ffQrFzFdRrzHaIZb6KDsnkTMHmCOoJsPFx5gudnq6G3D0T1FUo5nP-vL765aMTo1KIedXR37bwWbuSlvv73YxfgC2aVwngg_Fy7eQvP-6Lh-RNNObg2Y5iKGDRCpFULdYDL01/s1600-h/Picture+or+Video+035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228896572784535378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1j8QoKx-ffQrFzFdRrzHaIZb6KDsnkTMHmCOoJsPFx5gudnq6G3D0T1FUo5nP-vL765aMTo1KIedXR37bwWbuSlvv73YxfgC2aVwngg_Fy7eQvP-6Lh-RNNObg2Y5iKGDRCpFULdYDL01/s200/Picture+or+Video+035.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Don showing off his onion<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228896015194577858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj47ub9BTh-u8KAkUPwUnxikLHRYd6hm5CXg5zu42seuUrqassGgmEQsNREZdoaNELtvH6y6Xna1rGZQQG4qLP5A0T7HlDLsFVEc3SZ5sImdV7qabV_u1rS1TsV2lGUURFGCbAPbSblisQH/s200/Picture+or+Video+021.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center"></div><div align="center">Cherith Pie Judge </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAnRXLi2UX9808vlCCTiX7P0WMv2qlI2J1npCg9root4z8dz0XauMfve0KXaAD4yn1XwRg9PImQpfhNTKw8TKqeve1dOga1EocIjM5vPG_5yEvhnq2yJoyrmAHffr_rkrCuO3QCLPxKkSn/s1600-h/Picture+or+Video+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228896293786548898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAnRXLi2UX9808vlCCTiX7P0WMv2qlI2J1npCg9root4z8dz0XauMfve0KXaAD4yn1XwRg9PImQpfhNTKw8TKqeve1dOga1EocIjM5vPG_5yEvhnq2yJoyrmAHffr_rkrCuO3QCLPxKkSn/s200/Picture+or+Video+017.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">It all looks so good?<br />Where do I begin?<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228913193171420130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-3MCWqZjyoT0kFZGj9PwaxpZW8M7ztUoYe21uGDhG465-h58j23euz8j86qRMhAM-zbwuYe_ZKHjHchvwnFcYKG0qA-jQVadqpUg_bx8yypczPdWRviTtrgm3t2J7ng_75Zmi9CY9dKs/s200/Picture+or+Video+009.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Jennifer and Tony ready to eat<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228895784399362754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKq0SURNInZ2rBJ9zswVNsH5wS9kllJKURLKeoGok5L6yuMxsZhDwOMKF_WtXc1256BuHdJOyPwImmZsjpzKbxkHaFmhhvCyN9pGu0CtkQvHcTKleGRgjLOvbbxk5LLwrKVXN0dMW-b8y/s200/Picture+or+Video+011.JPG" border="0" /><br />David and the beans </div><div align="center">(Sounds like a book title)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228895568557369490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSzohxD-CFEZe8CelybnXM-j-uH9JaSp6x3NEAxQq2qDlikX3O7Jdgh2ZJsES2XMx8YrDdvSBy2-KEozzdII-D762XHWIbkHoawCr-feTYj87VRlKp97s7EuyBTaeyWRlVsK84FZj-mzg5/s200/Picture+or+Video+005.JPG" border="0" /><br />Pie Taster Terry<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228912891265011746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi21Nzdq_3ZoAq8gdS3VD9_2BZ8RYpntgsm9E4hzoDW1RTRNfHGHDE3Ra3tiobfmff7F98sTjOEncQ8KuEA6qiWarVDXtuwvxklfuO_Bw8xx407U9ILfnT-5f6HYOGy6qAnc19JVdGAX_Zx/s200/Picture+or+Video+016.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center"><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Little Red Face Sweetie<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228912606150308610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsyuQ7dXHN6HBRd0Q4JAcWrboH2Q2yp_xJn-dC1SJubbdGUy2X-rkZDvK748r1OS1qRZTrvihErPb6OtfeTXDvlwgdKiqAOzKJSU-3I82A1yVPlbD2W96YzyCr9r4_tHHS2r5ULw8qHgwb/s200/Picture+or+Video+037.JPG" border="0" /><br />This years picnic was great! It was totally organized , which I really liked. Cyndi did and excellant job running everything - James, Sam and whom ever else cooked did a fantastic job -and there was no better people to be with.<br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgKpn5YEyXMAhBZBkC3zaaS-MowU-r1BfaX_6sxBq3BwiO32BCzbl21WazsrA0fdn3ayEhQPc9OINkXXOeV1vtoQYRyUye2O6qWdpGeU3NSZia7avL4dSkj4au8KrnRqpBbHH7LzPR9WUD/s1600-h/Picture+or+Video+005.JPG"></a></p><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div></div></div></div>God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-80121760755334628842008-07-29T06:33:00.000-07:002008-07-29T06:45:27.281-07:00A Song from GodDon't you just love it when you wake up with a song playing in your head? I believe it's God's way of saying good morning and telling me how much He truly loves me. And today His song is reminding me that He is all I need. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qLy8ksqGf9w&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qLy8ksqGf9w&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />He truly loves me.God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-29008058030319025882008-07-15T07:18:00.000-07:002008-07-15T11:34:01.625-07:00Mid Life Crisis<div align="justify">Do women suffer from mid-life crisis? I hope so, because I feel like I am in full blown mid-life crisis mode! So, please bear with me while I ramble on for a little while after all I'm having a mid life crisis ( I think).<br /><br />I have had a full time job since I was 16 years old. The only time I have taken off work in the past 37 years was for things like giving birth to my children, injury from a wreck and a couple of surgeries. But basically I have had a full time job for 37 years. It has always been my hearts desire to not have to work, but being a single mother for the first 16 years made that impossible.<br /><br />Then when Doug and I married I never ever entertained the idea of not working since we were starting from scratch, raising 5 kids, paying rent, utilities, enoumous child support to his ex (even though we had the boys), buying food for an army, etc., etc., etc. Not working wasn't an option. But during the past 15 years God has been so faithful to bless us coming in and going out. We raised 5 fantastic and successful kids, paid off the all of our debts (except a few medical bills which will soon be gone), we own our home, own our cars, have savings/retirement accounts and have established two very successful side businesses for both of us.<br /><br />So, for the first time in many years, the idea of not working didn't seem so far fetched. I/(we) made up my/(our) mind(s) and I was finally going to retire after Jordan graduated high school. But a couple of months before graduation I had that wonderful heart attack. Immediately I knew that retiring wasn't going to an option any longer because I had to have the health insurance. (can you say Spirit of Fear?) Six months passed and I had to replace my knee (see I knew I needed to keep that job with health insurance). One year passed and I blew out my other knee (good thing I didn't quit my job, after all I knew I was going to need that health insurance)<br /><br />Long story short - We are now at 2+ years since deciding to retire. (and not doing it) During the past two years God has told me numerous times to retire, Doug has told me numerous times to retire, and my family and friends have encouraged me numerous times to retire. (also yesterday God revealed to me what I would be doing when I retire) Anyway, last night at WOW when asked what our fear was I told the ladies at my table my biggest fear was being so busy doing everything that I feel God wants me to do that I miss what God really wants me to do. 1st question - Does that sound crazy to anyone besides me? 2nd question - By not retiring am I missing what God wants me to do? and 3rd - If retiring is my hearts desire, my God has told me to do it, my husband agrees to it, and my family and friends encourage it , then why am I still working?<br /><br />I have never been indecisive before, so why now? Why is this so hard? Why can't I just step out and do it? Why am I making this so difficult? Please tell me I'm just having a mid-life crisis. Please! </div><div align="justify"></div>God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-59087012153596970072008-07-01T06:52:00.001-07:002008-07-01T06:52:24.385-07:00Cardboard Testimonies<object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvDDc5RB6FQ&hl=en&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvDDc5RB6FQ&hl=en&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed></object>God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-87092514582681827672008-06-27T08:09:00.000-07:002008-06-27T10:52:22.294-07:00I Have To Believe<div align="justify">I finished reading "The Shack" last night. I have never had a book impact me the way this book has - my heart broke, I was angry, I was sad, I was confused, I was embarrassed, I was excited, I was amused, I was ashamed, I was in awe, I was relieved, my eyes were opened, the locked doors of my heart were opened, I was healed, my soul has been refreshed and for the first time in my life I totally believe God has always loved. Through it all He always loved me. And all this time, it was so simple. I just have to believe. And I do!!!<br /><br /><object height="349" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i5qlEUayQAY&hl=en&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i5qlEUayQAY&hl=en&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349"></embed></object></div><br /><br />Thanks Fran for sharing "The Shack".<em></em>God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-67418431891312337902008-06-25T09:22:00.000-07:002008-06-25T14:20:52.094-07:00Where I Am At Today<object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IKRFUQNeto0&hl=en&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IKRFUQNeto0&hl=en&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349"></embed></object><em></em>God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-24708830198657577042008-06-19T05:49:00.000-07:002008-11-13T04:35:23.653-08:00Memories<div align="justify">WOW! In a couple of months I will have been a partner with KLF for 11 years. Like most of you it has probably been a mixture of blessings, growing, hurts, healings, forgiveness, and restoration. But most of all it has been the best time of my life with people that I love most in this world. And as I was cleaning out my computer this morning I came across some great memories from the past 11 years so I thought I would share some of them with you .<br /><br /><span style="font-size:0;"></span></div><div align="center">Brandi, Gail, Pam & Brenda at Bride of Christ -WOW <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213634199996244546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEeZzC84nkFxEdkaYBQ6cTbR11UOQEzBWmw3RMFtwP0hVXmeYvXyJQ64AKcSoY7rEGv9eX6KrDyE73ti-hxoGJJlrIpIWw06xNuLUOasqOc-ZZoNn5hdrJ38DrVRp_1aUWCNRXUWIWI28/s200/Brandi+Wilson.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213690130351955058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAgShwooq6tWmZSFuO4ijYdq0NLdzx1MKyQ-y0UEgQoEodTQvLGJpaDHQqNK0aN_hmhBD4DdvqJ9UgzVtUwsKW3tiKyOPTetEV_EWPfoyPXp8fKgDQ2JjIuHZGQ_8JUtdqnYsOvZL2UmuW/s200/Gail+Vinson.jpg" border="0" /> </div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213624714235108514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3_A9jW_quBXGJq7_c9drTyuHOKgrZKGy-0U_AzFRmynG05lu7MJVoPjj41s8I2k0bgb0Xjb5aBUOthojB3H8ZZje8jZdk1-S8JaKORlrve-w2QQpCzjGFnki98gh2IR0ujr7h7p_udxDC/s200/Pam+Parks.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213625023827938850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGgDPPvU1heUMXuruc0JAhiCfLurB0zhMHou7tEjpvNoWBQyKjdcpg0n7slCv7m9PEir45GRzh9JnRMKBx5Qaa1mRkQdrAc2tSc8YZK5NaEh-OnzTO7J_4dly7MwK5-fh38FjCdbzZlrfk/s200/Brenda+Becker2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Church Events<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213632041313414418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzByvUVUBIxVpys6DLwmsL18i3mD-27uqmWk4J58KF5B2qnujvWAETrJH9lGhZajawt33CyAVvk20TnShbGM2gRFbMOdzW-RGmSPwprzFdseaSwk09bealaWw5436vjm5-yYDYvQeEmQXy/s200/Super+Life+Group+%26+Church+Picnic+2006_Page_18.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213575472763461538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPCpyZtYYxqjOGyAjq6eaFmApeNSF3P9l3WcqzJ6YuBX-12Id_BcDIucQotcSLGlYZmcdGxba6YLorbyKrZ2Ppf5LSwAa-gyyvcfWcYZTIKZhvh4F-MdP5oSQlIBgBniW_FwdcmACh5GS/s200/Super+Life+Group+%26+Church+Picnic+2006_Page_36.jpg" border="0" /> Winter Baptism<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213575876858642034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitAZZuV2nbVPtkAPJqZDtElKzH9tFosRE31632EvfHUqqQeXvR-Q7g69vtjbF6xSZ-yXmkcRPvko_HtJ48xDqoQM1bnjghWwjVjlvRDPqD0yqPonVKQSYs4bvcUdWHS0PFtD3ekSHV5xYO/s200/Picture+276.jpg" border="0" /><br />Hallelujah Night<br /></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213633343438493522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxjHG_M4w1G7eYS1E5h_-JbXM0oWn_YNqqSfXt22Vonj5TCY7PzE73LHQ7DTgnhMoUI4nyAcUSrP6nHwn_OAq6xSnw_-_-4SlQqvpIKEn_72GsVPqITde8O-hC4LFP3Nej2T9SWyDikA15/s200/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213633499692524722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgQUx7s-HScHmI8bNr7iX9Yt6IODBQnPAwh0F6eChfrO1O9fTZwIrDxkDzVWjgcynaZlrrOVPxJzagliSYNCGog5Ec-zAsDgVHSkgOKRHhdd_tSIQYXvohTFjhYjLc9K40CDZIxuXtz93/s200/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /> Princess Party<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213691968377330018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhShKsJjqFTAphtZDlI1GcrDRf8dn7FnzoXzRKiVlV0LjqytHMyNaTkSIvI_sB0PmVxhOH1_KQCzt562EnT52rBQA37RNZHbM8r9XMvWJynZ_d1jmdD5Z0H_dqQ3F6iKUzOwncGKxL0y9WH/s200/Ashley.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213691653579135106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYBUwRHxOv40FAA1qe6OLAvDUZwOg_1Rom_8Hp-Fll-bl2itDxtROUz7Q1Qy-U66k4N8ty39_ngqH9N_A-vfe2U7m7-UI0AVZTPbliH6vS7p4CCvlwinThq5frtgFprFqhWFUsz3CeW2l/s200/Bella.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213693026834960034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBrYREfF1B4C9KbvwSBYuNTMcuEo0MC21drovSBC9FqeUAAAuHx5uzzhKl0KBMLk9BkulGsaZAM2-jSk6Clv51WMWYv6ixCe7d61QJM-tayT6PjkIXMSx-sTybyUhkEWVj10gjIJ1-nu3/s200/Picture+124.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213693307397327170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifFaEmvCVoBlApY0xVnV7cW5BoOUBJrIDoNZfW6qOcWTZbyVSBktVfdSA6xemI5g0CPMXEA-WycEvtTj9y_IXaHvTqTIr6SxdFQYjji3yVLy9c6hWMfIGydJ7nFFhS-YnlDsjmbWoaTkgH/s200/Picture+106.jpg" border="0" />Cole and Cherith at a wedding<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213621947651031314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpSQl148JkRxVvN6h-XwBXdUZ1-QiI-VF7Z2fZqroozJQe0YEvYcIzWXHL_lzdcPdJVElXLbjx5ChMkQ2wsN8fw2_ySmGbbqmGkyu4E88W8wmUfEcBTVTCGaKeNvt7QvQeITd3FbGdDyPn/s200/Picture+119.jpg" border="0" /> Fran & Monica at WOW Christmas Party<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213622661831750978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYZK6dcwuZNqICh5152YeolV4EKPgvhAv48WXyQrbTZfnvDH931Y88LWENlIfOiUZT-BNwRSXQFOla0boSdIUZGAxUvW5OtDlM5uaS36jmxESlvEnKIfcxsuy3SifOOlI7n2vWxHVsIxp/s200/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">Rachel and Brandi at WOW Christmas Party<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213623421271705746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLpjhneB-PKZ_5d-ALt6jDJeIttF11fp7XyrzFsUyeZGMvJGSzI_6siJQv4SRpf7-3PUWt0BilTzB2HnWSHZP7x53Ef8XQQKsO6yXaGVJZeBsGsW9LwcRm90eY61GjL1Ss8Y3jhqXBT9Z/s200/Picture+072.jpg" border="0" /><br />Everlasting Seed Co. events<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213628639387209746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhufRiwr27Qgd2YVI1y7ow7kBWEjZAiw9OezT6c8YikIoL2is-D6nm1w6pSrSmIv3utUR7I-vkxDI5lPU18JmGrilbzlqe-xrTZ1-W3zExquAnQiWX_F0o3uLnvK9bJEkRT9rP_F17Qo4tT/s200/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213629799240283442" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtkgZOFbLP4ACow3QOCr5bfOYaZAqswmCgQ4ISIcVI15VLT4buiV75DraurqaXbQ0XrBLXi7PNyIfKik50je0_DMw_y-7Or2Wn4X6hgihyphenhyphenX9NmTbOcSuidW6cnGMzECfbPeqJPlA2zSksT/s200/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" />You see, thanks to all of you and your kiddos I have so many great memories. I just love this family that God has put me in. I so look forward to the next 11 years. Thanks for all the great memories .God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-26638546797530178022008-06-11T08:16:00.000-07:002008-11-13T04:35:29.954-08:00Catching Up<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I have been on my sweet sister for a long time about not keeping her blog up so finally she posted an update. Good Girl! But turn about is fair play and this past week she informed me that I needed to update my blog as well, so here goes - this is what I have been up to since February:</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210654206711656706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDv0Pz5S2_MwTw1su5xXySKvtog0fiuBZoKtfuF83khiPSZh7njgBWGV0PDnkLfFKVera8WCax4U5VWPZX-qF9l5_UbeIymYppFtntCeuxM6ZYm50CZ93eo0vJ9iPUEpHKEmYGGVXFKKC/s200/Grad+Announcement.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210653491488787154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcB7y9w4Ai_x5WY7cDuYgMKh86al4Rc1MQhpQJ6uZlRy9ZBGrMLWmttLEdSIFy5BmLB4j0C5jYON070YN3WC_R-y8qBUVhcs4z5UBHJPmvtzPko7yfiMczXaQBXMZ_Y4skmLhDAoD_1iZH/s200/Picture+059.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210653232360374482" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UHtMKWRBpFx1dSOHJIRZ7brhtTGQXyp0c0Y0MlpPGDld0CU0Pb3xpp0i4zrRzuYA0uW2NyrjhuH7lacBZAfKEwzAXF7KvdebJrklvp24X_ZQdfAS8caYasPCzjqyqDUA78wzzQFy3zEn/s200/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div align="justify">Making graduation announcements - updating company web photos - shooting company ribbon cutting ceremony - tax season - soccer - new employee photos - designed new business cards - gift certificates for 3 fund raisers - BFW practice - birthday parties (4) - engagement shots - senior shots - family shots - baby shots - BFW - more senior shots - wedding invitations - graduation party invitations - children's shots - party shots - rehearsal, bridal brunch, wedding and reception shots - more senior shots - decorated and catered wedding and party - more senior shots - finished tax season - booked 25 weddings - was offered a school district's spring picture gig - finished life group for the season - and hired a housekeeper. So you see, things have been pretty slow for me, how about you?<br /><br />PS - God has been moving mightily, but I'm still sorting it all out and will write about it later - BFW was wonderful, actually better than wonderful and I am still sorting it out - I am totally excited that we are having WOW again - and did I mention I hired a housekeeper? Thank God!!!! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-88591589118664832002008-02-26T17:14:00.000-08:002008-02-26T17:34:10.264-08:00Official Update On My Crazy Life<div align="justify">It has been a while since I have posted so, while I have a few spare minutes (about all the free time I do have) I will update you all on the going on in my crazy life:<br /><br />Life group is in full bloom. I love having everyone over to our house each week. We have just flipped from subject to subject, no definite direction - just letting God show up and do what He wants. We have a wide age group this semester (83 to 20ish) and it has been great. I just love it when God puts the most unlikely people together and they just mesh into an awesome family. And what an amazing family we are.<br /><br />Audit and tax season are in full swing, just wish I could say the same thing about me. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job (after all it’s the job God gave me), the people are fantastic, as is the pay, but my heart has begun to turn toward other business. The wedding/party planning is bustling, and the photography is booking up pretty fast. I have 16 weddings booked so far (with 4 proposals still out), Senior pictures are also booking rapidly. I have also booked a few conferences that I want to attend along with a couple of classes. Enough about this!<br /><br />Valentines Day was so special. Doug is so great about planning things out and this year was no different. I arrived at work at 7:30ish and was in full work mode when the front desk called and asked me to come downstairs – they had something for me. I figured that Doug had brought some flowers by the office for me. So I head downstairs and notice that everyone in the office is hanging round the foyer and front hall which is kinda weird for this time of the year. But I just kept walking up the hallway and then I see them. A Barber Shop Quartet, dressed in black slacks, white shirts, red garters and heart shaped buttons. They begin the sing “Love Me Tender” and I cry like a baby. It was so cool, so funny and so sweet. I noticed that several of the ladies were teary eyed as well.<br /><br />On Friday morning, Doug took me to Odessa to spend the weekend with my parents, and Brenda and Tony (my sweet sister and husband). We had so much fun. We went to their church game night Friday evening and while we were there we sang a few songs. After singing the pastor asked us to sing for Sunday service. Then he asked us to sing two songs for Sunday service. It was pretty cool. Of course we sang the old time songs – Just a Little Talk with Jesus, Jesus is Coming Soon (at the beginning of the service) and It is Well With My Soul (before the message). Some people cried, and some even raised their hands (Baptist Church). After church we went to lunch and the pastor and family were there and we were asked if we would come back and sing at their revival in March. We aren’t for sure, but we are praying about it.<br /><br />On Tuesday of last week, we became the proud parents of 2 precious young ladies. Many of you might know them, but if you don’t they are Terry Davis’ daughters, Brea and Cheyenne Davis. Their mother was killed last year in the car wreck on S. 14th, where the car went under the 18 wheel truck. Terry is going through some very rough problems and struggles and is unable to take care of the girls at this time. While Doug and I weren’t looking to raise any more children, when asked, there wasn’t any doubt that this was what we were supposed to do. I am not sure if this will be a permanent situation, but if it turns out to be that way, we are at peace with it.<br /><br />These precious girls have been through a lot in their short lives, and we want to give them the stability and love they need. While it has only been a week they seem to be doing very well. It is our hearts desire for these precious girls to be able to be kids again, enjoying their childhood, for them to know that they are safe and secure, that they will always have clothes to wear, a bed to sleep in, food to eat, and all other necessities they might require. Please remember all of us in your prayers during this time. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>OFFICIAL UPDATE - As of this post - Terry plans to officially sign the girls over to us. Yesterday we spoke to our attorney and he suggests we wait one month (to prove our intent to care for the girls and to make sure Terry and/or the girls don't change their minds) and then the papers will be filed to give us permanent custody</em>.</span></div><div align="justify"><span><br />Also, here is my personality test:</span></div><p><span><a href="http://wendybar.mypersonality.info" target="_top"><img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/5/53602.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify">And last but not least - I am going to be a table leader and play alternative percussion again this year at BFW. I am so excited about the whole thing. I just love BFW. How about you?</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">I know that you have been praying for us during the past week and your prayers have been answered. I would also like to say a special thanks to Annie & James for taking the girls shopping for new clothes this past Saturday! It was such a blessing!! Love you all!!!!<br /><br /><br /></div></span><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div>God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983570627845615743.post-13066059214281177492008-01-29T16:59:00.000-08:002008-11-13T04:35:30.341-08:00Candle for Miles<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLpoWKF7kXeBUN6m22kyQHjMAVDM1F_ORmyJt4WwMxSJvdJwx8E1WCspAGLacA1EROj7ZmWxV2pUWB0Eitm6dDBf6VZ7TQcLymtu8aSRPa9O3oy8DXLtQvdyA0eAz7vk2V4WabiysoQRf/s1600-h/0502280202011candle_in_the_wind_t.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161069259363712162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLpoWKF7kXeBUN6m22kyQHjMAVDM1F_ORmyJt4WwMxSJvdJwx8E1WCspAGLacA1EROj7ZmWxV2pUWB0Eitm6dDBf6VZ7TQcLymtu8aSRPa9O3oy8DXLtQvdyA0eAz7vk2V4WabiysoQRf/s400/0502280202011candle_in_the_wind_t.jpg" width="142" border="0" /></a><br /><p>Abba Father, Healer, touch Miles with your healing power and restore him from the top of his beautiful head to the bottoms of his precious feet. Send your ministering angels to surround Randy, Brandi, Joey, Spencer, Jocie, and Melody during this time and give them strength, peace of mind and super natural rest during Miles recovery. </p>God's Warrior Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01741112717030897013noreply@blogger.com3