<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974</id><updated>2012-02-02T17:13:55.296-06:00</updated><category term='weather'/><category term='heatwave'/><category term='travels'/><category term='milestone'/><category term='inspirational'/><category term='tornadoes'/><category term='positive attitude'/><category term='God'/><category term='ducklings'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Okie Blog Awards'/><category term='christian'/><category term='winter'/><category term='blizzard'/><category term='joy'/><category term='blog'/><category term='heart'/><category term='help'/><category term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='earthquake'/><category term='hope'/><category term='life'/><category term='carmex'/><category term='hail'/><category term='africa'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='ice'/><category term='oklahoma'/><category term='tears'/><category term='family'/><category term='pain'/><category term='winners'/><category term='japan'/><category term='vote'/><category term='okie bloggers'/><category term='love'/><category term='prayer'/><title type='text'>ramblings of a creative mind unleashed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>396</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-4939957975685016276</id><published>2012-01-19T12:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:05:30.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay It Forward</title><content type='html'>So if for some reason you haven't seen me talking about this EVERYWHERE (a little excited) I'm putting it here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to be part of a blessing. So amazing that God would use me, choose me, let me get to have all the fun! Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;embed align="middle" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ffffff" devicefont="false" flashvars="&amp;amp;titleAvailable=true&amp;amp;playerAvailable=true&amp;amp;searchAvailable=false&amp;amp;shareFlag=N&amp;amp;singleURL=http://kfor.vidcms.trb.com/alfresco/service/edge/content/fae87655-3e1a-4874-a36d-d71beb3cf2a2&amp;amp;propName=kfor.com&amp;amp;hostURL=http://www.kfor.com&amp;amp;swfPath=http://kfor.vid.trb.com/player/&amp;amp;omAccount=triblocaltvglobal&amp;amp;omnitureServer=kfor.com" height="450" loop="true" menu="true" name="PaperVideoTest" play="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" salign="l" scale="showall" src="http://kfor.vid.trb.com/player/PaperVideoTest.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should have included a blooper reel...it would have shown us chasing the money through a parking lot on a windy day because yours truly dropped it. Grace I tell you, grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to help Joe's Addiction, I'd be glad to take cash, clothes, coats, blankets from you to them. They also have a Free Store where people in need can come get what they need. LOVE this place and the people. Go get a great cup of joe and find out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;1806b Southeast 59th Street&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oklahoma City, OK 73129&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;nobr style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;(405) 601-2962&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;nobr style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;nobr style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;(east of I-35 on SE 59th)&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;nobr style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;nobr style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;peace.&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-4939957975685016276?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/4939957975685016276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=4939957975685016276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4939957975685016276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4939957975685016276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2012/01/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay It Forward'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-3752431311110197653</id><published>2011-12-21T12:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T12:51:12.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Challenge</title><content type='html'>My name is Glynis and I often go by just "g". So I'm challenging myself this Christmas to think of words that start with g and work on making them part of me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be more:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gracious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;generous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gentle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gregarious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;giving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make your own list this year, my gift to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-3752431311110197653?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/3752431311110197653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=3752431311110197653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3752431311110197653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3752431311110197653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-challenge.html' title='Christmas Challenge'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-123043806564464097</id><published>2011-12-19T13:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:50:07.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It amazes me how quickly time passes these days. I watched the children sing at church yesterday and remember vividly when my angels were up there, too. Seems like yesterday, not yesteryear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DEnLGuGf61I/Tu-VTca-zqI/AAAAAAAAAi0/SWknSbuJsqU/s1600/TD5001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DEnLGuGf61I/Tu-VTca-zqI/AAAAAAAAAi0/SWknSbuJsqU/s1600/TD5001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm getting better about treasuring the moments, noting in my heart and mind what is really important. I'm looking forward to being with my children this weekend. Does my heart good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I hope for you and yours a very, Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year. Treasure the moments, they're the only treasures that count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-123043806564464097?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/123043806564464097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=123043806564464097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/123043806564464097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/123043806564464097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-year.html' title='Another Year'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DEnLGuGf61I/Tu-VTca-zqI/AAAAAAAAAi0/SWknSbuJsqU/s72-c/TD5001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-8468386841252605208</id><published>2011-11-22T21:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:54:48.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Manage Me</title><content type='html'>“Life is not a straight line leading from one blessing to the next and then finally to heaven. Life is a winding and troubled road. Switchback after switchback. And the point of biblical stories like Joseph and Job and Esther and Ruth is to help us feel in our bones (not just know in our heads) that God is for us in all these strange turns. God is not just showing up after the trouble and cleaning it up. He is plotting the course and managing the troubles with far-reaching purposes for our good and for the glory of Jesus Christ.” &lt;br /&gt;― John Piper, A Sweet and Bitter Providence: Sex, Race, and the Sovereignty of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manage me, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-8468386841252605208?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/8468386841252605208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=8468386841252605208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8468386841252605208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8468386841252605208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/11/manage-me.html' title='Manage Me'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-4118866063419043551</id><published>2011-11-02T12:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T12:35:21.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At your age...</title><content type='html'>I think I may hate this phrase, At your age....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MT6CGxw6ikM/TrF9JacpGUI/AAAAAAAAAis/UXEEVDJElMA/s1600/lotion.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MT6CGxw6ikM/TrF9JacpGUI/AAAAAAAAAis/UXEEVDJElMA/s320/lotion.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, moving on. At any age, skin can be dry when the weather starts turning cold. I have the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've talked about this lotion before, but the good people at Carmex sent me another goodie box so I'm going to talk about it again. (They aren't paying me, they just sent me the goodies. Keep reading, good news.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carmexpressroom.com/our-products.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;I LOVE these products!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Healing Lotion and Healing Cream. Non-greasy, not too Carmexy smelling, they ROCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like some, leave a comment. They told me I could give a goodie box to you, too. But just one of you, so randomizer it is. One comment per person please, winner announced November 15th, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotion up folks, the cold weather is a-comin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-4118866063419043551?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/4118866063419043551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=4118866063419043551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4118866063419043551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4118866063419043551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/11/at-your-age.html' title='At your age...'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MT6CGxw6ikM/TrF9JacpGUI/AAAAAAAAAis/UXEEVDJElMA/s72-c/lotion.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-1382481592434704788</id><published>2011-10-21T09:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T09:49:54.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The call of the ocean</title><content type='html'>Ok, that may be a wee bit dramatic, but I do love the ocean. I can literally sit for hours listening to the surf and the birds. It is the most relaxing thing I can think of. Lakes come close, but there is nothing like the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent last weekend in Monterey Bay, CA. Beachside condo, it was wonderful! We got to see whales, sea lions, porpoise, otters, pelicans, and gulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day, I will live near the ocean. I hope. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-1382481592434704788?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/1382481592434704788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=1382481592434704788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1382481592434704788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1382481592434704788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/10/call-of-ocean.html' title='The call of the ocean'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-8627963362114863129</id><published>2011-10-06T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T14:38:40.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He is or He isn't</title><content type='html'>I had a long conversation with a dear friend this week and I challenged her to decide whether God is who he says he is or he isn't. That nothing else could really be dealt with until that was settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is God who he says he is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer, a resounding yes. Of course he is! And yet, do I live my every day life like I believe this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, this truth is buried deep in my heart. I do believe God is exactly who he says he is. He has proven it to me over and over. But in those moments of pain, anger, reaction, etc. I don't always behave like I believe it. I want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live my life in the shadow of Psalm 139.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;O LORD, you have searched me and known me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;You know when I sit down and when I rise up;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;you discern my thoughts from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;You search out my path and my lying down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;and are acquainted with all my ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Even before a word is on my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;behold, O LORD, you know it altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;You hem me in, behind and before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;and lay your hand upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;it is high; I cannot attain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Where shall I go from your Spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;Or where shall I flee from your presence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;If I ascend to heaven, you are there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;If I take the wings of the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;even there your hand shall lead me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;and your right hand shall hold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;and the light about me be night,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;even the darkness is not dark to you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;the night is bright as the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;for darkness is as light with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;For you formed my inward parts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;you knitted me together in my mother's womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Wonderful are your works;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;my soul knows it very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;My frame was not hidden from you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;when I was being made in secret,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;intricately woven in the depths of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Your eyes saw my unformed substance;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;in your book were written, every one of them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;the days that were formed for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;when as yet there was none of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;How vast is the sum of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;If I would count them, they are more than the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;I awake, and I am still with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Oh that you would slay the wicked, O God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;O men of blood, depart from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;They speak against you with malicious intent;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;your enemies take your name in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;And do I not loathe those who rise up against you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;I hate them with complete hatred;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;I count them my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Search me, O God, and know my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;Try me and know my thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;And see if there be any grievous way in me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;and lead me in the way everlasting!&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 139 ESV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-8627963362114863129?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/8627963362114863129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=8627963362114863129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8627963362114863129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8627963362114863129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/10/he-is-or-he-isnt.html' title='He is or He isn&apos;t'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-1053366619406909767</id><published>2011-09-20T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T12:50:14.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pat Robertson is Wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwdB-bT3m_A/TnjSE55cQJI/AAAAAAAAAio/7zn5InfEw88/s1600/Phone+Photos+033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwdB-bT3m_A/TnjSE55cQJI/AAAAAAAAAio/7zn5InfEw88/s320/Phone+Photos+033.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing about this &lt;a href="http://www.christianpost.com/news/pat-robertson-blasted-for-alzheimers-divorce-advice-55650/"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and all I have to say is &lt;b&gt;Pat Robertson is wrong&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not Biblical. No debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also pray he never has to deal with a loved one with Alzheimer's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given the gift of 5 years with my dad during his journey with Alzheimer's. It was not always easy, happy, and joyful. It was hard to watch him disappear a little at a time. It was hard to make decisions for him that he couldn't make for himself. It was hard to watch him struggle and eventually succumb to this horrible disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would not trade that time for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a gift from God at the end of a rocky road. There were moments of laughter, moments of tears, moments of unfiltered love and I'm the better for having walked that road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is in heaven, enjoying his rewards. And I'm here, enjoying my memories of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.kendavis.com/commentary/what-would-pat-robertson-have-done-with-my-dad/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;just spurred me on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-1053366619406909767?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/1053366619406909767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=1053366619406909767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1053366619406909767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1053366619406909767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/09/pat-robertson-is-wrong.html' title='Pat Robertson is Wrong.'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwdB-bT3m_A/TnjSE55cQJI/AAAAAAAAAio/7zn5InfEw88/s72-c/Phone+Photos+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-2132067575893102463</id><published>2011-09-14T14:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T14:45:00.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Tattoo</title><content type='html'>I don't have it yet and don't know when I will, but I know what it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last year has been difficult in many ways. Lots of waiting (my favorite!) and lots of blessing. Looking back, I see God's hand in everything and I know He was watching me the whole time. I was never alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me. So that's what my next tattoo will be. A sparrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ppyh5mNhLS8/TnEDhoouBgI/AAAAAAAAAic/bVP1Q1gbgfk/s1600/male_sparrow_20080512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ppyh5mNhLS8/TnEDhoouBgI/AAAAAAAAAic/bVP1Q1gbgfk/s200/male_sparrow_20080512.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inspired by this.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_969748107"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WDnONdOaOrU/TnEDk3D8mII/AAAAAAAAAig/ytwDJscb2wA/s1600/sparrow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tattoojohnny.com/product/LLF-00326/c5d08966d6275e9b742c270d686bc9c5/searchpage/1/image/3/prods/CIF-00014,KEF-00023,LLF-00326,LLF-00323,KEF-00024,GRF-00055,J5F-00043,DAF-00015,CHF-00017,PNF-00028,PHF-00589,CEF-00026,"&gt;But more like this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-2132067575893102463?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/2132067575893102463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=2132067575893102463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/2132067575893102463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/2132067575893102463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-new-tattoo.html' title='My New Tattoo'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ppyh5mNhLS8/TnEDhoouBgI/AAAAAAAAAic/bVP1Q1gbgfk/s72-c/male_sparrow_20080512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-8077709336281821938</id><published>2011-09-13T15:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T15:08:40.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oktoberfest in Choctaw</title><content type='html'>This about sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WrINY_TNFE4/Tm-4CceKKBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/sjfybqQnueg/s1600/1best.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WrINY_TNFE4/Tm-4CceKKBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/sjfybqQnueg/s320/1best.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6EsQPOSg4tE/Tm-4EMpZvqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/plIRfT8unVQ/s1600/1worst.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6EsQPOSg4tE/Tm-4EMpZvqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/plIRfT8unVQ/s320/1worst.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-8077709336281821938?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/8077709336281821938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=8077709336281821938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8077709336281821938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8077709336281821938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/09/oktoberfest-in-choctaw.html' title='Oktoberfest in Choctaw'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WrINY_TNFE4/Tm-4CceKKBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/sjfybqQnueg/s72-c/1best.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-3740705189973204887</id><published>2011-09-06T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T15:35:16.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions of a Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0hTvJpPXya0/TmaDwPMYjrI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/SYpBYVP2oHg/s1600/heart.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0hTvJpPXya0/TmaDwPMYjrI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/SYpBYVP2oHg/s320/heart.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions, decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut my hair off or let it grow? Concrete counters or granite? Comfortable shoes or cute ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered that most of the decisions I make in my life are so temporary. In the light of eternity, who really cares? Who will it really impact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one decision I made when I was 7 I will always remember, has shaped the person I am, and has forever changed me. I decided to follow Jesus. No turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm forever glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whoisjesus-really.com/"&gt;Have you?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-3740705189973204887?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/3740705189973204887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=3740705189973204887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3740705189973204887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3740705189973204887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/09/decisions-of-lifetime.html' title='Decisions of a Lifetime'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0hTvJpPXya0/TmaDwPMYjrI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/SYpBYVP2oHg/s72-c/heart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-3063034360038147342</id><published>2011-08-29T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:26:54.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play Catch Up</title><content type='html'>The last few weeks have been a whirlwind. Between interviews, unexpected offers, car issues, family events, etc. I'm finally catching my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM: Is doing great! She is recovering very well, at a nice, steady pace. For those of you who may not know what happened, it's all &lt;a href="http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/06/change.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-usTTjyRMAUI/TluhCfClDZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/H913CIE4ECQ/s1600/mom.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-usTTjyRMAUI/TluhCfClDZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/H913CIE4ECQ/s200/mom.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBkkvM1Gtso/TluhFU3tknI/AAAAAAAAAiM/SdeRaYoYbk4/s1600/bran.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBkkvM1Gtso/TluhFU3tknI/AAAAAAAAAiM/SdeRaYoYbk4/s200/bran.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY: My nephew graduated from High School, enrolled in college and has enlisted in the Air Force Reserves. He is following in a long line of kinfolk who have served. In just 3 generations of our immediate family, there have been 15 men serve in the Armed Services. He is joining a proud tradition and I'm so grateful for his bravery, sacrifice and commitment. As I am for all US Military. Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOB: I have a new job! I'm still with Reaching Souls International but now I am the US Director of Children in Need. It is the orphan ministry for RSI and where my heart beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orphans are identified, matched with families, and supported through givers. Not in orphanages or centers, but in a home with a family. $25 a month provides food for the family and school fees for the orphan. They are an asset to the family, they are monitored through the local church and it's a win-win for all involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not be more blessed, excited, overwhelmed, grateful, humbled, excited...oh, I said that already. !!! &amp;nbsp;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just $25 a month changes a life. If you want to support and orphan(s), let me know!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARS: Here's the challenge of the last 4 weeks. We've had car ISSUES! Jim's car is currently having it's engine replaced. Now, I can't complain too much about that because it did have over 180,000 miles on it and it's been a great car. And I would complain about the $4000 car bill to do so, but God is so gracious! Someone, we don't know who, dropped $2500 by the mechanic and told them to apply it to our bill. Thank you, God!! In our effort to be debt free, this was such an amazing blessing. My car has had several headaches, of course not all at the same time, which ended in one day all three of our cars being in the shop. Oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTTOM LINE: I am so blessed. His eye in on the sparrow and I know He watches me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-3063034360038147342?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/3063034360038147342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=3063034360038147342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3063034360038147342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3063034360038147342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/08/lets-play-catch-up.html' title='Let&apos;s Play Catch Up'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-usTTjyRMAUI/TluhCfClDZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/H913CIE4ECQ/s72-c/mom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-3539059995863686760</id><published>2011-08-28T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T20:43:54.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>Using random.org, my #2 commenter is the winner! So Sherrie, be looking for an email and looking forward to some Carmex goodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-3539059995863686760?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/3539059995863686760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=3539059995863686760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3539059995863686760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3539059995863686760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/08/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-754825200048261081</id><published>2011-08-22T12:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:07:22.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Until Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mycarmex.com/"&gt;Carmex&lt;/a&gt; has once again sent me some sneak peek items. One I love, one I'm kind of meh about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycarmex.com/our-products/carmex-vanilla-stick/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A7FUWcfDP3c/TlKJvwO3J4I/AAAAAAAAAh8/mEO7J0u7SAI/s400/stick-vanilla.png" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycarmex.com/our-products/carmex-lime-stick/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GzqCPf-MtF0/TlKJwC59CeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DvOzGsIABug/s400/stick-lime.png" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So here they are. &lt;a href="http://mycarmex.com/our-products/carmex-vanilla-stick/default.aspx"&gt;The Carmex Vanilla Stick&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://mycarmex.com/our-products/carmex-lime-stick/default.aspx"&gt;Carmex Lime Twist Stick&lt;/a&gt;. I've been trying them out for a couple of weeks and I must say the Vanilla is ok, more carmexy than vanillay. But the LIME, oh honey, it is really fresh and I love it!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Both are still great lip goodies, after all, it is Carmex. But the lime is my winner for this race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of winners, I didn't forget you. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Carmex will send one of my readers a cute little picnic blanket (&lt;a href="http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-could-be-yours.html"&gt;See it here&lt;/a&gt;) and some lip goodies, too! All you have to do is leave a comment here by Friday, August 26th. I'll use a random picker method and announce the winner on Monday, August 29th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In your comment, please leave your email address so I can get in touch. No email, no win.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bonus entries? Why, yes! If you want to Twitter about it or Facebook about it, just leave me an additional comment saying you did. &amp;nbsp;Share this&lt;a href="http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/08/only-until-friday.html"&gt; link&lt;/a&gt; with your friends and thank you! That makes 3 entries per person possible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Legal Stuff: Other than the free goodies I was sent, I have not been compensated by Carmex. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-754825200048261081?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/754825200048261081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=754825200048261081' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/754825200048261081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/754825200048261081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/08/only-until-friday.html' title='Only Until Friday'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A7FUWcfDP3c/TlKJvwO3J4I/AAAAAAAAAh8/mEO7J0u7SAI/s72-c/stick-vanilla.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-7082328452882688364</id><published>2011-08-15T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T09:34:17.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This could be yours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OcApQyi6DZ0/TkkuPZ76fWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/SiBtiXHj1oY/s1600/blnk%2B1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OcApQyi6DZ0/TkkuPZ76fWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/SiBtiXHj1oY/s400/blnk%2B1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-faepDhvPu28/TkkuPufeHsI/AAAAAAAAAh0/qCBWdfLc-cQ/s1600/blank%2B2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-faepDhvPu28/TkkuPufeHsI/AAAAAAAAAh0/qCBWdfLc-cQ/s400/blank%2B2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest picnic blanket and some lip goodies...stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-7082328452882688364?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/7082328452882688364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=7082328452882688364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7082328452882688364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7082328452882688364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-could-be-yours.html' title='This could be yours...'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OcApQyi6DZ0/TkkuPZ76fWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/SiBtiXHj1oY/s72-c/blnk%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-8836278425996649501</id><published>2011-08-05T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:20:58.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curveball</title><content type='html'>You know that moment you think you know, that moment you have a plan, that very moment you lift your foot to take the next step and WHAM!!?? I had one of those this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting on the Lord to show me His plan. He gave me Exodus 14:14 as an encouragement to know he was at work on my behalf. It says "The Lord will fight for you and you have only to be silent." So I have been, until now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you worry, it's all good. It's all God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new job. Not the one I thought I'd have on Tuesday, the one I interviewed for. But a new one with Reaching Souls that before yesterday, didn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made is just for me. God made it just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now the Director of Children in Need, the orphan ministry of Reaching Souls. This ministry has been in existence since 1996, but until yesterday, it wasn't a primary focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's all changing. Reaching Souls will still be focused on National Missionaries, but I will be focused on Children in Need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children in Need places orphans in homes with families. Not orphanages, not centers, but homes with a parent or parents, to grow up with siblings. Monitored through the local church, these kids are cared for, fed, educated and a member of a family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good and I am excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-8836278425996649501?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/8836278425996649501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=8836278425996649501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8836278425996649501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8836278425996649501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/08/curveball.html' title='Curveball'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5350759565100630275</id><published>2011-08-03T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T14:31:15.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hot, have a cup of Joe.</title><content type='html'>Seems like that is all anyone is talking about recently. We are seeing records broken for hottest days, longest stretch of hottest days, longest time without rain....and then I think of those who are not sitting in air conditioned cars, not living is air conditioned houses and I stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the soldiers on foreign soil carrying 60 lb. packs over sand in the heat to the homeless in our very own city, I stop to realize how very blessed I am. But for the grace of God go I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can I ease their suffering? For the soldiers, I say thank you every time I see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the homeless, I donate to organizations who are on the ground providing relief to these folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="flashObj" width="486" height="412" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=1091561426001&amp;linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.newsok.com%2Farticle%2F3591165&amp;playerID=1681694480&amp;playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAACqD3ms~,3I1DNCm2Ps-fwJuGXeVP_-3n_u1FX_vj&amp;domain=embed&amp;dynamicStreaming=true" /&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=1091561426001&amp;linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.newsok.com%2Farticle%2F3591165&amp;playerID=1681694480&amp;playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAACqD3ms~,3I1DNCm2Ps-fwJuGXeVP_-3n_u1FX_vj&amp;domain=embed&amp;dynamicStreaming=true" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" swLiveConnect="true" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my friends, John &amp;amp; Jamie. If you can help Joe's Addiction, please do. Get your stuff together in your air conditioned home, put it in your air conditioned car and head down to a place that will bless your socks off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or leave a comment and I'll come get it. I don't mind and I'm not wearing socks. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5350759565100630275?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5350759565100630275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5350759565100630275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5350759565100630275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5350759565100630275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-hot-have-cup-of-joe.html' title='It&apos;s Hot, have a cup of Joe.'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-8135381848169407789</id><published>2011-07-25T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T11:15:47.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do your job</title><content type='html'>Seems pretty simple. Do your job. Whatever it is, do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what frustrates me about our government. Too many agendas, special interests, lobbyists, blah blah blah...just do your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DlPCR97fFI/Ti2VCvgoXmI/AAAAAAAAAhk/IeYjmqZwmWE/s1600/flag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DlPCR97fFI/Ti2VCvgoXmI/AAAAAAAAAhk/IeYjmqZwmWE/s1600/flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been entrusted by the American people to govern OUR country. Voted into office, we've given you the authority to act our behalf....not just yours. Stop listening only to those who line your pockets, stroke your egos, make you promises...listen to US. We, the people, are growing tired of your ambitions, posturing, selfishness getting in the way of what you are in Washington to do, your job. Thank you to the few who are trying, we do notice. You will hear our support on election day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's make this simple. If I don't do my job, I don't get paid or I lose my job. Same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to stay in Washington, then do your job. See, it really is simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-8135381848169407789?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/8135381848169407789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=8135381848169407789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8135381848169407789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8135381848169407789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/07/do-your-job.html' title='Do your job'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DlPCR97fFI/Ti2VCvgoXmI/AAAAAAAAAhk/IeYjmqZwmWE/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-1736579780551116648</id><published>2011-07-22T10:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T10:21:00.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know It's HOT When....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fnt1aphEiMw/TimVInAL5FI/AAAAAAAAAhg/eNamDpNmldA/s1600/ice+cream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fnt1aphEiMw/TimVInAL5FI/AAAAAAAAAhg/eNamDpNmldA/s400/ice+cream.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Ice Cream Truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-1736579780551116648?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/1736579780551116648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=1736579780551116648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1736579780551116648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1736579780551116648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-know-its-hot-when.html' title='You Know It&apos;s HOT When....'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fnt1aphEiMw/TimVInAL5FI/AAAAAAAAAhg/eNamDpNmldA/s72-c/ice+cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-321965886505814362</id><published>2011-07-21T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:50:11.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Complaints</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cUnc0R9zVic/TihWa0N0h4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/iqQWljyYQMc/s1600/ryan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cUnc0R9zVic/TihWa0N0h4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/iqQWljyYQMc/s320/ryan.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite soldier, nephew &amp;amp; niece....many moons ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I was going to complain about how hot it is... then I realized that at least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.) It isn't 115 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) I'm not 5,700 miles from home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I'm not dressed in a full BDU uniform and helmet and carrying 70+ lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) There is very little chance that anyone will shoot at me or that I might drive over a bomb in the road today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who serve or have served in our fine military! God bless!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-321965886505814362?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/321965886505814362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=321965886505814362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/321965886505814362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/321965886505814362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-complaints.html' title='No Complaints'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cUnc0R9zVic/TihWa0N0h4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/iqQWljyYQMc/s72-c/ryan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-7184445059772808315</id><published>2011-07-18T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:05:15.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A shift in the atmosphere</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's not quite that dramatic but I'm feeling the need for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change of place, pace, purpose...like the&amp;nbsp;alliteration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;place...I don't see this being permanent, we're not moving. But maybe some days away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pace...taking the time to really take the time to relax, renew, reinvigorate, restore...ok, I'll quit... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purpose...this one is a little harder, but with the help of place and pace, I'm hoping it becomes clearer. Must put the big rocks in first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-7184445059772808315?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/7184445059772808315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=7184445059772808315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7184445059772808315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7184445059772808315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/07/shift-in-atmosphere.html' title='A shift in the atmosphere'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5042387328684503919</id><published>2011-07-11T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:05:45.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday in the Toilet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z3pQDV3_IpI/Ths6jmo1HYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-uMu0vMYrdI/s1600/Toilet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z3pQDV3_IpI/Ths6jmo1HYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-uMu0vMYrdI/s320/Toilet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's not what you think. We actually celebrated my mom's 71st birthday this past Saturday by putting in a new kitchen faucet and buying and installing a new toilet for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party Animals, I know. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom lives on Social Security, she can't afford the extras. After the recent heart events, we wanted to celebrate her birthday while keeping it low key for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her toilet was leaking, it was old, so it seemed like a good surprise. She told my daughter this was her best birthday ever. Her heart is strong, her family was around her, her faucet works and she has a new toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. And sometimes, it is the simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5042387328684503919?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5042387328684503919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5042387328684503919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5042387328684503919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5042387328684503919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-in-toilet.html' title='Happy Birthday in the Toilet...'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z3pQDV3_IpI/Ths6jmo1HYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-uMu0vMYrdI/s72-c/Toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-7920341783119094528</id><published>2011-07-05T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T09:03:15.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking on Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;We are one in the Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;We are one in the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;We are one in the Spirit&lt;br /&gt;We are one in the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;And we pray that all unity&lt;br /&gt;may one day be restored:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they'll know we are Christians&lt;br /&gt;By our love, by our love,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they'll know we are Christians&lt;br /&gt;By our love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Can you hear it? I remember singing this is my youth group in the '70s. I've been thinking a great deal about love lately. I want my response to be love. I want to sit with the woman at the well and love her. I want to eat with the tax collector and love him. I want to talk to the church people and love them. I want to touch the homeless and sick and love them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I want them to know we are Christians by our love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26650" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;31&lt;/sup&gt;When he had gone out, Jesus said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="xref" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-26650BA&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BA&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BA&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;"Now is the Son of Man glorified, and&lt;sup class="xref" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-26650BB&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BB&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BB&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;God is glorified in him.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26651" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;32&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;If God is glorified in him,&lt;sup class="xref" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-26651BC&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BC&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BC&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;God will also glorify him in himself, and&lt;sup class="xref" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-26651BD&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BD&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BD&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;glorify him at once.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26652" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;33&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;Little children,&lt;sup class="xref" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-26652BE&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BE&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BE&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;yet a little while I am with you. You will seek me, and just&lt;sup class="xref" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-26652BF&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BF&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BF&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;as I said to the Jews, so now I also say to you, 'Where I am going you cannot come.'&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26653" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;34&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="xref" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-26653BG&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BG&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BG&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;A new commandment&lt;sup class="xref" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-26653BH&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BH&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BH&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I give to you,&lt;sup class="xref" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-26653BI&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BI&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BI&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;that you love one another:&lt;sup class="xref" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-26653BJ&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BJ&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BJ&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26654" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;35&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 0.5em;"&gt;&lt;sup class="xref" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-26654BK&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference BK&amp;quot;&amp;gt;BK&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another." &amp;nbsp;John 13:31-35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-7920341783119094528?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/7920341783119094528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=7920341783119094528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7920341783119094528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7920341783119094528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/07/thinking-on-love.html' title='Thinking on Love'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-8290527624784832543</id><published>2011-06-30T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:00:39.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA Lockout is Official</title><content type='html'>Wow. I love basketball, my mom loves basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's where the rubber meets the road. The players being locked out will not suffer. The owners will not suffer. The ticket vendors, janitors, food service workers, security guards, venue employees, etc... will suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has worked most of her adult life. She lost her retirement in the recession. She now lives on Social Security. I think these owners and NBA players need a dose of reality. Grow up folks, it's basketball. It isn't life saving, life changing, benevolent or society building. It isn't feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, &amp;nbsp;supporting the hurting or giving life to the dying and downtrodden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a grip. Make your money deal, go play ball and entertain your fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you are talented but so are a lot of us. Just not in ways that pay of millions of dollars for hours of playing ball. Thank you players for the good you do, but lots of us do good without applause or recognition. Talk to the City Rescue Mission workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the excitement and entertainment that NBA basketball brings to our lives. I also know, lockout or no lockout, life will go on. For some, it will be harder because they don't have millions to bide them over. Think of them when you're whining about not getting paid what you're "worth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-8290527624784832543?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/8290527624784832543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=8290527624784832543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8290527624784832543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8290527624784832543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/06/nba-lockout-is-official.html' title='NBA Lockout is Official'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-1377640519529904565</id><published>2011-06-29T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T13:02:56.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I know I've talked about change before, but I'm looking at it a little differently these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 16th, I received a call from my mom. She was crying, sounded scared and all she said was, "Will you come look at me?" &amp;nbsp;I said yes, I'm coming, and I went. Calling my sister, praying the motorcycle cop didn't read my speed and praying for guidance, I got there as quickly as possible. She was pale, shaky, weak and not feeling good. So off to the heart hospital we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 24 hours, we knew she had 2 blockages in her left ventricle artery. Called the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Widow_maker"&gt;widowmaker&lt;/a&gt;, it's nasty juju. So her stay was extended and on June 20th, mom had double bypass surgery. In 1 1/2 hours, they took a vein from her leg and bypassed the bad places in her artery. Her heart is healthy, we are grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now comes the change. She can't lift, push, pull, extend or reach with her arms. Try it. She has to think about how to put her shirt on, shower, pull up her pants, etc... Change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has to change the way she eats, cooks, shops, etc... Change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't mow, clean, drive, be independent, etc... Change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will feel better, live longer, be healthier, etc... Change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So change isn't all bad, but it does take thought, effort and commitment. This particular change has created in me a sense of&amp;nbsp;responsibility&amp;nbsp;for my own health. Change is here for me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-1377640519529904565?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/1377640519529904565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=1377640519529904565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1377640519529904565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1377640519529904565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/06/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-2835572473233534234</id><published>2011-06-21T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T11:30:40.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you heard of the needs in Cashion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;**PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SHARE WITH&amp;nbsp; ANYONE INTERESTED IN HELPING**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;If you want to help, contact &lt;a href="mailto:wendyhanser@yahoo.com"&gt;Wendy Hanser&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Two teams are heading to Cashion this Saturday. Please RSVP if you can help.&amp;nbsp; Also, see end of email for prayer needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Team One- Cashion Donation Site MOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We need lots of hands to help move all the donations to a new location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Where: Cashion High School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;When: 8 a.m.-12 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sorting help is still needed prior to Saturday if you are able to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Team Two-- Debris Clean-Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Clean up continues at the home sites on Cottonwood Hills Road. We have just learned of an older gentleman who lives adjacent to this area that has not had any clean up assistance yet. We would love to have enough people to continue helping on the home site from last week and to start on this gentleman's yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Where: Crossings Community Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;When:&amp;nbsp; 7 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Bring gloves, wheelbarrow, small tools, sunscreen, bug spray, water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prayer Needs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Many of the families affected by the tornadoes in May have had long-standing struggles with poverty and other related issues long before the tornadoes destroyed their homes. As a core of interested individuals is developing to assist these families, it is clear that building relationships that endure past this disaster will have the most powerful affect upon these families.&amp;nbsp; Please pray for the following needs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;1. The ministry of Krista and Mitch Houston, who are in a community missions role in Cashion and have a vision for long-term ministry there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;2. Brett and Gigi Burk, who are neighbors providing primary emotional support to many of the families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;3. One of the women in the area has just been diagnosed with ovarian cancer and is not seeking treatment due to a lack of insurance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;4. One recent high school graduate has the opportunity to be the first in her family&amp;nbsp; to attend college but currently does not have a car to commute to classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;5. One young woman just gave birth to a baby with a double cleft palate. Surgery has been done and the baby has been released from the hospital but the mom has nowhere to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;6. Financial resources are needed for each family to restore electricity ($700 per hook up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;7. Many families are in need of cars to replaced those destroyed in the storms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;8. Financial resources and equipment&amp;nbsp;are needed to remove the storm debris.&amp;nbsp; This will cost tens of&amp;nbsp;thousands of dollars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We haven't heard a lot about these needs, but they are needs none-the-less. Please pray and help as you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #0060bf; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-2835572473233534234?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/2835572473233534234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=2835572473233534234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/2835572473233534234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/2835572473233534234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/06/have-you-heard-of-needs-in-cashion.html' title='Have you heard of the needs in Cashion?'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-2940998856301072609</id><published>2011-06-13T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T14:33:23.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Mondays resemble....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1W1uv3FrvLY/TfZl3YnuLZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WP8FhbYdPYs/s1600/quick-digesting+Gink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1W1uv3FrvLY/TfZl3YnuLZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WP8FhbYdPYs/s320/quick-digesting+Gink.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-2940998856301072609?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/2940998856301072609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=2940998856301072609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/2940998856301072609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/2940998856301072609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-mondays-resemble.html' title='Sometimes Mondays resemble....'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1W1uv3FrvLY/TfZl3YnuLZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WP8FhbYdPYs/s72-c/quick-digesting+Gink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-2470883894622165474</id><published>2011-06-08T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T11:35:12.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iw8Z5pmJe7Y/Te-jQ-27e3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/pLWhNJWTg1Y/s1600/9to5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iw8Z5pmJe7Y/Te-jQ-27e3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/pLWhNJWTg1Y/s320/9to5.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celebrityattractions.com/ShowInfo/showInfoDefault.asp?show=129&amp;amp;showname=9%20TO%205:%20THE%20MUSICAL"&gt;Get Your Tickets Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to see the Celebrity Attractions production of &amp;nbsp;9 to 5 last night at the Civic Center Music Hall. I must tell you before I begin my review, I LOVE Dolly Parton. Her music, her spirit, her movies, even her hair!! She is the embodiment of joy to me, she just makes me smile. Anyhoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won tickets on Twitter from Celebrity Attractions and I was thrilled! So I took my good friend, Barb, and we got our Dolly on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is fast moving and so much fun! The sets are amazing, always moving and changing. The three leading ladies, Dee Hoty, Mamie Parris and Diana DeGarmo are wonderful, engaging and provide strong, funny performances throughout the production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USFc-I9pim4/Te-kKuBzCcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Hqoo-fP94p0/s1600/9to5too.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USFc-I9pim4/Te-kKuBzCcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Hqoo-fP94p0/s1600/9to5too.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cast of the National Touring Production of&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;9 to 5: The Musical.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Photo credit: Joan Marcus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen a show recently or even if you have, you should go see this one. Lots of laughs, lots of great music and a terrific cast of talented performers. It'll make you forget you have to work 9 to 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-2470883894622165474?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/2470883894622165474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=2470883894622165474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/2470883894622165474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/2470883894622165474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/06/working-9-to-5-what-way-to-make-livin.html' title='Working 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin&apos;....'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iw8Z5pmJe7Y/Te-jQ-27e3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/pLWhNJWTg1Y/s72-c/9to5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-7348587869974423072</id><published>2011-06-06T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:58:20.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trouble with Bees</title><content type='html'>So we've probably all heard about the studies done on &lt;a href="http://www.ars.usda.gov/research/projects_programs.htm?modecode=64-13-30-00"&gt;honey bees&lt;/a&gt;. If not, you can google it, there's a lot of info out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5psXQANZCcU/Te0Ul4mHReI/AAAAAAAAAhA/16_csJXUiOI/s1600/honeybee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5psXQANZCcU/Te0Ul4mHReI/AAAAAAAAAhA/16_csJXUiOI/s320/honeybee.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with bees is they are mobile. They fly. When their hive gets crowded, they swarm in search of a new home. Like the knot hole of our Maple tree. Yep, we've got bees in our trees. (OK, just one tree but that doesn't rhyme.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't home when they swarmed, but our neighbor witnessed it. It didn't take them long to inhabit our tree though and now we're stuck.&amp;nbsp;You see, if we could have called a bee keeper when they were swarming, they would have gladly come to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQ5UCOle1SE/Te0VK3J42zI/AAAAAAAAAhE/3d_RGSB1keo/s1600/bee-swarm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQ5UCOle1SE/Te0VK3J42zI/AAAAAAAAAhE/3d_RGSB1keo/s320/bee-swarm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swarming bees = good bees to capture and relocate.&lt;br /&gt;Happy bees building a hive in a tree = no one wants them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to dangerous, difficult, time-consuming, yadayadayada....to deal with them once they are established.&amp;nbsp;So our options....cut the tree down or kill the bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say it, but bye-bye bees. I love my tree and honestly, if the neighbor behind us weren't so concerned for his son and wife (both highly allergic) we'd let them stay. They are happy bees. They are high enough up in the tree they don't mess with anyone, but the liability of what might happen/could happen means the bees have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Services pending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-7348587869974423072?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/7348587869974423072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=7348587869974423072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7348587869974423072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7348587869974423072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/06/trouble-with-bees.html' title='The Trouble with Bees'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5psXQANZCcU/Te0Ul4mHReI/AAAAAAAAAhA/16_csJXUiOI/s72-c/honeybee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-1643907355131069427</id><published>2011-05-31T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:22:19.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;A lesson that should be taught in all schools and remembered in life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back in September, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, a social studies school teacher at Robinson High School, did something not to be forgotten. On the first day of school, with the permission of the school superintendent, the principal and the building supervisor, she removed all of the desks out of her classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When the first period kids entered the room they discovered that there were no desks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;'Ms.. Cothren, where're our desks?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;She replied, 'You can't have a desk until you tell me how you earn the right to sit at a desk.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;They thought, 'Well, maybe it's our grades.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;'No,' she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;'Maybe it's our behavior.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;She told them, 'No, it's not even your behavior.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And so, they came and went, the first period, second period, third period. Still no desks in the classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;By early afternoon television news crews had started gathering in Ms.Cothren's classroom to report about this crazy teacher who had taken all the desks out of her room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The final period of the day came and as the puzzled students found seats on the floor of the deskless classroom, Martha Cothren said, 'Throughout the day no one has been able to tell me just what he/she has done to earn the right to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this classroom. Now I am going to tell you.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;At this point, Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom and opened it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Twenty-seven (27) War Veterans, all in uniforms, walked into that classroom, each one carrying a school desk. The Vets began placing the school desks in rows, and then they would walk over and stand alongside the wall... By the time the last soldier had set the final desk in place those kids started to understand, perhaps for the first time in their lives, just how the right to sit at those desks had been earned..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Martha said, 'You didn't earn the right to sit at these desks. These heroes did it for you. They placed the desks here for you. Now, it's up to you to sit in them. It is your responsibility to learn, to be good students, to be good citizens. They paid the price so that you could have the freedom to get an education.&amp;nbsp;Don't ever forget it.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;By the way, this is a&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/glurge/nodesks.asp"&gt; true story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-1643907355131069427?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/1643907355131069427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=1643907355131069427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1643907355131069427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1643907355131069427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/05/desks.html' title='Desks'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-4992429276581099066</id><published>2011-05-29T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T18:51:05.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>To all the men and women who have served to protect our country and our freedom, thank you. We remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-4992429276581099066?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/4992429276581099066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=4992429276581099066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4992429276581099066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4992429276581099066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-7393026236464729665</id><published>2011-05-27T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:37:04.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, What a Week</title><content type='html'>This week has been a bad country and western song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The storms hit Joplin and nothing remains,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The storms hit Oklahoma and lots got hurt,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friends are divorcing and cheating and dying,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a baby was born and the dog died.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone would actually record this, but it keeps playing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a heart heavy week. I'm thankful for a 3 day weekend to rest, renew, pray and see the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Thanking God his mercies are new every morning, we've needed them now especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help if you can, pray regardless and remember, this week some lives changed forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-7393026236464729665?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/7393026236464729665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=7393026236464729665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7393026236464729665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7393026236464729665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/05/wow-what-week.html' title='Wow, What a Week'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5020233540830045589</id><published>2011-05-26T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T10:33:24.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Time</title><content type='html'>I love doing art in a communal setting. I'm a hippie at heart. The energy and encouragement is awesome but the learning and stretching is my favorite. Seeing what ideas others have, how they implement them, and what we can discover together is just the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a guinea pig last night for a test class for a friend. She's a talented artist and last night I discovered, a great teacher as well. I'll be a guinea pig for her anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked in wax collage. &lt;a href="http://pashnada.blogspot.com/2011/05/guinea-pigs.html"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt; and take her class, you'll have a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sherry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5020233540830045589?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5020233540830045589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5020233540830045589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5020233540830045589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5020233540830045589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/05/creative-time.html' title='Creative Time'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-4501300538073697287</id><published>2011-05-19T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T15:59:31.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help a Non-Profit Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZZtQ-UKey8/TdWEZcGWk0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/DdVT4mmpDbQ/s1600/1ESOK-BFTP-Awesome80s-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZZtQ-UKey8/TdWEZcGWk0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/DdVT4mmpDbQ/s320/1ESOK-BFTP-Awesome80s-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worked for non-profits for years and the one thing they all have in common is needing funds. Whether that be through an individual donor, a corporation or through a fund-raising activity, the work is to ask...plead....beg...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard a story about an Executive Director who would go to the house of a large donor each year for tea and a donation. At the end of the tea, the donor would throw the check on the floor and watch as the ED bent over to pick it up. He did it every year because he knew what was at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working with &lt;a href="http://ok.easterseals.com/site/PageServer?pagename=OKDR_homepage"&gt;Easter Seals of Oklahoma&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on an event they are having in June. You can learn more about it &lt;a href="http://eastersealsok.org/bftp/Blast_From_the_Past_2011/Home.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. (buy some tickets while you're there :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we need help. We need YOUR help. We need auction items, gift cards, and honestly, butts in seats.&lt;br /&gt;It will be a great party, lots of fun, and for an amazing cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you consider grabbing some of your friends and spending a night on the town to benefit others?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you would like to donate something, please let me know by leaving a comment. I'll even pick it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-4501300538073697287?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/4501300538073697287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=4501300538073697287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4501300538073697287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4501300538073697287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/05/help-non-profit-out.html' title='Help a Non-Profit Out'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZZtQ-UKey8/TdWEZcGWk0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/DdVT4mmpDbQ/s72-c/1ESOK-BFTP-Awesome80s-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-7533904569816695585</id><published>2011-05-18T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:45:24.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs I like</title><content type='html'>Just because I thought you might enjoy them, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designcrushblog.com/"&gt;Design Crush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goodgriefgirdie.typepad.com/"&gt;Good Grief Girdie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recyclart.org/"&gt;Recyclart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notmartha.org/"&gt;Not Martha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designformankind.com/"&gt;Design for Mankind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So inspiring in different ways...and sometimes, they even give away great stuff!! Check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-7533904569816695585?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/7533904569816695585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=7533904569816695585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7533904569816695585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7533904569816695585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/05/blogs-i-like.html' title='Blogs I like'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-986480773531051370</id><published>2011-05-17T10:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T10:49:00.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List</title><content type='html'>I've been hearing a lot about bucket lists recently. So I think I'm going to start one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Bucket List&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Nepal and help Rinzi &amp;amp; Nanni Bette (my daughter's in-laws)&lt;br /&gt;Go to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Go to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;Take a cross-country road trip.&lt;br /&gt;Ride with a storm chaser.&lt;br /&gt;Go to NYC and see a Broadway show I love.&lt;br /&gt;Go to Scotland with my husband and buy him a kilt in his family's tartan.&lt;br /&gt;Take my kids and grandkids (someday) to Disney World as a family.&lt;br /&gt;Perform in a musical.&lt;br /&gt;Write a book.&lt;br /&gt;Ride the train to Ft. Worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm noticing there is a lot of going on my list. I LIKE it!! It's even better when you include friends. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-986480773531051370?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/986480773531051370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=986480773531051370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/986480773531051370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/986480773531051370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/05/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-6506133006915683926</id><published>2011-05-12T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:48:21.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers!</title><content type='html'>I love these! I will be making some soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UyNOA9J1yJY/Tcw_H_i6zYI/AAAAAAAAAg0/v3ZUUse4IdE/s1600/dahlia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UyNOA9J1yJY/Tcw_H_i6zYI/AAAAAAAAAg0/v3ZUUse4IdE/s320/dahlia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.notmartha.org/archives/2010/04/23/a-flower-pin-for-you-favorite-mom/"&gt;not martha&lt;/a&gt; for the inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-6506133006915683926?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/6506133006915683926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=6506133006915683926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/6506133006915683926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/6506133006915683926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/05/flowers.html' title='Flowers!'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UyNOA9J1yJY/Tcw_H_i6zYI/AAAAAAAAAg0/v3ZUUse4IdE/s72-c/dahlia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-6948322258773185386</id><published>2011-05-10T11:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T11:58:57.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3c605b; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rain&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;by Shel Silverstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;I opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And looked up at the rain,&lt;br /&gt;And it dripped in my head&lt;br /&gt;And flowed into my brain,&lt;br /&gt;And all that I hear as I lie in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step very softly,&lt;br /&gt;I walk very slow,&lt;br /&gt;I can't do a handstand--&lt;br /&gt;I might overflow,&lt;br /&gt;So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;peace. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-6948322258773185386?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/6948322258773185386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=6948322258773185386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/6948322258773185386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/6948322258773185386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/05/some-days.html' title='Some Days....'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5316558034787243384</id><published>2011-05-02T15:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:38:29.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts today</title><content type='html'>I was initially excited to hear the news that Osama bin Laden was dead. He could no longer reign in terror on this earth. He could no longer kill in the name of his god. He could no longer put our service men and women in harm's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the tail of that thought also came the thought of God's grief for him. Osama lived pursuing a god that would reward him in death if he did all the right things. He did not know God who had already given his Son as a sacrifice for Osama's life. He did not know God who loves us so much that while we were yet sinners, He made the ultimate sacrifice for us. Osama followed all of his god's rules and yet, he is now with his god separated for eternity from the one, true God and his great love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is glad and my heart is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5316558034787243384?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5316558034787243384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5316558034787243384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5316558034787243384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5316558034787243384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-thoughts-today.html' title='my thoughts today'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-1966738348454866876</id><published>2011-04-13T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:19:59.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescued!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LNbzC-yZqN4/TaX23GdmsxI/AAAAAAAAAgo/vRmN6rz0QbY/s1600/dexter+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LNbzC-yZqN4/TaX23GdmsxI/AAAAAAAAAgo/vRmN6rz0QbY/s200/dexter+4.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9-ChHvHsFfQ/TaX2-Ge5ETI/AAAAAAAAAgw/r7XqgAEyDz8/s1600/dexter+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9-ChHvHsFfQ/TaX2-Ge5ETI/AAAAAAAAAgw/r7XqgAEyDz8/s200/dexter+3.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3tdOIrxP-S0/TaX26TEJKqI/AAAAAAAAAgs/p5UloqA28r8/s1600/dexter+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3tdOIrxP-S0/TaX26TEJKqI/AAAAAAAAAgs/p5UloqA28r8/s200/dexter+2.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you haven't heard our news, we are now the proud family of a rescued pooch named Dexter. We think he's a Chiweenie, he's very sweet and we couldn't be more happy with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was found at a grocery store on a busy street and although he had a flea collar on, he had no other identification. After days on Craig's list, facebook, twitter and other spots, no calls. We know this little guy was someone's pet, he's too good. But no contact...so he's a member of our family now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite an adjustment going &amp;nbsp;from our first dog, Suki, 100 pound akita to Dexter. He's tiny!! Maybe 5 pounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and&amp;nbsp;he's a boy. An un-neutered boy. And that has provided some consternation and some hilarious laughter! We'll be changing this state for him next Tuesday. Along with shots and a microchip. He's a fast little booger and we don't want to lose him like his first family did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, an easy transition. If you want to meet him, I recommend post-surgery...he's a little extra-friendly right now. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the PSA part of the post...Have your animals spayed/neutered and please, get them microchipped. If you need financial help with these services, go &lt;a href="http://www.okhumaneplace.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-1966738348454866876?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/1966738348454866876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=1966738348454866876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1966738348454866876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1966738348454866876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/04/rescued.html' title='Rescued!'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LNbzC-yZqN4/TaX23GdmsxI/AAAAAAAAAgo/vRmN6rz0QbY/s72-c/dexter+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-2340495651219186463</id><published>2011-04-06T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:05:09.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You are You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9H2Ww91lcc/TZy5UJAkbyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/gFUIowNsbO8/s1600/abheart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9H2Ww91lcc/TZy5UJAkbyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/gFUIowNsbO8/s1600/abheart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is more Youer than You.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart," says the Lord. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God &amp;nbsp;(Jeremiah 1:5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loved, be you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-2340495651219186463?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/2340495651219186463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=2340495651219186463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/2340495651219186463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/2340495651219186463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-are-you.html' title='You are You'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9H2Ww91lcc/TZy5UJAkbyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/gFUIowNsbO8/s72-c/abheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-2751931621455227754</id><published>2011-04-04T15:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T15:14:57.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever prayed a prayer and kind of ducked? You know, the kind of prayers that you're pretty sure, tentatively...that you want God to answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been praying one recently. And you know what, the more I pray it, the more I really do want God to answer. I'm approaching this new way of living with confidence in His goodness and absolute love for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Want to know what I've been praying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 139:23-24&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Search me, O God, and know my heart!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Try me and know my thoughts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;And see if there be any grievous way in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;lead me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;the way everlasting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love Psalm 139. I have often put my name in there like God was speaking directly to me. Which he is...and to you. Let this wash over you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;139:1 O Lord, you have searched me and known me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2 You know when I sit down and when I rise up;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;you discern my thoughts from afar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;3 You search out my path and my lying down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and are acquainted with all my ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;4 Even before a word is on my tongue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;5 You hem me in, behind and before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and lay your hand upon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;it is high; I cannot attain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;7 Where shall I go from your Spirit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Or where shall I flee from your presence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;8 If I ascend to heaven, you are there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;9 If I take the wings of the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;10 even there your hand shall lead me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and your right hand shall hold me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and the light about me be night,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;12 even the darkness is not dark to you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;the night is bright as the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;for darkness is as light with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;13 For you formed my inward parts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;you knitted me together in my mother's womb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Wonderful are your works;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;my soul knows it very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;15 My frame was not hidden from you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;when I was being made in secret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;intricately woven in the depths of the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;in your book were written, every one of them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;the days that were formed for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;when as yet there was none of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How vast is the sum of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;18 If I would count them, they are more than the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I awake, and I am still with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;19 Oh that you would slay the wicked, O God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O men of blood, depart from me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;20 They speak against you with malicious intent;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;your enemies take your name in vain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;21 Do I not hate those who hate you, O Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And do I not loathe those who rise up against you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;22 I hate them with complete hatred;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I count them my enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;23 Search me, O God, and know my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Try me and know my thoughts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;24 And see if there be any grievous way in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and lead me in the way everlasting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="line-group" id="p19139023.01-1" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-left: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-2751931621455227754?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/2751931621455227754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=2751931621455227754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/2751931621455227754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/2751931621455227754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/04/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-1026784515675738025</id><published>2011-03-30T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T12:18:59.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-olzfUTpyGro/TZNleTb6k9I/AAAAAAAAAgY/MhLaCBLPobU/s1600/musnts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-olzfUTpyGro/TZNleTb6k9I/AAAAAAAAAgY/MhLaCBLPobU/s320/musnts.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anything can be. I want to live believing this is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Matthew 19:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-1026784515675738025?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/1026784515675738025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=1026784515675738025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1026784515675738025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1026784515675738025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/03/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-olzfUTpyGro/TZNleTb6k9I/AAAAAAAAAgY/MhLaCBLPobU/s72-c/musnts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5495775214120959196</id><published>2011-03-29T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T13:17:07.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Managing Change</title><content type='html'>I actually enjoy change. I know weird, right? I don't like being stuck in rut. From my furniture to my hair color (of course, it's natural!!) change is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is why I enjoy managing projects so much. You dream, create, start, work on it and finish it. Then you get to do something else. It's a lot like art and you know how I feel about art. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your cheese hasn't moved lately, move it!! Throw those tennis shoes around your neck and look forward. You'll enjoy it, I promise. (and if you have no idea what I'm talking about, click &lt;a href="http://www.whomovedmycheese.com/BooksBySpencerJohnson.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I have the book, you can borrow it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5495775214120959196?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5495775214120959196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5495775214120959196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5495775214120959196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5495775214120959196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/03/managing-change.html' title='Managing Change'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-8061645153547360058</id><published>2011-03-28T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:13:01.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ART</title><content type='html'>This weekend we ripped out carpet, tack strips and carpet pad. We bought tile, grout, thinset, and 2 new toilets. Next weekend, down comes the wainscoting and up goes texture and paint. The next weekend, down goes the tile and new toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does any of this have to do with art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothing and everything!! It won't hang on my wall or grace a gallery, but I absolutely love the process of color and texture and choice involved with changing things in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get some pictures and share. I promise. Thanks to good friends, the labor will be free! Allowed for the cost of the travertine...I love travertine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once this round of house happenings is done, I'm looking forward to some studio time...and family time...and a Passover Seder or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-8061645153547360058?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/8061645153547360058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=8061645153547360058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8061645153547360058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8061645153547360058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/03/art.html' title='ART'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-8918412021131506021</id><published>2011-03-11T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T11:16:28.711-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Praying for Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Psalm 46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="line-group" id="p19046001.18-1" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-left: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="chapter-num" id="v19046001-1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; padding-right: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;God is our refuge and strength,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a very present&lt;span class="footnote" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; padding-left: 0em; padding-right: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;help in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19046002-1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0.15em; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19046003-1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0.15em; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;though its waters roar and foam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;though the mountains tremble at its swelling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="selah" style="font-style: italic; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="line-group" id="p19046004.01-1" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-left: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19046004-1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0.15em; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;4&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the holy habitation of the Most High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19046005-1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0.15em; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;5&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God will help her when morning dawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19046006-1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0.15em; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;6&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The nations rage, the kingdoms totter;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he utters his voice, the earth melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19046007-1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0.15em; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;7&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;of hosts is with us;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the God of Jacob is our fortress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="selah" style="font-style: italic; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="line-group" id="p19046008.01-1" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-left: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19046008-1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0.15em; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;8&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Come, behold the works of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how he has brought desolations on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19046009-1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0.15em; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;9&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;He makes wars cease to the end of the earth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he breaks the bow and shatters the spear;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he burns the chariots with fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19046010-1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0.15em; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;10&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“Be still, and know that I am God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will be exalted among the nations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will be exalted in the earth!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19046011-1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0.15em; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;11&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;of hosts is with us;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent" style="padding-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the God of Jacob is our fortress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="selah" style="font-style: italic; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="line-group" id="p19046008.01-1" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-left: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="selah" style="font-style: italic; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="line-group" id="p19046008.01-1" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-left: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="selah" style="font-style: italic; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="line-group" id="p19046008.01-1" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px; margin-left: 0px; padding-left: 2.5em; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="selah" style="margin-left: 1em;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="selah" style="font-style: italic; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-8918412021131506021?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/8918412021131506021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=8918412021131506021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8918412021131506021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8918412021131506021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/03/praying-for-japan.html' title='Praying for Japan'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5349067142614019707</id><published>2011-03-02T13:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:27:48.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rnAddK4T0r0/TW6aGoDQDMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/oh-69-TuGy0/s1600/seuss+stamp.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rnAddK4T0r0/TW6aGoDQDMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/oh-69-TuGy0/s1600/seuss+stamp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In his honor, here are few of my favorite quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5349067142614019707?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5349067142614019707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5349067142614019707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5349067142614019707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5349067142614019707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-dr-seuss.html' title='Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss!'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rnAddK4T0r0/TW6aGoDQDMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/oh-69-TuGy0/s72-c/seuss+stamp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-7288228683771905774</id><published>2011-03-01T14:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T14:47:51.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I end every post with this word, peace. I saw this &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/hub/How-to-say-Peace-in-100-languages"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;today and just couldn't resist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hluvccjmRUA/TW1bSa0f6OI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8wHoaCJKy-s/s1600/peace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hluvccjmRUA/TW1bSa0f6OI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8wHoaCJKy-s/s320/peace.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-7288228683771905774?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/7288228683771905774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=7288228683771905774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7288228683771905774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7288228683771905774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/03/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hluvccjmRUA/TW1bSa0f6OI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8wHoaCJKy-s/s72-c/peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-3897457512896009546</id><published>2011-02-28T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T15:26:04.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Journey</title><content type='html'>God has had me on quite a journey recently. A new friend shared this with me and I love the picture it puts in my head. I hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZAilUJjFTs/TWwR0QA65GI/AAAAAAAAAgI/7IjLU8zlC7w/s400/toddler%2Bprincess.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I see, isn't she cute? Found her &lt;a href="http://www.pinkbowtique.com/product_info.php?cPath=173&amp;amp;products_id=1651"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toddler Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; by Catherine Mosier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your toddler princess&lt;br /&gt;running to your court&lt;br /&gt;with abandon and assurance&lt;br /&gt;that you love me with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You stretch your arms to catch me&lt;br /&gt;swing me ‘round with great delight.&lt;br /&gt;We gaze at one another,&lt;br /&gt;in wonder at our mutual sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your toddler princess.&lt;br /&gt;We laugh in fields of green.&lt;br /&gt;You watch over me protectively&lt;br /&gt;and murmur healing to wounds unseen.&lt;br /&gt;You place me on your shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;and I exult in my new height.&lt;br /&gt;If I run too far You catch me&lt;br /&gt;And my squirming hand is held tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your toddler princess,&lt;br /&gt;dancing before you in new clothes&lt;br /&gt;that your purchased at great peril&lt;br /&gt;but gave to me for my repose.&lt;br /&gt;With great joy I recompense you&lt;br /&gt;with kisses and with love&lt;br /&gt;that you receive as though I&lt;br /&gt;brought you the stars from up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your toddler princess.&lt;br /&gt;You teach me of your secret ways&lt;br /&gt;walking through majestic gardens&lt;br /&gt;in the early morning haze.&lt;br /&gt;You show me hidden pathways&lt;br /&gt;and the beautiful displays&lt;br /&gt;of bird songs and of perfumes&lt;br /&gt;the whole world brings my Daddy praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your toddler princess.&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will wear a crown.&lt;br /&gt;This curly head will rule with you&lt;br /&gt;in queenly wise renown.&lt;br /&gt;You sing to me sweet lullabies&lt;br /&gt;of blessing and destiny&lt;br /&gt;and tuck me into knowing that&lt;br /&gt;my Daddy is King of kings.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-3897457512896009546?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/3897457512896009546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=3897457512896009546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3897457512896009546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3897457512896009546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-journey.html' title='A New Journey'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZAilUJjFTs/TWwR0QA65GI/AAAAAAAAAgI/7IjLU8zlC7w/s72-c/toddler%2Bprincess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-4135966252658977525</id><published>2011-02-16T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:23:40.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today is my husband's 50th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did this happen? How am I married to a 50 year old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~getting married really young&lt;br /&gt;~having a beautiful baby girl&lt;br /&gt;~watching her grow for a couple of years&lt;br /&gt;~having another beautiful baby girl&lt;br /&gt;~watching them both grow up&lt;br /&gt;~go to school&lt;br /&gt;~graduate&lt;br /&gt;~move out&lt;br /&gt;~first baby girl got married&lt;br /&gt;~second baby girl will all too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, now I remember...while they were growing up, we did too. And I've enjoyed every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for our beautiful life together, I can't wait to see the next 50!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-4135966252658977525?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/4135966252658977525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=4135966252658977525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4135966252658977525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4135966252658977525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/02/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-4001053458229237276</id><published>2011-02-14T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:53:28.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h-rRigqyZOY/TVmHIhgu82I/AAAAAAAAAgA/aQsLUj1QjnM/s1600/vintage_valentine-18.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="389" width="281" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h-rRigqyZOY/TVmHIhgu82I/AAAAAAAAAgA/aQsLUj1QjnM/s400/vintage_valentine-18.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Colossians 3:14 &lt;br /&gt;And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 4:8 &lt;br /&gt;Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 3:16 &lt;br /&gt;This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 3:18 &lt;br /&gt;Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4:8 &lt;br /&gt;Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much says it all. Happy Valentine's Day! You are loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-4001053458229237276?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/4001053458229237276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=4001053458229237276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4001053458229237276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4001053458229237276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h-rRigqyZOY/TVmHIhgu82I/AAAAAAAAAgA/aQsLUj1QjnM/s72-c/vintage_valentine-18.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-6376752935286159886</id><published>2011-02-07T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:34:59.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Juicy</title><content type='html'>So I've begun a new project for someone very dear to me. I am taking pictures, but since it's a gift, I won't post them until next week. I know this is a teaser, but I'm excited to be working on a creative project again and I couldn't wait to tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I can say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Dwayne for the source.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Andrea for the list.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for the creativity. (and maybe the snow day to get some extended work done)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Hobby Lobby for everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designcrushblog.com/2011/02/03/imagenations/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed:+DesignCrush+(Design+Crush)"&gt;Sneak Peek&lt;/a&gt;...kind of, sort of...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-6376752935286159886?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/6376752935286159886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=6376752935286159886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/6376752935286159886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/6376752935286159886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/02/getting-juicy.html' title='Getting Juicy'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-3994491450201881450</id><published>2011-01-31T09:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T09:44:43.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days are here again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TUbY4s2GxtI/AAAAAAAAAf0/B2NsPp2VkBQ/s1600/sock%2Bmonkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" width="333" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TUbY4s2GxtI/AAAAAAAAAf0/B2NsPp2VkBQ/s400/sock%2Bmonkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to be grateful for every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm breathing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing, hearing, feeling and smelling (with my nose!)&lt;br /&gt;I have a great family, great friends, awesome church...and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my focus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness and to walk humbly with your God."  Micah 6:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-3994491450201881450?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/3994491450201881450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=3994491450201881450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3994491450201881450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3994491450201881450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-days-are-here-again.html' title='Happy Days are here again!'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TUbY4s2GxtI/AAAAAAAAAf0/B2NsPp2VkBQ/s72-c/sock%2Bmonkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5279571391564366661</id><published>2011-01-27T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:27:12.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TUHi5c791BI/AAAAAAAAAfs/1D_dHZYm1f4/s1600/scale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" width="249" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TUHi5c791BI/AAAAAAAAAfs/1D_dHZYm1f4/s400/scale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided that if 30% is what is required of my 100% capability, then I'll give 100% to that 30% and everyone will be happy. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have 70% to save right now. Investing in the future. Filling that glass back up to the top! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5279571391564366661?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5279571391564366661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5279571391564366661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5279571391564366661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5279571391564366661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/01/math-problems.html' title='Math Problems'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TUHi5c791BI/AAAAAAAAAfs/1D_dHZYm1f4/s72-c/scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-4727394362660568536</id><published>2011-01-19T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T13:09:32.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My glass is temporarily empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TTc2Xyd5XqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/zYOmhaup1UE/s1600/glasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" width="275" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TTc2Xyd5XqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/zYOmhaup1UE/s400/glasses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found recently that I've had a shortage of ideas. Creative, practical, artistic, fun. It's just been a dry time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of creating before Christmas but I've done nothing since then. Professionally, I took a hard hit in December. My work content, quality and quantity were placed in significant question by my boss. I think it rocked me more than I initially felt. Needless to say, my introspection has been deep. Was his criticism founded? How? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back over last year and I see a great deal accomplished. 4 of 5 major projects completed. The 5th was not because it was taken off the table. These projects were on top of my daily work. So how could I be so lacking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure to be very honest. I have not received any more direction or clarification so the details are out of my reach. I hope this will change, but it is not in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is where my hope comes from. It is not in my hands. Being defensive or hurt only impedes me. Although I have found my confidence shaken, my true creativity bruised, I will not let this momentary trouble steal my joy. I will not stop being and start doing because of one man's opinion. I will not build a defense inside my head or heart. I will seek the Lord, I will listen with my whole heart. I will humble myself in his sight and he will lift me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray with me. This has been a difficult journey and it's not over. But I am sure of this, "He who began a good work in me will be faithful to complete it." Phillipians 1:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hope that one day soon, my creative cup will once again over-flow. Until then, I'm drinking lots of water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-4727394362660568536?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/4727394362660568536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=4727394362660568536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4727394362660568536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4727394362660568536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-glass-is-temporarily-empty.html' title='My glass is temporarily empty'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TTc2Xyd5XqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/zYOmhaup1UE/s72-c/glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5340118349464398228</id><published>2011-01-14T13:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:36:44.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is in the air</title><content type='html'>Last night I fought a mental battle and won. I came home tired, it was cold and all I really wanted to do was be lazy. TV, couch, jammies....ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had promised Adrian we would clean out the pantry and go to the gym. She had pulled everything out before I got home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my internal battle. I was tired, I shouldn't have to do this. I was feeling lazy, I work hard so I deserve my lazy. I hate wearing a bra, sorry...TMI. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had promised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we cleaned out the pantry. And the spice cabinet. And I sat down. Done, right? Nope. I had also promised to go to the gym remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So internal battle begins again. I don't want to, I'm tired, I'm fat, I'm out of shape, what will people think, blah, blah, blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made a grocery list, went to the gym, went to the grocery store, read every label, bought only healthy food. And I came home still tired, but feeling like I could beat this thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be healthy, I can be in better shape, I can be more energized and last night, I proved it to myself. The biggest hurdle of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me, I will win this battle. I will not be the same when I look back from next year's perch. Today, I will eat healthy and I will move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5340118349464398228?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5340118349464398228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5340118349464398228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5340118349464398228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5340118349464398228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/01/change-is-in-air.html' title='Change is in the air'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-9200224834254574425</id><published>2011-01-13T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:14:17.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I've Noticed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TS9qVBMcCtI/AAAAAAAAAfc/7q2YK74xApc/s1600/fit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="132" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TS9qVBMcCtI/AAAAAAAAAfc/7q2YK74xApc/s400/fit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a 3 year old yell at his mother, "SHUT UP". Mom's response, "Your dad will be home soon and I'll tell him how you've behaved. You don't want that do you?" To which he screamed "NO!!" but not in a fearful way, in a you-better-not way. I saw the same boy hit his mom with a toy bat and run away laughing. I saw him throw things, jump on the couch, scream and yell whenever he felt like it, endanger his younger sister because he was completely out of control. And his mom just shook her head saying "I just can't do anything with him" and continue to eat her dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me old fashioned, antiquated, whatever...but I've noticed something. It seems that many parents today are afraid of discipline. Narcissists who are too self-involved or who are afraid that the boundaries they would put up for their children might damage their self-esteem, their sense of self-worth, their aura... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids were never meant to raise themselves. They are brought into this world with parents, people that love them like no other and who have, hopefully, lived longer and grown wiser than their 3 year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids feel safe in boundaries. As they live within them, they have peace and gain the right to be trusted when the boundaries increase. Growing up with a safety net is what a parent is supposed to provide. There are no such things as healthy, free-range children. Fences are good. As your child grows and matures, so does his "range".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the gate will open, the world ahead will open and your child will navigate it well. Self-assured, valued, loved and confident that his tool belt is full of the tools necessary to be a successful adult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, you can let go. But not until, you've got a job to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is a job. It requires commitment, structure and a willingness to sacrifice for the good of your child. If it's nap time, don't drag your kid shopping. If it's dinnertime, feed them. If you don't know what time it is, make a schedule and stick to it. Put their needs ahead of yours but not all their wants. Not everything is instant or immediate. Nor should it be. Is it for you?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a narcissistic society, but that is not a kid-friendly place. Raising kids is like almost everything else, you get out of it what you put into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have questions, watch Super Nanny. Or ask a parent of older children you admire or a mentor. Help is out there, please ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have great compassion for parents who have done their absolute best and still have children who make difficult, painful choices. My heart breaks for you. Please read no condemnation in this post, that is not the intent. My intent is to challenge, encourage, and simply share my observations and advice.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-9200224834254574425?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/9200224834254574425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=9200224834254574425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/9200224834254574425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/9200224834254574425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/01/something-ive-noticed.html' title='Something I&apos;ve Noticed'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TS9qVBMcCtI/AAAAAAAAAfc/7q2YK74xApc/s72-c/fit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-7091456252397657462</id><published>2011-01-04T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T15:29:49.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TSORMmlOdzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/vYt_kE_c--w/s1600/bells_jewelled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TSORMmlOdzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/vYt_kE_c--w/s400/bells_jewelled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year...or at least I hope it will be. I hope for a full, blessed, wonderful year for you. But I know regardless of what comes, God is with you. He loves you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting on it, too.  So 2011, here I come. May even put my bells on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-7091456252397657462?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/7091456252397657462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=7091456252397657462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7091456252397657462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7091456252397657462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TSORMmlOdzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/vYt_kE_c--w/s72-c/bells_jewelled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-4294527229907887029</id><published>2010-12-23T12:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T12:58:13.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rethinking my Nativity</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday our pastor preached on Luke 2. He talked about the timeline things must have actually happened in and it got me to thinking, what should my Nativity contain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my Andrea sent me this &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-12059969"&gt;link.&lt;/a&gt; (you must watch the video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TRObkwc05vI/AAAAAAAAAfI/dT2BTSsVqgs/s1600/spongebob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TRObkwc05vI/AAAAAAAAAfI/dT2BTSsVqgs/s400/spongebob.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure this isn't in the picture, but who knows? I do have odd friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-4294527229907887029?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/4294527229907887029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=4294527229907887029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4294527229907887029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4294527229907887029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/12/rethinking-my-nativity.html' title='Rethinking my Nativity'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TRObkwc05vI/AAAAAAAAAfI/dT2BTSsVqgs/s72-c/spongebob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-1107813497043220125</id><published>2010-12-21T10:49:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:51:52.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pollyanna is back!</title><content type='html'>Maybe not in full force, but Christmas is this week, my whole family will be in my home and we are blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This always help me to remember the reason for the season. Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="530" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3dj9mpBdUAU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3dj9mpBdUAU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="530" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-1107813497043220125?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/1107813497043220125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=1107813497043220125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1107813497043220125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1107813497043220125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/12/pollyanna-is-back.html' title='Pollyanna is back!'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-1716691646374080423</id><published>2010-12-16T13:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:19:16.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Focus</title><content type='html'>OK, so after a couple of hours in my studio and an attitude adjustment, I threw away my snarky pants. It's really about what I'm focusing on, it always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new focus: everything but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works, I promise. Count your blessings, keep a gratitude journal, volunteer, do something for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I made Christmas gifts, sent cards to recovering soldiers, prayed and thanked God for every good thing in my life. Apologized to Him for being selfish and snarky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, I am blessed. I will remember this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you want to include some recovering soldiers in your Christmas card list, send them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;A Recovering American Soldier &lt;br /&gt;c/o Walter Reed Army Medical Center &lt;br /&gt;6900 Georgia Avenue &lt;br /&gt;NW Washington, DC 20307-500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-1716691646374080423?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/1716691646374080423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=1716691646374080423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1716691646374080423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1716691646374080423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-focus.html' title='New Focus'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-4853540438448370811</id><published>2010-12-15T15:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:45:33.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snarky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not sure when this word was invented or if it is even a real word, but sometimes it definitely describes my thoughts and moods. It's those days that I burn out my sarcasm light with so much of it, mostly running through my head. I have to be careful on these snarky days, I could really hurt someone. I've done it before. It hurt me, too. More than I can ever express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There was a young single mom at our church. We were rehearsing for a Christmas program and while taking a break, just goofing around everyone was kind of joking around and she poked a little fun at me. I poked back. She disappeared. Literally, I have never seen her again since that day. My comment was not intended to mortally wound, but even "joking" can cause great pain when it is mixed with sarcasm and truth. I didn't mean it, I wish I could take it back, I wrote her a long letter apologizing, I called and she made her mom talk to me. I groveled to the point that it didn't change anything and to this day, I regret it. I wish I had taken one moment, swished it around and decided to swallow it instead of poking at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proverbs&lt;/b&gt; has a lot to say about the tongue. I've experienced some of these and am striving for some of these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-16738"&gt;12:18&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts,&amp;nbsp;but the tongue of the wise brings&amp;nbsp;healing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-17311"&gt;31:26&amp;nbsp;&lt;/sup&gt;She opens her mouth with wisdom,&amp;nbsp;and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-17008"&gt;21:23&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Whoever keeps his mouth and his tongue&amp;nbsp;keeps himself out of&amp;nbsp;trouble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-16923"&gt;18:21&amp;nbsp;&lt;/sup&gt;Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So even on my snarky days, I hope to be quiet more than anything. Kind of goes back to what I told my kids "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-4853540438448370811?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/4853540438448370811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=4853540438448370811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4853540438448370811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4853540438448370811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/12/snarky.html' title='Snarky'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-7234728933087229143</id><published>2010-12-14T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:44:37.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TQfJFM33cgI/AAAAAAAAAfE/VWbIuZ2adi0/s1600/art-tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TQfJFM33cgI/AAAAAAAAAfE/VWbIuZ2adi0/s320/art-tree.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm looking for some. I know it's around, I've just got to find it. Hasn't been in my office recently, maybe I left in my studio. Probably near the paints. That's where I usually find it. Until then, maybe I'll just sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-7234728933087229143?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/7234728933087229143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=7234728933087229143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7234728933087229143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7234728933087229143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/12/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TQfJFM33cgI/AAAAAAAAAfE/VWbIuZ2adi0/s72-c/art-tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5603716734725163202</id><published>2010-12-13T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T09:38:00.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336699; font-size: small;"&gt;I think of all the Christmas carols I know, I love this one the most. The lines in red remind me of the reasons I celebrate Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336699; font-size: small;"&gt;O Holy Night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;Long lay the world in sin and error pining.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;O night divine, the night when Christ was born;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;In all our trials born to be our friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Truly He taught us to love one another,&lt;br /&gt;His law is love and His gospel is peace.&lt;br /&gt;Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.&lt;br /&gt;And in his name all oppression shall cease.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,&lt;br /&gt;With all our hearts we praise His holy name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Christ is the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt; Then ever, ever praise we,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;His power and glory ever more proclaim!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;His power and glory ever more proclaim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #336699;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5603716734725163202?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5603716734725163202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5603716734725163202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5603716734725163202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5603716734725163202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-872885734289352810</id><published>2010-12-07T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:51:03.132-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Convenient Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TP6rtJ69LZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/V2mzMo8TMVg/s1600/tree.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TP6rtJ69LZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/V2mzMo8TMVg/s320/tree.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this year will look a little different for us. We now have a son-in-law and an out-of-town daughter. We won't have the kind of time with our family that we have always enjoyed. It will be a little more compact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will still have time for our traditions, which after being snowed in last year, we all missed! I am looking forward to sharing those with our family again this &amp;nbsp;year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In years past, I've had all my shopping done by now. But this year hasn't been as convenient. We just celebrated a wedding and the cash-flow at our casa is greatly diminished. We can't just shop, we have to plan. We refuse to create debt, so we have to be creative. This has forced me to really think about the gifts I want to give. And honestly, I've loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at first, it was a challenge. But once I got used to the idea, I began to really assess who I was giving the gift to and what they would enjoy. What would touch them or be useful to them? It has not been convenient. But it has been a gift to me in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's gift of His son was not convenient either. He saw each one of us, lost and hopeless. We were on his mind when he spoke to Mary and Joseph. When the star shone, it glistened in the tear drops on his face. Tears of pain, tears of joy, tears of hope. He shed them for us. And then gave us the greatest gift of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my family and friends, I hope this year, though our gifts to you may be small, you'll understand they contain our hearts and treasure them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-872885734289352810?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/872885734289352810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=872885734289352810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/872885734289352810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/872885734289352810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/12/convenient-christmas.html' title='Convenient Christmas'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TP6rtJ69LZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/V2mzMo8TMVg/s72-c/tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-1477110801754690890</id><published>2010-12-06T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T12:47:27.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed Doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TP0vEo18bII/AAAAAAAAAe4/g_P0MBXx5X4/s1600/closed-door.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TP0vEo18bII/AAAAAAAAAe4/g_P0MBXx5X4/s320/closed-door.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deal with closed doors much differently these days. I see them as a re-direct for my benefit. Kind of like a detour sign. They don't stop me, they just change my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life verse has always been Jeremiah 29:11-14. "For I know the plans I have for you" says the Lord...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a promise of direction to me. He has the plans. Proverbs 19:21 says "Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I move forward, doing my best, making my plans...but when the detour sign is put out, the door is closed, I now choose to heed the warning. I don't stand there bewildered or angry pounding on the door. I've learned to see the closed door as my protection, my direction and I treasure these almost as much (just being honest) as the open ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I'm looking at a closed door. Time to turn and keep moving. There's an open door waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-1477110801754690890?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/1477110801754690890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=1477110801754690890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1477110801754690890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1477110801754690890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/12/closed-doors.html' title='Closed Doors'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TP0vEo18bII/AAAAAAAAAe4/g_P0MBXx5X4/s72-c/closed-door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-7443087556498282946</id><published>2010-11-30T13:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:50:44.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about context</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpiIWMWWVco?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpiIWMWWVco?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've figured out that the time has come. Some of my frames of reference are just outdated. I made a funny (cracked me up) yesterday and all I heard was crickets. It WAS funny...for those of us who lived through the 70's. Unfortunately, the recipient of my gift of humor wasn't born until 1984. ::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all about context. I had a college professor who always said "Text without Context is Pretext". He was referring to the appropriate application of scripture, but it is true in communication in general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Context by definition is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the parts of a piece of writing, speech, etc., that precede and follow a word or passage and contribute to its full meaning&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="illustration"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #226699;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it is unfair to quote out of context&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="illustration"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #226699;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;the conditions and circumstances that are relevant to an event, fact, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;In other words, if you don't know where I'm coming from, you probably won't understand what I'm talking about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Think of how often in life this could apply. We tell toddlers to use their words instead of grunting, motioning, whining etc. But how often as adults do we forget to use our words? We assume others know our context and we communicate at them, not to them. I am guilty. Especially with my husband sometimes. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So here is my goal. To be sure to adequately communicate not only my immediate concern, but the surrounding context so that the goal of truly communicating can be achieved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Besides, that way when I'm being funny, you'll laugh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-7443087556498282946?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/7443087556498282946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=7443087556498282946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7443087556498282946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7443087556498282946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-all-about-context.html' title='It&apos;s all about context'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-8050749506072222929</id><published>2010-11-29T14:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:24:45.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TPQL1zq-2fI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6FL_P4Na2Pc/s1600/clock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TPQL1zq-2fI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6FL_P4Na2Pc/s200/clock.jpg" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been quite a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago yesterday, my dad passed away.&lt;br /&gt;One year ago in December, my older daughter graduated from college.&lt;br /&gt;One year ago in January, same daughter moved to Texas.&lt;br /&gt;One year ago in February, younger daughter moved home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within this last year, we've seen blizzards, ice storms, tornadoes, killer hail, heat waves, floods and the most beautiful fall weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched my daughter get married. I've welcomed a son-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye to my dog Suki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just never know what a day will bring, much less a year. What am I doing with today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-8050749506072222929?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/8050749506072222929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=8050749506072222929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8050749506072222929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8050749506072222929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TPQL1zq-2fI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6FL_P4Na2Pc/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5276225310020744505</id><published>2010-11-23T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:23:46.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ThankFULL!</title><content type='html'>We're doing something different this year. We're spending Thanksgiving with friends. Dear friends. The kind of friends who make you laugh so hard your side aches and you better not have a mouth full of tea. The kind of friends who love you. Year round, every day, every hour kind of friends. Reminds me of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For all the Blessings of the Year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For all the blessings of the year,&lt;br /&gt;For all the friends we hold so dear,&lt;br /&gt;For peace on earth, both far and near,&lt;br /&gt;We thank Thee, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For life and health, those common things,&lt;br /&gt;Which every day and hour brings,&lt;br /&gt;For home, where our affection clings,&lt;br /&gt;We thank Thee, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love of Thine, which never tires,&lt;br /&gt;Which all our better thought inspires,&lt;br /&gt;And warms our lives with heavenly fires,&lt;br /&gt;We thank Thee, Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thankful for my family and the precious gift they are to me every day. I hope your Thanksgiving Day is full of joy and thankfulness. One day to celebrate God's year-round and eternal gifts to each of us. Happy Thanksgiving!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5276225310020744505?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5276225310020744505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5276225310020744505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5276225310020744505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5276225310020744505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankfull.html' title='ThankFULL!'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-926013183287594380</id><published>2010-11-19T11:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T11:47:01.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin' It Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TOa0rKmjduI/AAAAAAAAAes/Rq4EVwZwn2o/s1600/IMG_1975%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TOa0rKmjduI/AAAAAAAAAes/Rq4EVwZwn2o/s1600/IMG_1975%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TOa0rKmjduI/AAAAAAAAAes/Rq4EVwZwn2o/s1600/IMG_1975%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TOa0rKmjduI/AAAAAAAAAes/Rq4EVwZwn2o/s200/IMG_1975%255B1%255D.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TOa0rKmjduI/AAAAAAAAAes/Rq4EVwZwn2o/s1600/IMG_1975%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TOa01ptxvNI/AAAAAAAAAew/JnpCPoGcIqI/s1600/IMG_1976%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TOa01ptxvNI/AAAAAAAAAew/JnpCPoGcIqI/s200/IMG_1976%255B1%255D.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1057523654"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;I've kept this guy in my office for many years now. Being in communications, marketing and PR, it's important to keep track of what you say and how you say it. This simple toy is a great reminder to me of that very fact.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;You see, I was walking in Target one day and saw him.&amp;nbsp;Spider Man&amp;nbsp;was out in the theaters and he was cute. But when I saw the "but wait, there's more" box on the lower left corner, I had to have him. Does it really include Peter Parker Parts? What parts would those be exactly? Really Playskool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;To be honest, I've never opened the box. The ideas in my head are so much funnier than the reality, I don't want to burst my own balloon. But it was a good reminder to be careful of what I say and how I represent&amp;nbsp;things. Just because it makes sense to me, doesn't mean it will to someone else. I think the church falls into this trap. We speak Christianeze. To those of us who are churched, it makes perfect sense. Trying to talk to someone who is not, confuses them and makes them feel like they aren't in the club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;So my encouragement from this Spider Spud is to keep it real. Don't make promises you can't keep and don't use language to impress. If communication is the goal, make it universal. Don't include "parts" you can't deliver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-926013183287594380?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/926013183287594380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=926013183287594380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/926013183287594380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/926013183287594380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/11/keepin-it-real.html' title='Keepin&apos; It Real'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TOa0rKmjduI/AAAAAAAAAes/Rq4EVwZwn2o/s72-c/IMG_1975%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5555863713930476666</id><published>2010-11-17T14:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T14:08:26.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost spilled the beans but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TOQyn7TCbVI/AAAAAAAAAek/C3cFVPlG5kE/s1600/cmp-peach.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TOQyn7TCbVI/AAAAAAAAAek/C3cFVPlG5kE/s1600/cmp-peach.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TOQyp6e3v8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/TJ6MV_lLrBE/s1600/cmp-pink.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TOQyp6e3v8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/TJ6MV_lLrBE/s1600/cmp-pink.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #e31836; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;CARMEX MOISTURE PLUS™ TINT (SHEER PEACH) &amp;nbsp;and &amp;nbsp;CARMEX MOISTURE PLUS™ TINT (SHEER PINK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #e31836; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmex has added these lovely, tinted lip goodies to their line and I really do love them! I'm not a lipstick wearer, at all. I hate it really. I have pinkish lips so I don't need goo. But they do get chapped and I do need moisture. This is the best of both for me. I get moisture and a little tint of color and shine. TahDah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost spilled the beans when I was telling you about the lotions, I just get so excited. &amp;nbsp;Carmex sent me these lovely products I've showed you in my &lt;a href="http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-stuff.html"&gt;goodie bag&lt;/a&gt;. They even let me give a whole goodie bag away. Well, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have the products above as well and I have some for you, too!! Carmex is awesome and gave them to me to pass on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just leave a comment on this post before November 24th, and if I pick your name out of the hat, you'll have fabu lips like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to wait, don't want to comment and you've got money to burn, you can buy these for yourself at Walgreens or Walgreens.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time for the winter! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5555863713930476666?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5555863713930476666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5555863713930476666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5555863713930476666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5555863713930476666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/11/almost-spilled-beans-but.html' title='Almost spilled the beans but...'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TOQyn7TCbVI/AAAAAAAAAek/C3cFVPlG5kE/s72-c/cmp-peach.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-7473432610263337073</id><published>2010-11-12T09:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:25:01.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm HOOKED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hyCIpKAIFyo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hyCIpKAIFyo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond cool! Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.animusic.com/"&gt;Animusic&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and here's their &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/animusicllc?blend=1&amp;amp;ob=4"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-7473432610263337073?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/7473432610263337073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=7473432610263337073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7473432610263337073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7473432610263337073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-hooked.html' title='I&apos;m HOOKED!!'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5278251912907213863</id><published>2010-11-11T08:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T09:55:48.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Transmedia Storyteller</title><content type='html'>So a Twitter friend, whom I've met in real life, threw this out the other day and I was intrigued. In my own uniquely astounding way I even responded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His tweet -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TNv9hMg4T8I/AAAAAAAAAec/1pFL7N55qWc/s1600/tweet1+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="55" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TNv9hMg4T8I/AAAAAAAAAec/1pFL7N55qWc/s320/tweet1+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TNv-3ihFhVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/gRHOubZ5C1Q/s1600/tweet2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="42" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TNv-3ihFhVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/gRHOubZ5C1Q/s320/tweet2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and mine - &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know. But it was intriguing. I thought I had an idea of what he was talking about, but I started researching.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is the &lt;a href="http://www.steverubel.com/the-rise-of-the-corporate-transmedia-storytel"&gt;original link&lt;/a&gt; sent out in the first tweet. But after some research, I also found this &lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/ZenFilms/transmedia-storyteller-3981072"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;...and this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transmedia_storytelling"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and thousands (ok, maybe hundreds) of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Basically, it's the ability to create content across multiple media platforms that tell a cohesive, continuing story about one thing. It is the out-of-the box thinking mixed with creativity but firmly rooted in a single purpose. Brilliant!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's the good news, I know what I want to be when I grow up. For those of you who know me, yes, I said grow up!! Ok, so maybe I won't grow up completely, but this career path excites me. The principles are applicable for any marketing position, pr position, communications position, and the possibilities are endless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Imagine your next obligatory Christmas Family Update letter using this train of thought. How much fun could that be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Imagine political candidates employing these methods to get their messages across instead of bombarding us with direct mail, robo-calls and TV ads only?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The absolute beauty, many of these medias are free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I could go on and on, but I won't...for now. Look into it, you may be as excited as I am!! If you need another reason, watch and see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D3qltEtl7H8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D3qltEtl7H8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="440" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;peace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5278251912907213863?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5278251912907213863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5278251912907213863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5278251912907213863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5278251912907213863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/11/transmedia-storyteller.html' title='Transmedia Storyteller'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TNv9hMg4T8I/AAAAAAAAAec/1pFL7N55qWc/s72-c/tweet1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-455781981403904939</id><published>2010-11-08T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:08:31.205-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tornadoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oklahoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heatwave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthquake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blizzard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hail'/><title type='text'>Another Oklahoma Winter</title><content type='html'>We are on the brink of another winter season. The weather in this last year has been the oddest I've ever seen. Blizzard, flood,&amp;nbsp;heatwave, earthquakes, mammoth hail,&amp;nbsp;tornadoes...Welcome to Oklahoma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say there are a few things that you can't survive winter without. Or at least I can't, so here's my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice scraper. Unless you park in a garage, you will have to have one. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Humidifier. Unless you like bloody noses and talking like a frog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Faucet covers. For your outside faucets. You don't want to skip this one.&lt;br /&gt;4. Gloves. It might not be cold enough to freeze you, but with the wind, your hands will not survive.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ear covering. See #4, it goes for ears, too.&lt;br /&gt;6. Blankets. Because when the weather does what it does, you will most likely lose power. You'll want to cover up.&lt;br /&gt;7. Food you don't have to cook. See #6. And don't wait until the weather starts to get it. Walmart will be out of everything. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;8. Water. Walmart won't have any of that either. Frozen pipes don't give you water.&lt;br /&gt;9. Boots. Because at some point you will be outside and you want to keep your toes.&lt;br /&gt;10. Candles and hot chocolate. Cause when you locked in, they make you feel warm and cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year's &lt;a href="http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/01/icepocalypse-2010.html"&gt;Icepocalypse&lt;/a&gt; was quite an adventure. Take a look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-455781981403904939?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/455781981403904939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=455781981403904939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/455781981403904939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/455781981403904939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-oklahoma-winter.html' title='Another Oklahoma Winter'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-1075301368374065000</id><published>2010-11-05T10:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T10:27:03.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting in a Cooking Kind of Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TNQhol6MnPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/_zEtykpiUp4/s320/Crawford+-+Lama+(371+of+484).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;from Andrea &amp;amp; Bijay's wedding&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about colder weather, but it makes me want to cook. I really enjoy cooking, baking, eating...and I think this year during my holiday cooking, I'll share some of my favorite recipes with you complete with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, I have 100 cupcakes and a wedding cake to bake so I'll be busy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...I did not make the cake above, I did not take the picture. But if you need a photographer, &lt;a href="http://www.glasseyestudios.com/"&gt;Rex&lt;/a&gt; is your man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-1075301368374065000?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/1075301368374065000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=1075301368374065000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1075301368374065000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1075301368374065000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-in-cooking-kind-of-mood.html' title='Getting in a Cooking Kind of Mood'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TNQhol6MnPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/_zEtykpiUp4/s72-c/Crawford+-+Lama+(371+of+484).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-6972444859437810628</id><published>2010-11-04T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T00:01:01.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On This Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm feeling kind of reflective.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TNGAZAu8LHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/B-xXYz5W73s/s1600/wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TNGAZAu8LHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/B-xXYz5W73s/s200/wedding.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TNGAirZovfI/AAAAAAAAAeU/L0l4zBDqi9Y/s1600/IMG_0173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TNGAirZovfI/AAAAAAAAAeU/L0l4zBDqi9Y/s200/IMG_0173.JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;27 years ago, I married my best friend. We have lived, laughed, cried, hurt, crashed, burned, celebrated, rejoiced, disagreed, agreed, and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've shared the joys, responsibilities and struggles of parenting two amazing daughters. We've prayed for them more than I ever knew was possible. We've hoped for them more than the world has to offer. God has been faithful. So have they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But here's what I'm reflecting on, it's been 27 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27 YEARS!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I cannot believe it has passed so quickly. The memories of our life together swim wildly in my head as if they just happened yesterday and I need to be sure and remember them. And yet, when I start truly looking at all the memories, the people, the events, I feel so very blessed to have lived such a full life. And we're not done yet, not by a long shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So Happy Anniversary Baby, I've got you on mind!! Here's to the next 27...or 30...or ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-6972444859437810628?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/6972444859437810628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=6972444859437810628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/6972444859437810628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/6972444859437810628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-this-day.html' title='On This Day'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TNGAZAu8LHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/B-xXYz5W73s/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-526788532606709209</id><published>2010-11-03T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:57:41.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts on the Elections</title><content type='html'>We live in America. If you are a citizen, you have been provided the right to be heard. Through free speech, the right to vote, whatever venue you choose, as long as it doesn't impede the rights of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not vote a party ticket yesterday. I am a conservative, Christian, Republican. I voted out of the research I had done as a citizen of this great state and country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not quit, whine or run away because my choices didn't win. I will step up, speak up and work harder to be sure that the things I believe in are heard, that the changes for everyone's good I will see happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for team work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republicans can't fix it. Democrats can't fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans can fix it. Oklahomans can fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-526788532606709209?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/526788532606709209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=526788532606709209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/526788532606709209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/526788532606709209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-thoughts-on-elections.html' title='My thoughts on the Elections'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-3525684288848505358</id><published>2010-10-27T14:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:01:31.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful what you vote for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;While walking down the street one day a corrupt Senator was tragically hit by a car and died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance. "Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you." "No problem, just let me in," says the Senator. "Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity." "Really?, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the Senator. "I'm sorry, but we have our rules." And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him. Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They played a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne. Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are all having such a good time that before the Senator realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises. The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him, "Now it's time to visit heaven...??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 24 hours passed with the Senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns. "Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell." So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell... Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders. "I don't understand," stammers the Senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil smiles at him and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning, Today, you voted.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Vote wisely on November 2, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;(I don't know who wrote this, but I couldn't have put it any better.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I found this &lt;a href="http://www.okgazette.com/article/10-27-2010/View_a_sample_ballot_before_Tuesday_s_election.aspx"&gt;Sample Ballot&lt;/a&gt; for Oklahoma Voters. Go prepared, it's a long one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-3525684288848505358?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/3525684288848505358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=3525684288848505358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3525684288848505358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3525684288848505358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/10/be-careful-what-you-vote-for.html' title='Be careful what you vote for...'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-7674133389668027770</id><published>2010-10-25T09:00:00.072-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:49:16.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carmex'/><title type='text'>CARMEX news, reviews &amp; contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Nov. 1, 2010 update***and the winner is.....JACKIE!!!*** congratulations and your goodie bag is on the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I said in my previous post, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycarmex.com/"&gt;Carmex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sent me an awesome goodie bag full of great products. Some new, some old and loved. They asked me to use them and tell you about them. As an official member of the Carmex Blog Squad I have followed my orders and&amp;nbsp;here are my reviews. And yes, I used all the products (willingly by the way) and I've never been so soft and moisturized!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TL8RiRoOHRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/42YyZW4VX48/s1600/healing-lotion.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TL8RiRoOHRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/42YyZW4VX48/s1600/healing-lotion.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my new, favorite lotion!! When the temps turn cool, my skin is dry. My hands especially. This Healing Lotion has a light, pleasant scent. It is truly non-greasy and once I've used up what Carmex sent to me, I will be buying this product. I even use it at work. A little goes a long way, too. You really must try it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TL8SFZxa_mI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5kjkiuMbkaE/s1600/healing-cream.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TL8SFZxa_mI/AAAAAAAAAeA/5kjkiuMbkaE/s1600/healing-cream.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, like the lady in the nail salon said the other day "Honey, you have dry skin berry bad on you feet, need callous remove?" And the answer was yes...however, since then, I have been using the Healing Cream on my heels and feet. Honey, my feet feel awesome! It is heavier than the Healing Lotion, still non-greasy and still pleasantly scented. I put it on before bed, cover with socks and my heels are healed! Love this one, too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think Carmex has done a great job with both of these products. I was expecting heavier feels from them both and was very, pleasantly surprised. Plus the packaging just looks happy and I like happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AND NOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you would like to win one of the lovely gift bags I showed &lt;a href="http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-stuff.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;b&gt;an over $50 value&lt;/b&gt;, then here's all you need to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You may enter once for each category, up to two entries per person&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Leave a comment on this blog post and you must leave your email address so I can contact you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Follow &lt;b&gt;@glynis_crawford&lt;/b&gt; on twitter and Tweet this, but only once.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carmex gift bag and soft skin FTW! #carmexgoodness follow @glynis_crawford and RT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll see it, I promise. RT's count for the RT'er. (is that even a word ?) &amp;nbsp;:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contest starts October 25 and ends November 1st.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Winner will be notified by email or DM when chosen by random drawing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Good luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These products are available at Walgreens, Walgreens.com and drugstore.com.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-7674133389668027770?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/7674133389668027770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=7674133389668027770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7674133389668027770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/7674133389668027770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/10/carmex-news-reviews-contest.html' title='CARMEX news, reviews &amp; contest'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TL8RiRoOHRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/42YyZW4VX48/s72-c/healing-lotion.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-4761299709510219423</id><published>2010-10-21T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T10:50:01.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Cars go through Menopause?</title><content type='html'>I was having a conversation with my sister yesterday and I swear her car's in menopause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a very old car, less than 10 years. In our family that's still "relatively new". She calls it her baby rhino, but I think baby is growing old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TMBgzDlcqsI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lV2GRQdYrJU/s1600/2004_nissan_murano_right_side.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TMBgzDlcqsI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lV2GRQdYrJU/s320/2004_nissan_murano_right_side.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has hot flashes, it's heart (engine) races, it leaks fluids and sometimes you can't turn the steering wheel cause it 'stove up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like menopause to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my sister loves her car, she communes with it, understands it, takes care of it. I think she feels that the care she gives her car will somehow return to her good things. Maybe she's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness knows when I get there, I hope to be cared for as well as the baby rhino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-4761299709510219423?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/4761299709510219423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=4761299709510219423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4761299709510219423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4761299709510219423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/10/can-cars-go-through-menopause.html' title='Can Cars go through Menopause?'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TMBgzDlcqsI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lV2GRQdYrJU/s72-c/2004_nissan_murano_right_side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5024884681284700145</id><published>2010-10-19T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T09:58:47.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Stuff</title><content type='html'>OK, I'm kind of excited about this opportunity. &lt;a href="http://www.mycarmex.com/our-products/default.aspx"&gt;Carmex&lt;/a&gt;, you know, the little yellow lidded goodness for lip salvation in the winter, has asked me to review some of their products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TL2xGELm3DI/AAAAAAAAAd0/fkqmqz4MVQs/s1600/outside+bag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TL2xGELm3DI/AAAAAAAAAd0/fkqmqz4MVQs/s320/outside+bag.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sent me this awesome gift bag, full of skin friendly things, and I'm going to use it for a couple of weeks and let you know what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TL2xOuJoGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8DOZ-KelJYw/s1600/inside+bag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TL2xOuJoGyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8DOZ-KelJYw/s320/inside+bag.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can already tell you, I LOVE the healing lotion. Nice scent, non-greasy feel, not heavy but make my hands feel wonderful. I even use it at work because of the non-greasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are also going to let me give away one identical bag to some lucky commenter, tweeter, or facebook friend!! Oh yeah!! The drawing will be totally random, you can only enter once, but I wish you all the best of luck! (Don't enter yet, I'll let you know when.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll let you know what I think about the products and then you can let me know if you want to share in the goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft skin and presents, doesn't get much better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5024884681284700145?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5024884681284700145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5024884681284700145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5024884681284700145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5024884681284700145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-stuff.html' title='Good Stuff'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TL2xGELm3DI/AAAAAAAAAd0/fkqmqz4MVQs/s72-c/outside+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-4369626814629940067</id><published>2010-10-12T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:33:57.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TLT98ZETC4I/AAAAAAAAAds/rYUEfg6RZ30/s1600/wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TLT98ZETC4I/AAAAAAAAAds/rYUEfg6RZ30/s320/wedding.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The day was beautiful, as was the bride. Joy surrounded us all. I wish them every happiness and I'm blessed to call him son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God still answers prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-4369626814629940067?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/4369626814629940067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=4369626814629940067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4369626814629940067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4369626814629940067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/10/wedding.html' title='the wedding'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TLT98ZETC4I/AAAAAAAAAds/rYUEfg6RZ30/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-3964067299882319947</id><published>2010-10-06T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T11:45:36.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on being girlie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TKynJATvcaI/AAAAAAAAAdo/x6aP3DViGYk/s1600/BarbiePrincessAnneliese.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TKynJATvcaI/AAAAAAAAAdo/x6aP3DViGYk/s320/BarbiePrincessAnneliese.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very good at it. Being girlie I mean. I tend to be too practical with money and time and it takes both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear makeup, just a little mascara or you wouldn't see I have eyes. I don't get my hair done regularly, even though my daughter is a stylist. I don't like to shop for clothes, I have just enough shoes, and I rarely wear jewelry other than my wedding ring. I won't spend the time to mani/pedi every two weeks. Although the occasional one is a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do enjoy being a woman. I feel stronger than I ever have. I'm settled in myself. My faith grows all the time and my relationship with my creator God too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful husband who takes care of me. Spoils me. Loves me. Walks with me, in front of me, behind me or beside me depending on the&amp;nbsp;occasion and how he can best keep me safe. He's aware of me. He likes me. He makes me laugh. I feel safe with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thinking that girlie isn't all frills and fluff. Maybe it's just that place where you are the best you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-3964067299882319947?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/3964067299882319947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=3964067299882319947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3964067299882319947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3964067299882319947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-being-girlie.html' title='on being girlie...'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TKynJATvcaI/AAAAAAAAAdo/x6aP3DViGYk/s72-c/BarbiePrincessAnneliese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-4193993119230094735</id><published>2010-10-01T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T16:04:13.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your eye on the prize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TKZK2k704OI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3cAfMP7QVc8/s1600/pewter_trophy_lrg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TKZK2k704OI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3cAfMP7QVc8/s320/pewter_trophy_lrg.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been telling myself that a lot lately. The details of everyday life can sure bog me down sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In the last month, I've had my first car wreck, I had to say goodbye to my dog, and now, the saris my daughter had ordered for her bridesmaids will not be here in time for the wedding. So nine days before the wedding, we're off to David's Bridal to see if we can avoid a nude wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm talking her off the ledge (not literally, she's a very strong woman) all the while feeling like the blind leading the blind. I want her day to be so special and I hate when my kids are disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know God feels this too. And my prize is not life or death, not eternal in nature. Thank you God for perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Phillipians 4:7-14&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29414" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;8&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29415" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ—the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29416" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29417" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29418" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29419" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;13&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29420" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;14&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But here's the prize for this&amp;nbsp;occasion, she is marrying a wonderful man whom she loves with everything she is. Saris or no saris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And I am so happy for her. I've been praying for him her whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So David's Bridal, watch out. We've got dresses to buy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-4193993119230094735?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/4193993119230094735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=4193993119230094735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4193993119230094735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4193993119230094735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/10/keep-your-eye-on-prize.html' title='Keep your eye on the prize'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TKZK2k704OI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3cAfMP7QVc8/s72-c/pewter_trophy_lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5001041146067643825</id><published>2010-09-29T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:30:49.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I live on Easy St.</title><content type='html'>Yes, literally. It's my address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband claims I bought the house because of the address. He's not too far off. I loved the house, neighborhood, area of town but the address did seal the deal. It cracks me up really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love telling people my address. Think about it. How often do you have to tell someone your address? When I tell them, 9 times out of 10 I get a smile back and a comment. Pretty cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not to say that living on Easy St. doesn't have its trials, it does. But this pollyanna is a sucker for a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll hang around for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5001041146067643825?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5001041146067643825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5001041146067643825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5001041146067643825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5001041146067643825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-live-on-easy-st.html' title='I live on Easy St.'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-8228208317882162087</id><published>2010-09-22T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:50:32.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update on Suki</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TJpsAFJ2-SI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ixQvo-hpF-o/s1600/IMG_0416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TJpsAFJ2-SI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ixQvo-hpF-o/s320/IMG_0416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is cancer, it is malignant and aggressive. We are enjoying the rest of our week with her and Saturday we will say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when your heart breaks, it leaks out of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-8228208317882162087?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/8228208317882162087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=8228208317882162087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8228208317882162087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/8228208317882162087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/09/quick-update-on-suki.html' title='quick update on Suki'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TJpsAFJ2-SI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ixQvo-hpF-o/s72-c/IMG_0416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-3365567092513864791</id><published>2010-09-21T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T11:48:09.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Plate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TJjhBREclXI/AAAAAAAAAdU/PBM9wklOJx8/s1600/house_sparrow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TJjhBREclXI/AAAAAAAAAdU/PBM9wklOJx8/s320/house_sparrow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sitting here today with a great case of &amp;nbsp;"I can't want to" so I thought I'd share.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There has been a flurry of activity lately, all good. Wedding is less than 3 weeks away, details are falling place, I can't complain. Well, I could but I choose not to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, I'm also changing the way I eat. Trying to lose some weight, align my body with my actual needs and pay attention to myself. Something I'm not very good at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the midst of all that, I have my first car wreck, Jim is traveling a great deal and I found out yesterday that our dog, Suki, may have cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She's a great dog, we have enjoyed her greatly, but if it is cancer we will not go to extraordinary means to sustain her. We can't afford to do this nor do we want to put her through that. But it's just no fun at all. It weighs heavy on my brain and heart. We should know today or tomorrow what the full diagnosis is and where we go from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So my plate is full. I'm done. I don't want or need anything else at this point. Although, a little prayer for dessert would be fine. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I'm singing this today-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;His eye is on the Sparrow (and the akita&lt;/b&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;why should I feel discouraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and why should the shadows come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;why should my heart feel lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and long for heaven and home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when Jesus is my portion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a constant friend is He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;His eye is on the sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and I know He watches over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;His eye is on the sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and I know He watches over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I sing because I'm happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I sing because I'm free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;His eye is on the sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and I know He watches me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He watches me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;His eye is on the sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and I know He watches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know He watches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know He watches me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I sing because I'm happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I sing because I'm free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;His eye is on the the sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and I know He watches me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;His eye is on the sparrow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and I know he watches me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-3365567092513864791?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/3365567092513864791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=3365567092513864791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3365567092513864791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3365567092513864791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/09/full-plate.html' title='Full Plate'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TJjhBREclXI/AAAAAAAAAdU/PBM9wklOJx8/s72-c/house_sparrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-1213626219049783133</id><published>2010-09-15T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T10:57:12.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TJDqtEl7U4I/AAAAAAAAAdM/Rohow42nbZk/s1600/sound_of_music.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TJDqtEl7U4I/AAAAAAAAAdM/Rohow42nbZk/s320/sound_of_music.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I type this, I hear the song playing in my head with Julie Andrews singing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Brown paper packages tied up with strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px;"&gt;These are a few of my favorite things..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px;"&gt;LOVE this movie. The story of a family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;What is your family's story? Have you thought of writing it down so that the generations to come will know. I think I'm going to do this and I'm going to include pictures and recipes and silly things. Because for anyone that knows me, you know silliness must be included!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;A gathering of a few of my favorite things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'll even share some of it here. Maybe not ALL the pics, 5th grade was especially traumatic. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-1213626219049783133?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/1213626219049783133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=1213626219049783133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1213626219049783133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1213626219049783133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/09/favorite-things.html' title='Favorite Things'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TJDqtEl7U4I/AAAAAAAAAdM/Rohow42nbZk/s72-c/sound_of_music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5460012439306056797</id><published>2010-09-14T11:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:51:00.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No child should every worry</title><content type='html'>I've been watching a dear friend go through the process of becoming a foster parent. The endless paperwork, interviews, home studies and waiting...waiting...waiting...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in the hopes of caring for a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after a YEAR, she has not one, but two children. A boy almost 2 and his sister, almost 5. There have been huge adjustments, great joys, big surprises. The thing that has just baffled me is the lack of direction and support that the very system who made her try so hard to become a foster parent, DOESN'T offer her once she has the children. But the great news is, she isn't dependent on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has had a plan all along and it's beautiful to see him building a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;James 1:27 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5460012439306056797?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5460012439306056797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5460012439306056797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5460012439306056797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5460012439306056797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-child-should-every-worry.html' title='No child should every worry'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-3902788129698926385</id><published>2010-09-10T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T09:07:40.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manifesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TIo7CNZgYNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-vOZCvkysc/s1600/fullsize-holstee-manifesto.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TIo7CNZgYNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-vOZCvkysc/s640/fullsize-holstee-manifesto.png" width="505" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.holstee.com/pages/about"&gt;{image source}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-3902788129698926385?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/3902788129698926385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=3902788129698926385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3902788129698926385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3902788129698926385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/09/manifesto.html' title='Manifesto'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TIo7CNZgYNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C-vOZCvkysc/s72-c/fullsize-holstee-manifesto.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-4367652204263458500</id><published>2010-09-08T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T10:49:01.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sands of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TIevYk25qhI/AAAAAAAAAc0/g6uXvMTvhBA/s1600/twister.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TIevYk25qhI/AAAAAAAAAc0/g6uXvMTvhBA/s320/twister.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some days I want out of the loop. I love being involved, busy, surrounded by people but sometimes the loop of inclusion feels like the movie TWISTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a lot going on lately. Wedding, showers, car wreck, AC blower issues, etc... Today there is a soft rain falling (although I hear there is a Tropical Storm coming) and I just want a pillow and a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have those times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded today that there is only so much sand in the hourglass and I must decide who gets it. I'm am forever grateful that God has a plan. If I'm quiet, He's speaking and I can hear Him. If I watch, He's guiding and I can see Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let us hold firmly to the hope that we have confessed, because we can trust God to do what he promised.&lt;/i&gt; Hebrews 10:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-4367652204263458500?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/4367652204263458500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=4367652204263458500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4367652204263458500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4367652204263458500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/09/sands-of-time.html' title='The Sands of Time'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TIevYk25qhI/AAAAAAAAAc0/g6uXvMTvhBA/s72-c/twister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-996345944778675048</id><published>2010-09-07T09:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T09:42:01.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a reminder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Even in the darkest storms, God is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TIZM9uYMOoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6oDIpZcaqfo/s1600/rainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TIZM9uYMOoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6oDIpZcaqfo/s320/rainbow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Psalm 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;1&amp;nbsp;God is our refuge and strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; an ever-present help in trouble.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;2&amp;nbsp;Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;3&amp;nbsp;though its waters roar and foam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;and the mountains quake with their surging.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Selah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;4&amp;nbsp;There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;the holy place where the Most High dwells.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;5&amp;nbsp;God is within her, she will not fall;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;God will help her at break of day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;6&amp;nbsp;Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;he lifts his voice, the earth melts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;7&amp;nbsp;The LORD Almighty is with us;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;the God of Jacob is our fortress.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Selah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;8&amp;nbsp;Come and see the works of the LORD,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;the desolations he has brought on the earth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;9&amp;nbsp;He makes wars cease to the ends of the earth;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;he breaks the bow and shatters the spear,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;he burns the shields&amp;nbsp;with fire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;10&amp;nbsp;"Be still, and know that I am God;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I will be exalted among the nations,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I will be exalted in the earth."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;11&amp;nbsp;The LORD Almighty is with us;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;the God of Jacob is our fortress.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Selah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-996345944778675048?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/996345944778675048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=996345944778675048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/996345944778675048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/996345944778675048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-reminder.html' title='just a reminder...'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TIZM9uYMOoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6oDIpZcaqfo/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-6968401799686027775</id><published>2010-09-01T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:33:53.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was another first. After over 30 years of driving, I had my first accident. 4 cars worth. Everyone is fine and only 2 of the 4 cars had to be towed. Mine was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for no injuries, insurance and the prayers of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have a car I can borrow? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-6968401799686027775?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/6968401799686027775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=6968401799686027775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/6968401799686027775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/6968401799686027775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/09/yesterday-was-another-first.html' title=''/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-4791930686146800486</id><published>2010-08-30T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:42:25.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/THvREUgEvqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/8L9IhszD4rc/s1600/thanksgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/THvREUgEvqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/8L9IhszD4rc/s320/thanksgiving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So the subject of Thanksgiving came up yesterday. What the plans were, where we would be, who would be there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me reflect on how it used to be. My extended family was not close by in childhood. We always lived away from everyone so holidays were about the only time we really got to see them. And it was always an extended occasion. We would travel to the grandparents, join up with the aunts, uncles and cousins and we would visit. Hang out. Do stuff. Then, Thanksgiving Day would arrive and we'd cook and eat. Well, they would cook and then we'd eat, I was still a kid after all. I had no real appreciation for the effort that was involved in feeding that monstrous crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we'd hang out a couple more days and then journey back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems Thanksgiving has somehow gotten sandwiched between our busy days, our Christmas planning and it just doesn't get the focus it once had. We spend one day, or even one part of a day, being thankful, eating, visiting and then we're off! It's Christmas time, the music on the radio changes, the stores change, the news is full of shopper news, and so are the papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, I don't shop the Friday after Thanksgiving. I know that surprises you. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, I want to do something different. I want to slow down, be thankful, hang with friends and family. I'm open to suggestions, invitations, whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want Thanksgiving to look like this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-4791930686146800486?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/4791930686146800486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=4791930686146800486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4791930686146800486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/4791930686146800486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/08/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/THvREUgEvqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/8L9IhszD4rc/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-2502052808634935739</id><published>2010-08-27T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T12:42:14.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Territory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This has been a week of firsts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I went back to school clothes shopping for a couple of little BOYS! I'd never done that before. Are dinosaurs in? Does everything have to do with sports of some kind? Is it important to match?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I would hate to think the clothes I purchased are the reason for some little kid (whom I never met BTW) getting beat up on the playground or jumped into a gang at the age of 5. So I tried to stay very neutral, no big logos, no big artwork...OK, there's the one with the cool dinosaur and camo shorts but other than that....and hey, does sleeveless make you a dork? I also had to buy boy drawers and socks. Sorry boys, but tighty whities is all I could muster.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The other thing this week brings is my daughter's first wedding shower. MY DAUGHTER's first wedding shower. I'm so happy for her, but somewhere inside I'm still 20 something and this just can't be possible. Maybe that's just the way life goes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My body grows older, but my mind aged to the point that it was done. Maturity, wisdom, grace...all these good and beautiful gifts of age continue to grow, but my self-perception, the way I think, well....not so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I kind of like it. I kind of like the feeling of youth in my head and yet the wisdom of getting older also residing there. I don't sweat the small stuff anymore, I definitely like that. Well, ok, except for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/08/shopping.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. But that's different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess that is the beauty of age. The recognition that it happens, the ability to live beyond it. Pretty cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="contentdescription" style="line-height: 20px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Show me your ways, O LORD, teach me your paths; guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long. Remember, O LORD, your great mercy and love, for they are from of old. Remember not the sins of my youth and my rebellious ways; according to your love remember me, for you are good, O LORD."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="sectiontableentry2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Psalm 25:4-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="sectiontableentry2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="sectiontableentry2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-2502052808634935739?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/2502052808634935739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=2502052808634935739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/2502052808634935739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/2502052808634935739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/08/virgin-territory.html' title='Virgin Territory'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5809924042029167715</id><published>2010-08-25T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T12:57:13.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I've ever confessed this here, but shopping stresses me out. Well, not exactly all shopping. Specifically, clothes shopping for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a guaranteed moment of heart-pounding discomfort accompanied by the very obvious sweating. Very obvious, why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/THVY9PDCmcI/AAAAAAAAAb8/X9YKCmXyFxE/s1600/sweaty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/THVY9PDCmcI/AAAAAAAAAb8/X9YKCmXyFxE/s200/sweaty.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was gifted with the ability to only sweat from the neck up. That's right. Red face, dripping brow, soaked hair. It's lovely. Oh, but dry armpits. No stink. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So picture the moment. Arms full of potential clothes, sales person in hot pursuit, asking too many questions. Awkward, sweating, red woman. Got it? Yeah, that's me. It's also the reason I do 90% of my personal shopping online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the deal. My daughter is getting married and I need a dress. I've looked online and loved several things. But this is not my usual fare and I'm going to have to go try it on. Which means I'm going to have to go shopping. My friend Barb has offered to go with me. I'm going to take her up on it. She has no idea what's she's in for. (well, she does now cause I'm pretty sure she reads my blog. So I'll just say "Sorry Barb, but you volunteered!" now and get it over with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you happen to be in the store when I'm shopping, pay no attention to the red, wet-headed woman behind the curtain. She'll be fine once she's out of the store. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5809924042029167715?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5809924042029167715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5809924042029167715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5809924042029167715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5809924042029167715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/08/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/THVY9PDCmcI/AAAAAAAAAb8/X9YKCmXyFxE/s72-c/sweaty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-3157781294212920817</id><published>2010-08-24T09:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T09:41:38.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vintage is another word for my childhood</title><content type='html'>Or at least it seems that way some days. I love this &lt;a href="http://www.designcrushblog.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;Kelly, a friend of mine who is uber-creative and has fabulous, eclectic taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to vintage...she asked the other day what the first poster I ever owned was...and it got me to thinking. I didn't really decorate as a kid, no money, no parental interest, so yeah. But as a budding teen, I discovered Tiger Beat and baby, it was on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I confessed to her and now to you THIS was the first poster I ever owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/THPZW8THb9I/AAAAAAAAAb0/LU85mBqFrKo/s1600/leif.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/THPZW8THb9I/AAAAAAAAAb0/LU85mBqFrKo/s320/leif.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He's done himself no favors in adulthood, but he was dreamy and cute in his teen years. (by the way, it's Leif Garrett) The poster is now labeled vintage, as I guess, am I. &amp;nbsp;:::sigh:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-3157781294212920817?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/3157781294212920817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=3157781294212920817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3157781294212920817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/3157781294212920817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/08/vintage-is-another-word-for-my.html' title='vintage is another word for my childhood'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/THPZW8THb9I/AAAAAAAAAb0/LU85mBqFrKo/s72-c/leif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-2481478273154778846</id><published>2010-08-23T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:02:06.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the simple things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/THLFiCDHpzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EWhpxhKb5zY/s1600/f.+Beautiful+views+and+peaceful+surroundings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/THLFiCDHpzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EWhpxhKb5zY/s320/f.+Beautiful+views+and+peaceful+surroundings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot to be said for the enjoyment of simple things. A clean house, a lawn that's freshly mowed, spring flowers in a mason jar, playing cards with friends or a favorite candle burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so busy that I often forget to pause and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make the time to take time. I know, sounds redundant, but think about it. If I actually scheduled my down time instead of letting it be stolen by whatever, I might find everything else a little more peaceful, tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to do just this. My art room is clean, I will go make art. And I'll be doing that from 5-7 this evening. Leave a message, I'll get back to you. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-2481478273154778846?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/2481478273154778846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=2481478273154778846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/2481478273154778846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/2481478273154778846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-simple-things.html' title='It&apos;s the simple things'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/THLFiCDHpzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EWhpxhKb5zY/s72-c/f.+Beautiful+views+and+peaceful+surroundings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-5476467208102280350</id><published>2010-07-30T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T14:11:07.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TFMjasqCizI/AAAAAAAAAbc/BcG0D2M2G_Q/s1600/barbie_bride_monique042406_212050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TFMjasqCizI/AAAAAAAAAbc/BcG0D2M2G_Q/s320/barbie_bride_monique042406_212050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But the last month has been crazy...crazy good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're planning my older daughter's wedding and it is so fun. Proposal was on &lt;a href="http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-many-surprises.html"&gt;June 12&lt;/a&gt;, wedding is October 10. Doesn't sound like a lot of time, but God has been very good to help us all along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the &lt;a href="http://venetianterrace.com/gallery.htm"&gt;venue&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/TopCategoriesDisplay?langId=-1&amp;amp;storeId=10052&amp;amp;catalogId=10051"&gt;dress&lt;/a&gt;*, the &lt;a href="http://glasseyestudios.com/"&gt;photographer&lt;/a&gt;, the invitations, the flowers and the people. All the big rocks are in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so wonderful to celebrate love. Renews in me the sense of being a bride. Hopeful, excited, anticipatory, loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;For as a young man marries a young woman,so shall your sons marry you,and as the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;groom rejoices over the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;,so shall your God rejoice over you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Isaiah 62:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;*did you really think I'd show you THE dress? &amp;nbsp;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-5476467208102280350?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/5476467208102280350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=5476467208102280350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5476467208102280350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/5476467208102280350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/TFMjasqCizI/AAAAAAAAAbc/BcG0D2M2G_Q/s72-c/barbie_bride_monique042406_212050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15865974.post-1991758543363801836</id><published>2010-07-06T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:37:00.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>body troubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;One day I awoke after a fitful night's sleep. One eye opened the other refused. "I'm not awake yet, don't bug me", it said. Stretching my arms, I found one wanted to go one way and the other one the same way. "Why do I always have to be the left arm, I'm tired of the view. I'm going to the right today, deal with it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;So with both arms on one side and one eye closed, I sat up. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I stood up and quickly sat down. "We tired of supporting all of you other body parts, we're taking the day off," they said. "Get yourselves around without us."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;As I now struggled to the closet to dress for the day, I wondered to myself what was going on? How had the parts of my body ceased to work together? How had they forgotten their common purpose and goal? Where had they gotten so&amp;nbsp;separated from each other, that none of them worked well on their own?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Then I really woke up, realizing that God must ask himself the same thing every day. And although He knows the answer, we've obviously forgotten it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Romans 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I appeal to you therefore, brothers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;by the mercies of God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;to present your bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Do not be conformed to this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;but be transformed by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;as in one body we have many members,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;and the members do not all have the same function,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;so we,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;though many,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;are one body in Christ, and individually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;members one of another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Having gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, let us use them: if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;prophecy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;in proportion to our faith;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;service, in our serving; the one who teaches, in his teaching;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;the one who exhorts, in his exhortation; the one who contributes, in generosity;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;the one who leads,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;with zeal; the one who does acts of mercy, with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;cheerfulness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Let love be genuine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Love one another with brotherly affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Outdo one another in showing honor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Do not be slothful in zeal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;be fervent in spirit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;serve the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Rejoice in hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;be patient in tribulation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;be constant in prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Contribute to the needs of the saints and seek to show hospitality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Live in harmony with one another. Do not be haughty, but associate with the lowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Never be wise in your own sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Repay no one evil for evil, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;give thought to do what is honorable in the sight of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;If possible, so far as it depends on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;live peaceably with all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;to the wrath of God, for it is written,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;To the contrary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;1 Corinthians 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-28630"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;For just as&amp;nbsp;the body is one and has many members, and all the members of the body, though many, are one body,&amp;nbsp;so it is with Christ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-28631"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;For&amp;nbsp;in one Spirit we were all baptized into one body—&amp;nbsp;Jews or Greeks, slaves&amp;nbsp;or free—and&amp;nbsp;all were made to drink of one Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-28632"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;For the body does not consist of one member but of many.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-28633"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;If the foot should say, "Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body," that would not make it any less a part of the body.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-28634"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;And if the ear should say, "Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body," that would not make it any less a part of the body.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-28635"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;If the whole body were an eye, where would be the sense of hearing? If the whole body were an ear, where would be the sense of smell?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-28636"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;But as it is,&amp;nbsp;God arranged the members in the body, each one of them,&amp;nbsp;as he chose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-28637"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;If all were a single member, where would the body be?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-28638"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;As it is, there are many parts,&amp;nbsp;yet one body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-28639"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;The eye cannot say to the hand, "I have no need of you," nor again the head to the feet, "I have no need of you."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-28640"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;On the contrary, the parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-28641"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;and on those parts of the body that we think less honorable we bestow the greater honor, and our unpresentable parts are treated with greater modesty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-28642"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;which our more presentable parts do not require. But God has so composed the body, giving greater honor to the part that lacked it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-28643"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;that there may be no division in the body, but that the members may have the same care for one another.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-ESV-28644"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honored,&amp;nbsp;all rejoice together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Can we get back to being the body of Christ? Working in unison and grace for our Father's purpose? Can we let go of the colors of the carpet, what kind of music we sing, special recognition for financial generosity and all the other things that have bogged down doing the work of the Kingdom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Will we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15865974-1991758543363801836?l=gr8fulg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/feeds/1991758543363801836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15865974&amp;postID=1991758543363801836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1991758543363801836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15865974/posts/default/1991758543363801836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr8fulg.blogspot.com/2010/07/body-troubles.html' title='body troubles'/><author><name>gr8fulg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410065243051191320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KD6AVPW4G0c/SmoVzIN5yPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AGJFXyKpUpw/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
