<?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-12387591</id><updated>2011-09-01T21:17:33.520-07:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Danny'/><category term='Reading'/><category term='Lace'/><category term='Weaving'/><category term='Home Schooling'/><category term='Wildflowers In Winter'/><category term='Christian Artisans'/><category term='Shetland Sheep'/><category term='eBay'/><category term='Apple Hill'/><category term='Overheard'/><category term='Ravelry'/><category term='Tea'/><category term='Contests'/><category term='Andy'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Hubby'/><category term='Grandpa Hopkins'/><category 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term='Prayer Requests'/><category term='Wellness Wednesday'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>TJ Knits</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>986</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-4682027132072746798</id><published>2008-11-16T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:22:37.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time of Change</title><content type='html'>Have you sensed my restless spirit lately? Sometimes you can't quite put your finger on it but things just seem to be changing at a swirling pace all around you. It has been a challenging time for me trying to keep up in the midst of frustrations, illness, questions, sadness. Most of this change is good. This change is growth. It's time for something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come visit me at &lt;a href="http://stitchesofgrace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stitches of Grace&lt;/a&gt;. I'll keep my other blogs (links at right) and any home education friends can join us at &lt;a href="http://pathfinderacademy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pathfinder Academy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the journey everyone.  I've enjoyed it here, but I'm looking forward to a new adventure!  I hope you'll join me in the next phase!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-4682027132072746798?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/4682027132072746798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=4682027132072746798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4682027132072746798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4682027132072746798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-of-change.html' title='A Time of Change'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-1342152471962636478</id><published>2008-11-13T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:10:34.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thanks on Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SRzMHgS1PjI/AAAAAAAAHyQ/SxuJrFzQUbo/s1600-h/Hydrangeaverse+copye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268310093416709682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SRzMHgS1PjI/AAAAAAAAHyQ/SxuJrFzQUbo/s400/Hydrangeaverse+copye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for another Thankful list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I said it last week, but I'll say it again. I am thankful for God's Word. It bears repeating. In the midst of an ever changing world, His Word is unchanging and stands forever! This week we purchased an MP3 Bible, hoping to soak our souls with the Word as we go about our days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am thankful for FREE things available on the Internet. I find so many things for school just by searching on search engines. There is a free Turkey Cookbook available at &lt;a href="http://www.naturalmomsrecipes.com/articles/new-november-recipes/"&gt;Natural Mom's Recipes&lt;/a&gt; that I downloaded and will read and &lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolfreebie.wholesomechildhood.com/"&gt;Freebie of the Day&lt;/a&gt; is a great source for interesting and unique home school resources. And for knitting fans, how can you beat &lt;a href="http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEfall08/index.html"&gt;Knitty&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am thankful for &lt;a href="http://www.hslda.org/Default.asp?bhcp=1"&gt;Home School Legal Defense Association&lt;/a&gt; who tirelessly fought for my right to choose the mode of my children's education and continue to be available to my family and others around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am thankful for my Nikon DSLR camera that allows me to record what I see and feel as I explore God's world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am thankful for &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChristianArtisans/"&gt;The Christian Artisans List&lt;/a&gt; where we go through growing pains from time to time like any family, but where I am able to fellowship with women who share my love of Jesus and the fiber arts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am thankful for Blogger who lets me have fun on the computer for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am thankful for the beauty of fall's colors that soothe and comfort me as we ease into winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-1342152471962636478?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/1342152471962636478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=1342152471962636478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/1342152471962636478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/1342152471962636478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-on-thursday.html' title='Thanks on Thursday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SRzMHgS1PjI/AAAAAAAAHyQ/SxuJrFzQUbo/s72-c/Hydrangeaverse+copye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-7077057951823192706</id><published>2008-11-11T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:56:23.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud of Veterans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;THANK YOU VETERANS PAST AND PRESENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bruce - Foster brother serving in Navy since 1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jack - Step brother, re-enlisted in the Army and served in Iraq about 1 year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anthony - nephew serving in the Army about 2 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jim - &lt;a href="http://www.wovenspun.com/blogmain/"&gt;Kimberly's&lt;/a&gt; husband who just safely returned from a 1 year deployment - Praise The Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kyle and Kelly - My college Pastor's sons serving in the Marines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All the men and women currently serving in the U.S. Armed Forces around the world.  And to all the families who wait at home and pray.  I am proud of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mark - My cousin who flew many years with the Navy and later served in top security positions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dan - My cousin Jan's husband who has given his life to the US in military service and recently retired from the Pentagon, having narrowly survived 9/11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Billy Pelton - My Dad's best friend from childhood who was killed in Vietnam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Larry Sundquist - My cousin who died a hero in Korea on his 18th birthday.  His death saved his unit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Andy Glick - My Step Dad who raised me and served in both the Korean Conflict and the Pacific front during WWII as a Navy navigator. And to his brothers Fred and Hank who fought on the continent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr. Porter - A Family friend who lost his legs in WWII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ron Jones - My cousin who served in the Marines during WWII and after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Philip Hopkins - My Uncle who served in the Navy in WWII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Alden Hopkins - Who could not go to war but worked a dairy farm in Carnation, Washington as an "essential worker" so that the farmer would be able to go to war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Evelyn Larimore Wilson - My Grandma's sister who was a "Rosie The Riveter" in the shipyards during WWII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ray Beigle - My Grandpa's cousin who welded ships during WWII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Albin Johnson - My great Grandpa who was born in Sweden but served his chosen country in WWI in France, Belgium and Germany with the 101st Engineers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fred Tisdale - My great Grandpa who tried to serve in WWI but was not accepted due to age.  He worked with the YMCA and relieved a male teacher so that he could go to war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Alexander Burczinski Smith - my gg Grandpa from Poland who served in the US Army in the west in the 1870s and 1880s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;William Wadsworth Hopkins, George Hopkins and Dan Gilbert Hopkins - Three brothers from my Michigan family who served in the Civil War.  Dan never came home from the Battle of South Mountain, William (my ancestor) died afterwards of Typhoid Fever and George went on to a political and military career including adjutant to Alger, the Secretary of War of the United States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Silas Wolcott, Consider Hopkins, Abraham Crittenden, Andrew Parker, James Larimore, Jonathan Kellogg and countless other familiy members (ancestors) who fought for freedom in the Revolutionary War and before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To all of YOU, I am proud and thankful.  You are all fine examples of what happens when we work together for a cause.  God bless you!&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/12387591-7077057951823192706?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/7077057951823192706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=7077057951823192706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/7077057951823192706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/7077057951823192706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/11/proud-of-veterans.html' title='Proud of Veterans!'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-2451929890423094368</id><published>2008-11-09T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:59:09.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><title type='text'>Sewing Sensibility</title><content type='html'>I have never tried a downloadable pattern before, have you? Now I have an opportunity. All I need to do is tell you about some beautiful patterns now available for &lt;a href="http://www.sensibility.com/pattern/main/?page_id=50"&gt;download&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.sensibility.com/pattern/main/"&gt;Sense and Sensibility Patterns&lt;/a&gt;. I have been drooling over these historic costume patterns for a long time. I love the beauty of 19th century clothing and now I have the chance to download. Now I have to decide if I will order the Regency gown pattern, the Regency dress for children or &lt;a href="http://www.sensibility.com/pattern/main/?page_id=41"&gt;the Edwardian Apron&lt;/a&gt;, because the Edwardian period, which is really 20th century, has some of the loveliest clothes in my opinion.  Hmm.... now where would I wear a Regency gown?  Anyone hosting a ball in the near future? :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-2451929890423094368?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/2451929890423094368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=2451929890423094368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/2451929890423094368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/2451929890423094368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/11/sewing-sensibility.html' title='Sewing Sensibility'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-7557023589014966069</id><published>2008-11-09T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:40:54.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Requests'/><title type='text'>Pray For The Persecuted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SRdVvd-oBiI/AAAAAAAAHyI/xPGS7CXKt5s/s1600-h/Truste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266772563222595106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SRdVvd-oBiI/AAAAAAAAHyI/xPGS7CXKt5s/s400/Truste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.persecution.com/"&gt;Voice of the Martyrs&lt;/a&gt; has called all Believers to pray for those who are being persecuted for their faith in Jesus Christ. More information can be found &lt;a href="http://www.persecution.com/topStory_IDOP2008.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Persecution of Believers occurs on a daily basis and even though it is rarely shown on the secular media. Do not embrace apathy, Liberty is maintained only through vigilance and in the US, Christians face attack in different ways. Pray for the persecuted and the families of the Martyrs and pray for the maintenance of Liberty and the Freedom to share His Word around the globe! A hat tip goes to Amanda who wrote an article at &lt;a href="http://www.growingingraceonline.com/2008/11/international-day-of-prayer-for.html"&gt;Growing In Grace&lt;/a&gt;, an online magazine for Christian young women for making me aware of this important cause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-7557023589014966069?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/7557023589014966069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=7557023589014966069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/7557023589014966069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/7557023589014966069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/11/pray-for-persecuted.html' title='Pray For The Persecuted'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SRdVvd-oBiI/AAAAAAAAHyI/xPGS7CXKt5s/s72-c/Truste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-8985940317021840364</id><published>2008-11-06T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:38:45.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thankful On Thursdays</title><content type='html'>Well, I planned to do gratitude lists this month and I knew I wouldn't be able to do it every day and keep up.  Then I would feel guilty about missing.  So I am doing seven things each Thursday this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am so thankful to see God working in my children's hearts and that God gives me glimpses of that work to encourage me in what some days feels like an eternal up hill battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am grateful that I can still home school my children in spite of legal attacks this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am thankful for digital scrapbooking which has given me a stress releaser and a lot of creative fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am thankful for all the health changes we have made this year and that even though I am stuck on a plateau at the moment, I have made a lot of progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am thankful for my Bible and God's word that comforts, teaches and guides me every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am thankful for the apple seeds growing on my kitchen windowsill (homeschool project).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am thankful for the man who calls me Mrs. L and loves me in spite of all my ideosyncrasies, but continually encourages me to better myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-8985940317021840364?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/8985940317021840364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=8985940317021840364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/8985940317021840364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/8985940317021840364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-on-thursdays.html' title='Thankful On Thursdays'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-7049901958595237881</id><published>2008-11-02T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:20:09.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Heritage Scrapbooking</title><content type='html'>To those who know me, or are getting to know me :o), it will be no big surprise that my favorite type of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; is heritage. From the time I was a little girl, I have loved to hear stories about the "olden days" and began researching my family history when I was 14 years old. I felt like Tasha Tudor - that I was born in the wrong century. I don't have any romantic ideas about the "olden days". It was tough and I love my modern conveniences, like this computer I'm pecking away at. But still I longed for a time and place where I would have fit in more. That is probably why I enjoyed all the hours I spent with my two grandmothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SQ5NR6sRgCI/AAAAAAAAHx8/5Px8eceQUsY/s1600-h/BeaBabyLe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264229984650756130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SQ5NR6sRgCI/AAAAAAAAHx8/5Px8eceQUsY/s400/BeaBabyLe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This layout is a baby picture of my Great Grandma Beatrice Estelle Smith who was born in Carp Lake, Emmett County, Michigan in 1905. As a child I thought it was odd that my great grandmother was only ten months older than my Grandma Hopkins. I had a lot of fun doing this layout, which is the left side of a two page spread. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; with further information will be on the right side. I used Verena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Karolyi's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://digital-scrapbook-art.com/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=1600"&gt;Tenderness&lt;/a&gt; kit, which I loved for the purple and green but also the flower elements. The tag comes from another kit, but I can't recall the name. I learned a lot doing this layout and ended up re-doing some of it after I learned that it is best to keep important elements 1/2" away from the edge for printing purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, many moons ago, I was involved in two journalism classes - newspaper and year book. These classes taught me a lot that has helped me in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;. When I taught heritage classes, I shared some of this information with my students. Most scrappers and artists tend to be eclectic. Why not? It's fun to experiment and "play" with a lot of different medium! But, when you are preparing a book (or newspaper), there needs to be some type of uniformity. This could be in the page layout, the colors, the design or other elements. Something needs to take your eye through the whole book thinking that it all belongs together as a whole. For me this is often accomplished with color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my Smith family, or at least the branch that goes with Grandma Bea, I have chosen to use purple and green and a cottage/shabby chic with a hint of Victorian design style. In addition to Verena's kit, I have chosen &lt;a href="http://www.sweetshoppedesigns.com/shoppe/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=2532"&gt;A Vintage Dream&lt;/a&gt; by Penny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Springmann&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a href="http://digizinesdzines.com/DigiShop/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=33&amp;amp;products_id=36"&gt;Champs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lavande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Teri Hanson at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Digizines&lt;/span&gt;. You can see how they have similar styles and colors. A nice book can be made with one kit. However, I find that if you mix kits appropriately (i.e. you wouldn't likely use Victorian on one page and modern graphics on the next), this will keep the eye and mind visually stimulated with subtle differences as you move throughout the book without looking monotonous or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;homogenous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am new to digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;, I wasn't sure what I would find for heritage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; papers and elements, but I am pleasantly surprised by what is out there. Most of the galleries and forums have a "heritage" section that is filled with amazing art and ideas. Some even have heritage challenges, which I would like to participate in, in the future, when I am a little more oriented with what I am doing. I thought I would list a few options here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digizinesdzines.com/DigiShop/index.php?main_page=index"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Digizine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;DigiShop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a great first stop. Teri Hanson and Jean Daugherty are incredible artists. I highly recommend Jean's &lt;a href="http://digizinesdzines.com/DigiShop/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;cPath=69"&gt;Heritage Chest kits&lt;/a&gt;. Volume one has pages where you can fill in your pedigree and awesome tree "stamps" that make gorgeous patterned papers using blending modes in the layers palette. It's quite easy to do and if you get this kit, I will help you if you need assistance. For me it would have been worth it for the lovely tree, which reminds me of the 500 year old oak trees in northern California. The tree could be used on other papers if you did not like the papers in the kit, but she does include the papers in several color families so you are likely to find something that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned above, I am using one of Teri's kits for my Smith line, but she has many other beautiful ones as well. I could drip all kinds of adjectives, drooling on my keyboard as I go through their site. They have some great sales going on right now for digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; day, but they will not last long! While you are there be sure to check out &lt;a href="http://digizinesdzines.com/OurFamily/"&gt;Teri's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://digizinesdzines.com/MyFamilyTree/"&gt;Jean's&lt;/a&gt; family heritage blogs. Be sure to check out Teri's links and layouts and Jean is currently highlighting layouts from the Heritage Chest kit I mentioned above. At the moment, each has a free gift to download too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Tenderness%3C/a"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heritagescrap.com/shop/"&gt;Heritage Scrap&lt;/a&gt; is a bit like the "mall" of heritage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; resources. You can stroll through the aisles and see heritage appropriate kits in several artistic styles. In addition to shopping they have galleries, forum and &lt;a href="http://www.heritagescrap.com/Blog/index.php"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. This is where I first learned about Jean and Teri and another designer... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lynn Griffin at &lt;a href="http://www.digital-scrap-boutique.com/"&gt;Digital-Scrap-Boutique&lt;/a&gt;. She and Linda Cumberland have a similar style and I loved almost everything I saw there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dustybear.com/shoppe/"&gt;Dusty Bear&lt;/a&gt; is a charming little shop I found on the Treasure Hunt this weekend. It's worth a second look!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dapperdoxie.com/shop/"&gt;The Dapper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Doxie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is another little shop I came across on the Treasure Hunt. How can you resist a cute shop like that? She doesn't have a lot, but what she does have is nice. I have bookmarked her to see what she comes up with in the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.scrappersguide.com/store/home.php"&gt;Scrapper's Guide&lt;/a&gt; has many wonderful kits that would be suitable for heritage, including the recent October kit and one earlier this year called English Garden (June I think).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While &lt;a href="http://kbandfriends.com/store/home.php"&gt;KB And Friends&lt;/a&gt; is not an heritage specific site, I found lots to love there. The Little Jake collection of papers and elements have a lot of potential for heritage layouts and I chose &lt;a href="http://kbandfriends.com/store/product.php?productid=16707&amp;amp;cat=250&amp;amp;page=2"&gt;Mother's Kitchen&lt;/a&gt; as a starting point for a family history/cookbook project.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.digitalscrapbookplace.com/"&gt;Digital Scrapbook Place&lt;/a&gt; has a heritage section and also appropriate elements all throughout the shop. They have a lot of smaller kits too. The quality of their kits varies by designer, so look closely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designerdigitals.com/ecom/products_new.php"&gt;Designer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Digitals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has so many lovely kits. On their site you choose to look by designer. Katie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pertiet&lt;/span&gt; has some fun vintage childhood designs and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;botanicals&lt;/span&gt; kits would be marvelous! I have one with her roses that I will use in pictures of Grandma Hopkins who loved anything pink, but especially roses. Several designers there have a 70s retro look - and some people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; right now - the 70s is their heritage! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Kellie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Mize&lt;/span&gt; has an architectural kit and some nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;botanicals&lt;/span&gt; that would also work well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twopeasinabucket.com/search.asp?query=heritage&amp;amp;index"&gt;2Peas In A Bucket&lt;/a&gt; has extensive galleries. Search for "heritage" and you will have lots of inspiration.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scrapbooking-heaven.de/shop/index.php?main_page=index"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; Heaven&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.weedsandwildflowersdesign.com/"&gt;Weeds and Wildflowers&lt;/a&gt; are great places to get photo realistic flowers to decorate your pages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jenu-designs.com/store/"&gt;Jen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ulasiewicz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; also has photo real flowers, but look at her &lt;a href="http://jenu-designs.com/store/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;cPath=20&amp;amp;zenid=4b9e6781d1cf4c0e38054fac2c6916bb"&gt;"stamps"&lt;/a&gt; ! Aren't they awesome for heritage pages?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stoneaccentsstudio.com/store/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;cPath=10&amp;amp;zenid=bccff9cf980c4f7d09df832d1dc77280"&gt;Stone Accent Studios&lt;/a&gt; has a good heritage selection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digitalresourceheaven.com/store/"&gt;Digital Resource Heaven&lt;/a&gt; has some cute vintage clip art looking sets.  I like the Thanksgiving one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I'm sure I've missed something, but it's hours since I posted this and now it's time to sleep! :o)  This will get you started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Tenderness%3C/a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-7049901958595237881?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/7049901958595237881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=7049901958595237881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/7049901958595237881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/7049901958595237881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/11/heritage-scrapbooking.html' title='Heritage Scrapbooking'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SQ5NR6sRgCI/AAAAAAAAHx8/5Px8eceQUsY/s72-c/BeaBabyLe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-3188211340862634958</id><published>2008-11-02T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:15:02.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Another Source</title><content type='html'>If you would like to watch (seeing is believing - in some things!), &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;You Tube&lt;/a&gt; has some decent videos on digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;.  Just type "digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;" into their search engine and enjoy!  Remember, as always, use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;discretion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-3188211340862634958?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/3188211340862634958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=3188211340862634958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/3188211340862634958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/3188211340862634958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-source.html' title='Another Source'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-5108942616797238620</id><published>2008-11-02T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:36:56.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Digital Scrapbooking Magazines</title><content type='html'>Well, Digital Scrapbook Day/Weekend continues. I was able to complete all five of the treasure trails, which was fun. The only frustrating part was that 4 shared was down this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all dragging and it was a long day with plumbing issues from start to finish. Praise God they were able to be taken care of for $12 including a $6 flashlight and Hubby's elbow grease. Wouldn't you know, we had record rainfall yesterday! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; By the time he got done, he really deserved the HOT shower that he worked so hard to make possible! We also had toilets overflow. We're not sure if it was girls who like T.P. or because of the storm and we are at the end of one of the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today we have chosen a Sabbath of Rest. We do that from time to time, and no, we don't feel guilty about it at all! :o) Sometimes it is necessary. Hubby starts back up a full, long day tomorrow with his regular job, his tutoring job and teaching at U of P at night, so I'm glad he's resting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wasn't this post titled "Digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; Magazines"? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been a big fan of Simple Scrapbooks, I became a charter subscriber to &lt;a href="http://www.creatingkeepsakes.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=viewmagazine&amp;amp;id=6&amp;amp;Itemid=63"&gt;Digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; Magazine&lt;/a&gt;. Soon I became discouraged because mostly it just showed layouts and what kits they used but very little how to. I think they now include more. And it would have probably helped if I had known a little more too. At the time it was all a big overwhelming mystery! I see now their website has a gallery, community, shop, etc. I will give them another try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbookdimensions.com/main/index.php?option=com_frontpage&amp;amp;Itemid=10070"&gt;Scrapbook Dimensions&lt;/a&gt; is a new to me magazine that I tried for the first time this week. I really wanted Weeds and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wildfowers&lt;/span&gt;' whimsical new kit &lt;a href="http://weedsandwildflowersdesign.com/shoppe/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=285&amp;amp;zenid=27268d01d3e3ca0064f2869721ebe309"&gt;Just Earthy&lt;/a&gt;. It's on special now for $5.60 and normally is $8. They had a note on the description (wonderful of them!) saying that the kit was also available in Volume 2, Issue 3 of Scrapbook Dimensions. You subscribe online and it says that you can save a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pdf&lt;/span&gt; (which didn't work for me?) or print (way too many pics!). But it is available until March 4, 3007, so I think I will have time to access it! :o) Normally it is $7.99 an issue (yearly rates also available), but this was on special for $6 and included a FREE download for the Just Earthy kit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside there was an article about the Weeds and Wildflowers gals - a Mom and her two daughters, how neat! I loved the fact that the mom didn't allow the girls to have coloring books... only white paper to draw and color and use their own imaginations. She exposed them to art and theater in the Seattle area and always played music. Gee, she could have been a Charlotte Mason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;homeschooler&lt;/span&gt;! :o) It was fun to hear the background of someone whose designs you appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Justy&lt;/span&gt; Earthy, there is another digital kit and lots of tutorials, so it was definitely worth the $6.00. Now I just need to get used to the online format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digitalscrapbookartisanguild.com/guild/notebook.shtml"&gt;Digital Artisan Notebook&lt;/a&gt; is the only digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; magazine I have subscribed to at this point. You join the Digital Scrapbook Artisan Guild and the magazine comes with it. Several vendors also offer singles issues for sale. The kits that come with it are incredible works of art, no cheap freebies there! Membership can be purchased in 3 month increments, which is nice. There are articles, tutorials, free downloads and coupons. Each issue can be downloaded in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pdf&lt;/span&gt; format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bellascraps.com/"&gt;Bella Scraps&lt;/a&gt; is a little less graphic, softer, gentler on the eyes than some of the digital magazines. I received a free January 08 issue at one of the scrap stores online, but I'm sorry to say that I do not remember which one! Same types of info - free kits, articles, how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tos&lt;/span&gt; etc. This magazine can be downloaded in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pdf&lt;/span&gt; format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digitalartistmagazine.com/"&gt;Digital Artist Magazine&lt;/a&gt; was the first magazine that I downloaded in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pdf&lt;/span&gt;. There is so much in this that I haven't finished reading! It has the same type of information as the others, but seems to be more advanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://readysetcreate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ready-Set-Create&lt;/a&gt; is another magazine that I would describe as simpler.  That's not a derogatory term.  There are different focuses in art.  Some are really WILD!  Some are complex, some simpler.  What I like about this magazine is that it describes a lot of different uses for digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; besides just pages for a scrapbook AND it is inexpensive.  As a matter of fact, you can try it right now in the next couple of days for $2.  You download it as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pdf&lt;/span&gt; and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any other recommendations... I'm all ears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-5108942616797238620?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/5108942616797238620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=5108942616797238620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5108942616797238620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5108942616797238620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/11/digital-scrapbooking-magazines.html' title='Digital Scrapbooking Magazines'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-410762385231431838</id><published>2008-11-01T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:04:37.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Digital Scrapbooking Blogs</title><content type='html'>The following are listed in random order. I have not read every inch of each of these blogs, so use discretion (as you should with any blog!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flamingo-amanda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda Thorderson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coliescorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Colie's Corner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digizinesdzines.com/Blog/"&gt;Digizine Shop Blog&lt;/a&gt; This displays only the current post, so make sure you check out other links. Great heritage ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kathrynsdigitaldesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kathryn's Digital Designs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karlas-digi-scrappin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lifesong Creations by Karla&lt;/a&gt; This designer is a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetshoppedesigns.com/blog/"&gt;Sweet Shoppe Designs Store Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://catscrap.com/blog/"&gt;Cat Scrap Shop Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beckyhiggins.com/blog/"&gt;Becky Higgins&lt;/a&gt; She is primarily a paper scrapper, but I have been following her for 10+ years. She has a clean but artistic style and is highly organized. Her scrap room is "to die for". I highly recommend her layout sketch books which gives ideas for layout designs based on the amount of pictures you have 1-20+! These work no matter your artistic style. They are available in scrapbook stores, at the Creating Keepsakes site and sometimes on Amazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creative-dreams.net/blog/"&gt;Creative Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digiscrapalicious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Digiscrapalicious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekreativekarma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kreative Karma&lt;/a&gt; A faithbooker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://willrownco.blogspot.com/"&gt;Willro N Company&lt;/a&gt; Another faithbooker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digitalscrapbookplace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Digital Scrapbook Place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joannebriseboisdesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joanne Brisebois&lt;/a&gt; She designed the beautiful October kit for Scrapper's Guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://juliescraps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie Marie Designs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.mellowbutterfly.com/"&gt;Mellow Butterfly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heritagescraps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle's Heritage Scrapbook Pages&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scchua.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Little Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shabbyprincess.typepad.com/shabby_princess/"&gt;Shabby Princess Shop Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedigidares.com/"&gt;Digi-Dare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scrapbookgraphics.com/mayasweb/"&gt;Being Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nature-gals.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nature Gals&lt;/a&gt; Jen Ulasiewicz' blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stacysbigpicture.typepad.com/"&gt;Altogether Too Happy&lt;/a&gt; (I would be too! Did you see the big brownie on her header, yum!) This is Stacy Julian, founding editor of Simple Scrapbooks magazines and author of the design book I used to use in teaching basic scrapbooking concepts. She is primarily a paper scrapper, but has awesome ideas for using pictures and emphasizes telling the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amyedwards.com/"&gt;Amy Edwards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://annaaspnes.typepad.com/"&gt;Anna Aspnes&lt;/a&gt; I can say I knew her when! LOL Though she wouldn't have a clue who I was. I loved the layouts she did on 2Peas in a bucket using MS Digital Image Pro from her time being stationed in Japan. The photography was so beautiful and her layouts had the appearance of being in a big glossy, expensive magazine! I wrote and asked her a few questions and she was really kind in answering. Now she's a designer with a fesh graphic style and she also blog about her life with an Asperger's Syndrome child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://candaceduffyjones.com/"&gt;Blogging Life As It Comes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://katiepertiet.typepad.com/"&gt;Cherish Each Day&lt;/a&gt; Designer Katie Pertiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digiguild.typepad.com/creativegigis/"&gt;Creative Gigis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diannerigdon.com/blog/"&gt;Dianne Rigdon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digitalcreationsfrommillstreamcottage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Digital Creations From Millstream Cottage&lt;/a&gt; Brenda Mascari, she has an awesome Navy benefit kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heatherannmelzer.typepad.com/"&gt;Heather Ann Melzer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heritagescrap.com/Blog/index.php"&gt;Heritage Scrap Shop Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spraguelab.squarespace.com/"&gt;Sprague Lab&lt;/a&gt; Jessica Sprague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alteredscrapbooking.com/Blog/"&gt;Altered Scrapbooking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lescrapdangie.canalblog.com/"&gt;Le Digiscrap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://livestories.wordpress.com/"&gt;LivE Simply&lt;/a&gt; Tons of Freebies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://paisleepress.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paislee Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbookideas.wordpress.com/"&gt;Scrapbook Ideas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shutterfly.typepad.com/"&gt;Shutterfly Digiscrap Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kate_teague.typepad.com/kate_teague/"&gt;Create Kate, Living Life The Creative Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.donnadowney.typepad.com/"&gt;Simply Me, Donna Downey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://steinwaysmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steinway's Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tangiebaxter.typepad.com/"&gt;Tangie Baxter Designs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whollyscrap.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wholly Scrap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.verena-online.info/blog/"&gt;Verena Karolyi&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite designers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiekeltje.blogspot.com/"&gt;With A Russian Dutch Flair&lt;/a&gt; I see her November 1 post has a list of freebies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yesteryear-memories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yesteryear Memories&lt;/a&gt; A New Zealander with lots of heritage layouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!  That's enough for now.  It should provide you with some inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-410762385231431838?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/410762385231431838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=410762385231431838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/410762385231431838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/410762385231431838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/11/digital-scrapbooking-blogs.html' title='Digital Scrapbooking Blogs'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-3736334142271137095</id><published>2008-11-01T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:08:47.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Some Fun Sites</title><content type='html'>One of the fun things for me in learning digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; is exploring my eclectic side. Those of you who know me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IRL&lt;/span&gt; know that I am pretty conservative and a nerd! But I have a fun playful side that usually only those who know me best have witnessed. In my creativity, I struggle with being rigid, keeping things neat and just so. I am trying to "loosen up" and push the envelope a little and slowly it's coming. My work is far from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;avante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;garde&lt;/span&gt;, but I am playing with some grungy things, some whimsy and a little bit of what is called "realistic" (Generally incorporating a "real" photograph of something into the design, like having a picture of your child looking through a design element which is an actual window. It's hard to explain, but actually quite simple). Now I'd like to share a few sites that let me get my eclectic urges out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weedsandwildflowersdesign.com/"&gt;Weeds and Wildflowers&lt;/a&gt; I love that their real pressed flowers are all about the lovely things their Grandma made with flowers from her own garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scrapbooking-heaven.de/shop/index.php?main_page=index"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; Heaven&lt;/a&gt; is a German site with all kinds of funky stuff. A little bit of her stuff goes a long ways for me. The key word is moderation. But it's wonderful. I used her work on my &lt;a href="http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/six-generations.html"&gt;Legacy of Love&lt;/a&gt; layout. Be sure to click on the British flag to read the site in English! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.digital-scrapbook-art.com/"&gt;Digital Scrapbook Art&lt;/a&gt; is another German site (with English available).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jenu-designs.com/store/"&gt;Jen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ulasiewicz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has a Polish name but this site is American! She has a unique style of her own and I love it! Check out her &lt;a href="http://jenu-designs.com/store/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;cPath=20&amp;amp;zenid=4fcb789d9099887a9f5ee5302558fe73"&gt;brushes&lt;/a&gt; which would be great for heritage layouts.  I have been learning how to blend these to create unique and interesting background papers.  She has a lot of live images of flowers and leaves that are very beautiful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these sites are having specials for the weekend in honor of National Digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; Day.  Check them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-3736334142271137095?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/3736334142271137095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=3736334142271137095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/3736334142271137095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/3736334142271137095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-fun-sites.html' title='Some Fun Sites'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-5374727785448870462</id><published>2008-11-01T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:11:26.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Why Digital?</title><content type='html'>Some people have wondered why I would want to do digital since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; is such a tactile art.  That is one of the reasons I will probably always do some paper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;. If you only knew how many boxes and boxes and boxes of memorabilia and photographs I own!!!   This winter and spring I hope to go through all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; supplies, photographs and memorabilia so that they can be organized in a sensible manner and I can decide which things to keep and which to pass on or sell and also which to scrap with paper and which to scrap digitally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; offers the following advantages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  You can use items or elements on a page that look 3D like a collage, that you would never use in a paper scrapbook, or at least I wouldn't.  I know there is a lot of crazy stuff in scrapbooks these days, but if you are trying to preserve photos, that stuff is counter productive.  It looks cool though.  Now I can use those things on a digital layout.  Lumpy bumpy items, real flowers, metal items and poky things can all look wonderful in a collage setting but be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;damaged&lt;/span&gt; to actual photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It is easier to share copies of your work.  For me this is important because I am the family historian in our family.... on all sides.  I am the keeper of the "stuff".  This way I can put together actual books and have them printed without having to do it over and over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I already take digital pictures.  This form of scrapping allows me to use them from my camera and size them any way I wish.  I don't have to wait until I can afford to get them printed to start playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  As I learn how to do more things in the photo editing software, I am able to make some of my own elements and backgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I feel more free to experiment.  It doesn't cost me anymore because I don't have to print if I don't want to.  I won't damage materials if I don't like what I initially chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When I don't have space to work or store lots of materials, I can still work on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;... it's right there on the computer! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  The sky is the limit!  I can grow and grow and grow with this format.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-5374727785448870462?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/5374727785448870462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=5374727785448870462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5374727785448870462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5374727785448870462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-digital.html' title='Why Digital?'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-1399426068904474693</id><published>2008-11-01T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:37:17.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Getting Started</title><content type='html'>Ruth wanted to know about getting started... good point. In this &lt;a href="http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-birthday-scrapbook-pages.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; I mentioned briefly that I am using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt; Elements 6 and the CD course from &lt;a href="http://www.scrappersguide.com/"&gt;Scrapper's Guide&lt;/a&gt;. This week we updated to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt; Elements 7 for two reasons. The first is that there are some advanced photo editing abilities in the new version that were previously only available in the full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;, which we can't afford. The second is that Costco has an awesome deal right now - $79.99 for the software which includes Scrapper's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Guide's&lt;/span&gt; new training CD which includes a "My Story" set to tell your own personal history. I believe the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt; sell for about $29, so if you were wanting to buy one and don't have the photo software, now would be the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For general photo editing and most scrapbook page building, all of the major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;softwares&lt;/span&gt; are pretty equal. If you are doing more advanced photo editing, look into Adobe's products. They are popular for a reason. They work! My opinion, but I am joined by a lot of professional photographer's in that. I have seen some amazing work done in Microsoft's Digital Image Pro. I would say second in popularity is Paint Shop Pro and I have seen quite a few people use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ACDSee&lt;/span&gt;. Some people have used &lt;a href="http://www.gimp.org/"&gt;GIMP&lt;/a&gt; which is a free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;software&lt;/span&gt; imaging program. I have no experience with that - Amy do you want to weigh in? Both Microsoft and Adobe offer free trial versions, generally for 30 days. Others might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twopeasinabucket.com/article.asp"&gt;Two Peas In a Bucket&lt;/a&gt; has great articles on getting started. I have had my current account there since 2003 but have been hanging out there since they started about 1999. They draw from a wealth of knowledge in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; community (paper and digital, photography, arts etc.). It's a fun place to spend some time. Yes, you can spend money there as well, but they have a lot of free kits and their information is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For help on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt; Elements, I can not recommend highly enough, &lt;a href="http://www.scottkelby.com/"&gt;Scott Kelby&lt;/a&gt;, who is my favorite photo guru. :o) How can you not love a man who in each of his books credits his Lord Jesus and the Mama of his babies (his wife)?! He is considered THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt; guru and has online photo courses that Hubby and I plan on taking. This &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Photoshop-Elements-Digital-Photographers-Voices/dp/0321524640/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1225575006&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; is what I use with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;PSE&lt;/span&gt; 6. The instructions are with photos of what he is actually doing and the instructions are step by step and make sense. His books are a little expensive, but they are WORTH about 5 of the other books available on the same subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When getting started doing digital, for me "seeing is believing". Watching Linda do the different steps made sense. Others might learn by reading. You might check your library. Also CK Media has put out several special issues on digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; and have a &lt;a href="http://www.creatingkeepsakes.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=viewmagazine&amp;amp;id=6&amp;amp;Itemid=63"&gt;Magazine&lt;/a&gt;. Most of the major scrap sites do have free tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT an expert, so I don't want to come across as a "know it all", it's just that many have commented on wishing to learn about it.  I thought it would be fun to do together.  By all means, give me any suggestions, tips etc that you have found.  I'm all ears! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-1399426068904474693?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/1399426068904474693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=1399426068904474693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/1399426068904474693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/1399426068904474693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-5069201174448338579</id><published>2008-11-01T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:36:15.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>More Tips On Free Or Discounted Digital Scrapbooking Kits</title><content type='html'>I thought it might be helpful to make a list of some of the ways that you can receive free digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; kits and elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the previous post, I provided several links.  Here are ways that I found them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Use a search engine for the web and type in "free digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;" and you can be checking links for hours... maybe days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  When you like the style of a particular designer or shop, sign up for their newsletter.  Usually they send out coupons, discount codes and email you whenever they are having a sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Find out when your favorite designer or site releases new kits.  Generally at that time, they are on sale for 10-30% off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Find out if your designer or shop has a specials day.  For instance, once a week Sweet Shoppe sends out an email for their Saturday specials.  Some I have seen pretty much every day but Sunday and Monday covered at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Book mark the blog of your favorite designers and shops.  Many times they will release freebies there or will have add-on and mini kits that coordinate with those they sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Enter contests and challenges on digital sites, blogs and forums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Read threads on the forums.  Sometimes designers post there for loyal users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Look at the coupons and announcements that are included in each kit.  Sometimes they include discount coupons or links to free add-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ons&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Purchase a digital magazine, which usually comes with free designer kits.  More on that in a separate post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some notes on Freebies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free or not, they are COPYRIGHTED.  Make sure you read the Terms of Use (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TOU&lt;/span&gt;) which will tell you what legal ways you can use it.  Just because it is free does not mean you can pass it along to your friends.  Instead tell your friends where the link is and they can download it themselves.  You might not agree, but it is the law and using or copying outside the intended purposes is ILLEGAL and considered PIRACY.  So please don't ask me to share.  (I also don't copy my knitting and sewing patterns or books and music as a photographer and creative explorer, I respect others' work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, be careful.  There is such a thing as "too much of a good thing."  Download it if you like it or know you can and will use an element or paper from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, not all freebies are equal.  Sometimes freebies are a designer's first efforts and they are trying to get their good work out there.  Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's not.  Some freebies are JUNK!  Some freebies are beautiful art.  Sometimes the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;adage&lt;/span&gt; of "you get what you pay for" rings true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-5069201174448338579?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/5069201174448338579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=5069201174448338579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5069201174448338579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5069201174448338579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-tips-on-free-or-discounted-digital.html' title='More Tips On Free Or Discounted Digital Scrapbooking Kits'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-506211648391119576</id><published>2008-11-01T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:02:25.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Digital Scrapbooking... Next To Nothing</title><content type='html'>I started this post last week. I'm not going to finish it! LOL It grew and grew and grew and grew... and I could spend days making it grow more. There are a lot of generous designers out there. If you are just getting started in digital scrapbooking, you can do a lot with the free kits and then once you know what you like and how to do it, you will know what you would like to buy. Also, If I like a designer and I use a lot of their freebies, I think it's only fair to repay their generosity by buying a kit or two from them. Likely, most of them are Moms and small businesses, not corporate big wigs and they are working hard to grow their design business. Have fun looking at the links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faithsisters.com/shop/"&gt;Faith Sisters&lt;/a&gt; is a great site of Christian designers. Many kits have Scripture word art or papers themed to life events in the church, like baptism, communion and missionary service. They also carry regular themed kits as well. They have 84 &lt;a href="http://faithsisters.com/shop/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;cPath=1&amp;amp;zenid=6c30ddb77b041aabf4b56e8474169a38"&gt;Freebies&lt;/a&gt; in a variety of categories and currently have 34 items in the &lt;a href="http://faithsisters.com/shop/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;cPath=159"&gt;dollar bin&lt;/a&gt;. Their &lt;a href="http://faithsisters.com/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=14&amp;amp;products_id=1398"&gt;Sisterly Love&lt;/a&gt; mega collaboration kit is $10 but the money goes to their World Vision child, Genesis and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digital-scrapbook-art.com/shop/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;language=en&amp;amp;zenid=7eec0b00ff58d242495e390f0d3fde0c"&gt;Digital Scrapbook Art&lt;/a&gt;, a German site, which you can view in English, is one of my favorite sites and I have used several kits from Verena Karolyi, a designer featured there. Currently, if you spend $10 you will be sent a coupon code to receive their Autumn Harvest Mega Kit, free! Check out the &lt;a href="http://digital-scrapbook-art.com/shop/index.php?main_page=specials"&gt;Specials Page&lt;/a&gt; for some incredible deals! Their &lt;a href="http://digital-scrapbook-art.com/shop/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;cPath=60"&gt;Limited Freebies Page&lt;/a&gt; has some free page kits which are fun to use when you are just getting started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shabbyprincess.com/"&gt;Shabby Princess&lt;/a&gt; is a charming little shop where the downloads are free! The kits are of a nice quality and worth downloading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digiscrapbook.net/store/index.php?act=viewCat&amp;amp;catId=29"&gt;Digi Scrapbook&lt;/a&gt; is a French Canadienne store (if it comes up in French, there is a place on the lower left to switch to English). This links to two pages of free sets and quick pages. They have some lovely sets in their regular store, including several pages in their &lt;a href="http://www.digiscrapbook.net/store/index.php?act=viewCat&amp;amp;catId=51"&gt;dollar section&lt;/a&gt; . The dollar kits are actually slightly less than a dollar in American $. One thing to note, a few of the files come in a zipped format from a different type of software. When I tried to open, Windows Solutions gave me a site where I could download a trial use of the software that opened it. I then unzipped the file and kept a copy of the unzipped kit for future use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sign up for &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;RAK Scraps&lt;/a&gt; you receive an email each month for a free download that is available from the 15th to the end of the month. Sometimes the kits are really neat and sometimes I could honestly pass. But these are given as RAKs so I am thankful people are willing to do something like this. Check out the site for free tutorials as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;a href="http://www.scrapwow.com/"&gt;Scrap Wow&lt;/a&gt; is a sister site to RAK Scraps as I first signed up here and then learned about RAK from them. You purchase a year membership which was $19.99 and with that you receive a lot of freebies initially including some ebooks and mega kits. Then each month there is a new kit. This was a good way for me to start out, but now after finding all the cool sites, I don't know that I would sign up for it again. That being said, I have received some lovely kits from here from designers who I have seen on the bigger sites. I surmise that many designers start out with places like RAK and Scrap Wow, then move on as they improve and become more well known. Noteworthy on this site are the beginner tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cottagearts-net.stores.yahoo.net/index.html"&gt;Cottage Arts&lt;/a&gt; has a &lt;a href="http://cottagearts-net.stores.yahoo.net/simply1.html"&gt;Simply $1&lt;/a&gt; section filled with goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digitalscrapbookplace.com/university/Scrapping101/basics.shtml"&gt;Digital Scrapbook Place&lt;/a&gt; has a newbie 101 that answers some questions and if you sign up for an account you can access downloads through their "Freebie Gallery".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shabbypickledesigns.com/boutique/home.php"&gt;Shabby Pickle&lt;/a&gt; has a section called &lt;a href="http://www.shabbypickledesigns.com/boutique/home.php?cat=268"&gt;Free With Purchase&lt;/a&gt; so that you can see which ones of their designs come with exta freebies. Usually it is something like buying the kit and getting an extra set of embellishments free or extra papers or a quick page. Don't forget to check &lt;a href="http://www.shabbypickledesigns.com/boutique/home.php?cat=260"&gt;The Pickle Barrel&lt;/a&gt; for bargains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scrapartist.com/index.html"&gt;Scrap Artist&lt;/a&gt; is another of my favorite haunts. They have beginner forums with lots of free tutorials and a &lt;a href="http://www.scrapartist.com/gallery/showgallery.php?cat=538"&gt;Freebie Section&lt;/a&gt;. Check out their galleries for some awesome art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I can't leave out &lt;a href="http://www.freedigitalscrapbooking.com/"&gt;Free Digital Scrapbooking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-506211648391119576?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/506211648391119576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=506211648391119576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/506211648391119576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/506211648391119576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/digital-scrapbooking-next-to-nothing.html' title='Digital Scrapbooking... Next To Nothing'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-7495403079460244236</id><published>2008-11-01T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:53:24.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>National Digital Scrapbooking Day</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone! Today, November 1 is National Digital Scrapbooking Day, who knew? :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been participating in a Treasure Hunt at &lt;a href="http://pixelguild.com/"&gt;Pixel Guild&lt;/a&gt; and there is also a huge shop hop with great sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I can today I will be posting information about digital scrapbooking. Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-7495403079460244236?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/7495403079460244236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=7495403079460244236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/7495403079460244236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/7495403079460244236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/11/national-digital-scrapbooking-day.html' title='National Digital Scrapbooking Day'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-4785823495583687907</id><published>2008-10-31T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:52:59.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith On Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Faith on Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.  Psalm 118:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11 Now what I am commanding you today is not too difficult for you or beyond your reach. 12 It is not up in heaven, so that you have to ask, "Who will ascend into heaven to get it and proclaim it to us so we may obey it?" 13 Nor is it beyond the sea, so that you have to ask, "Who will cross the sea to get it and proclaim it to us so we may obey it?" 14 No, the word is very near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart so you may obey it.&lt;br /&gt; 15 See, I set before you today life and prosperity, death and destruction. 16 For I command you today to love the LORD your God, to walk in his ways, and to keep his commands, decrees and laws; then you will live and increase, and the LORD your God will bless you in the land you are entering to possess.&lt;br /&gt; 17 But if your heart turns away and you are not obedient, and if you are drawn away to bow down to other gods and worship them, 18 I declare to you this day that you will certainly be destroyed. You will not live long in the land you are crossing the Jordan to enter and possess.&lt;br /&gt; 19 This day I call heaven and earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live 20 and that you may love the LORD your God, listen to his voice, and hold fast to him. For the LORD is your life, and he will give you many years in the land he swore to give to your fathers, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. Deuteronomy 30:11-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;16Again, the gift of God is not like the result of the one man's sin: The judgment followed one sin and brought condemnation, but the gift followed many trespasses and brought justification. 17For if, by the trespass of the one man, death reigned through that one man, how much more will those who receive God's abundant provision of grace and of the gift of righteousness reign in life through the one man, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt; 18Consequently, just as the result of one trespass was condemnation for all men, so also the result of one act of righteousness was justification that brings life for all men. Romans 5:16-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. John 14:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-4785823495583687907?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/4785823495583687907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=4785823495583687907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4785823495583687907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4785823495583687907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/faith-on-friday_31.html' title='Faith on Friday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-4114517537908855608</id><published>2008-10-29T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:48:37.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Artisans'/><title type='text'>Yes, I Actually Still Knit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SQkeaDUvrfI/AAAAAAAAHx0/tBx7NxSZg9g/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262771072476884466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SQkeaDUvrfI/AAAAAAAAHx0/tBx7NxSZg9g/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Tina from &lt;a href="http://takeheartfarm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Take Heart Farm&lt;/a&gt; and my Christian Artisans group surprised me with a lovely box full of fibers to spin and three skeins of her own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handspun&lt;/span&gt;.  You could have knocked me over with a feather, I was so surprised.  Some of the lovely fibers were things I have never spun, but have wanted to, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Teeswater&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cormo&lt;/span&gt; and there was the most luscious gray Shetland I have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo doesn't give justice to this beautiful yarn.  The colors changes are softer and more subtle but the flash sharpens that all up.  I started making a Calorimetry (head band from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Knitty&lt;/span&gt;) and as I saw how the colors unfolded, I knew it had to become something else... can you guess what it is?  I'm starting with the variegated and finishing with the natural brown.  I need to find out from Tina what fibers are in this.  It's so soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh!  Too bad I can't have any more babies... this would be a beautiful Baby Surprise Jacket (from Elizabeth Zimmermann).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-4114517537908855608?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/4114517537908855608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=4114517537908855608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4114517537908855608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4114517537908855608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-i-actually-still-knit.html' title='Yes, I Actually Still Knit!'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SQkeaDUvrfI/AAAAAAAAHx0/tBx7NxSZg9g/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-8910114868870538884</id><published>2008-10-29T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:55:27.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wellness Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Wellness Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Wednesday and I survived. Phew! What a day! I am happy to report I am down another pound. This is especially exciting since I was given the go ahead to start my exercising again and then was unable to start due to some other medical things going on and some increased pain. Today the PT Assistent gave me some different exercises to do and I go back next week to speak with the actual Physical Therapist. After that my Hubby and I will pray about the next step as far as whether or not to do surgery. As uncomfortable as the knee continues to be, it's the bursitis because of knee malfunction and lack of exercise that is actually the most painful! So, no exercising this week... but hopefully soon. I am so missing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the appointment the kids and I went to a park nearby. It was nice to sit outside and not sweat or broil, though the sky still has the tannish smog cast to it, hanging over the city. We are expecting a rain storm coming in and I am actually excited and energized. Crazy I know, but I love the refreshing that comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nothing else new on the wellness front, BUT, I have to tell you that my &lt;a href="http://arkadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt; has continued to walk with the Leslie Sansone DVD and she has LOST 16 pounds!!!!  Way to go Mom!  I am so PROUD of you.  She is new to blogging, why don't you go over and congratulate her!  (I don't think her comments are set up to be able to answer, but I know she will appreciate the encouragement!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-8910114868870538884?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/8910114868870538884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=8910114868870538884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/8910114868870538884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/8910114868870538884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/wellness-wednesday_29.html' title='Wellness Wednesday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-5427199430247535353</id><published>2008-10-28T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:24:43.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>On Faith and Politics</title><content type='html'>While I openly share my faith here, I do try to avoid politics.  In general I hate them and consider them a "necessary evil."  I hate the lies, the compromising, the system - it doesn't matter what candidate or party, you have to admit, politics are basically "dirty".  My Mom sent me something though that reflects what I've been reading on different blogs and hearing in discussions.  This list by Pastor Mark Cox of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sterry&lt;/span&gt; Church in Roswell Idaho, hits the nail on the head as far as I am concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten Predictions No Matter Who Wins The Election&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Bible will still have  ALL the answers.&lt;br /&gt;2. Prayer will still work.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Holy Spirit will still move.&lt;br /&gt;4. God will still inhabit the praises of His people.&lt;br /&gt;5. There will still be God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anointed&lt;/span&gt; preaching.&lt;br /&gt;6. There will be singing of praise to God.&lt;br /&gt;7. God will still pour out blessings upon His people.&lt;br /&gt;8.  There will still be room at the cross.&lt;br /&gt;9. Jesus will still love you.&lt;br /&gt;10. Jesus will still save the lost when they come to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How Great Is Our God by Chris Tomlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;VERSE(1):The splendor of a King,Clothed in majesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let all the earth rejoice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All the earth rejoice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He wraps himself in light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And darkness tries to hide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And trembles at his voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And trembles at his voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHORUS(1):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How great is our God, sing with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How great is our God,and all will see How great, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Is&lt;/span&gt; our God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;VERSE(2):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Age to age he stands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And time is in His Hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Beginning and the End, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Beginning and the End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Godhead, Three in one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Father, Spirit, Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Lion and the Lamb,The Lion and the Lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHORUS(1): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How great is our God, sing with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How great is our God,and all will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How great, How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Is&lt;/span&gt; our God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHORUS(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Name above all names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You are Worthy of all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;praise and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My heart will sing how great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is our God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHORUS(1): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How great is our God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sing with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How great is our God,and all will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How great, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Is&lt;/span&gt; our God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHORUS(1): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How great is our God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sing with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How great is our God,and all will see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How great, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is our God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pray and Vote.  Vote your conscience.  Our HOPE is in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Psalm 62&lt;br /&gt;For the director of music. For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jeduthun&lt;/span&gt;. A psalm of David.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1 My soul finds rest in God alone;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my salvation comes from him.&lt;br /&gt; 2 He alone is my rock and my salvation;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.&lt;br /&gt; 3 How long will you assault a man?        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Would all of you throw him down—        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;this leaning wall, this tottering fence?&lt;br /&gt; 4 They fully intend to topple him        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;from his lofty place;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;they take delight in lies.        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;With their mouths they bless,        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;but in their hearts they curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; 5 Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my hope comes from him.&lt;br /&gt; 6 He alone is my rock and my salvation;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.&lt;br /&gt; 7 My salvation and my honor depend on God;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;he is my mighty rock, my refuge.&lt;br /&gt; 8 Trust in him at all times, O people;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;pour out your hearts to him,        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;for God is our refuge.        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; 9 Lowborn men are but a breath,        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;the highborn are but a lie;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;if weighed on a balance, they are nothing;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;together they are only a breath.&lt;br /&gt; 10 Do not trust in extortion        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;or take pride in stolen goods;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;though your riches increase,        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;do not set your heart on them.&lt;br /&gt; 11 One thing God has spoken,        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;two things have I heard:        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;that you, O God, are strong,&lt;br /&gt; 12 and that you, O Lord, are loving.        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Surely you will reward each person        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;according to what he has done.&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/12387591-5427199430247535353?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/5427199430247535353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=5427199430247535353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5427199430247535353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5427199430247535353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-faith-and-politics.html' title='On Faith and Politics'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-5857208001359793344</id><published>2008-10-26T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:29:55.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs on Sunday'/><title type='text'>El Shaddai</title><content type='html'>Today in church we had special music when K, R and MJ played guitar and sang El Shaddai by Michael Card.  It has to be on my top list of favorites of all time.  The hauntingly beautiful music and lyrics have been part of a soundtrack of my walk with the Lord.  This was recorded by Amy Grant (as well as others, including the author Michael Card) and I don't know if it was written for her, but it suits her voice perfectly.  I have sun this song in jubilant joy and in agonizing desperation.  Considering this Friday's Faith on Friday post, I felt it fitting to choose a song about "the God who really sees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SQUu_rySpSI/AAAAAAAAHxs/ZwRWrNRncHY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261663411272590626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SQUu_rySpSI/AAAAAAAAHxs/ZwRWrNRncHY/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai, El Shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;El-Elyon na Adonai,&lt;br /&gt;Age to age You're still the same,&lt;br /&gt;By the power of the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai, El Shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;Erkamka na Adonai,&lt;br /&gt;We will praise and lift You high,&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through your love and through the ram,&lt;br /&gt;You saved the son of Abraham;&lt;br /&gt;Through the power of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;Turned the sea into dry land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the outcast on her knees,&lt;br /&gt;You were the God who really sees,&lt;br /&gt;And by Your might,&lt;br /&gt;You set Your children free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai, El Shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;El-Elyon na Adonai,&lt;br /&gt;Age to age You're still the same,&lt;br /&gt;By the power of the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai, El Shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;Erkamka na Adonai,&lt;br /&gt;We will praise and lift You high,&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years You've made it clear,&lt;br /&gt;That the time of Christ was near,&lt;br /&gt;Though the people couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;What Messiah ought to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Your Word contained the plan,&lt;br /&gt;They just could not understand&lt;br /&gt;Your most awesome work was done&lt;br /&gt;Through the frailty of Your Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai, El Shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;El-Elyon na Adonai,&lt;br /&gt;Age to age You're still the same,&lt;br /&gt;By the power of the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai, El Shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;Erkamka na Adonai,&lt;br /&gt;I will praise and lift You high,&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai, El Shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;El-Elyon na Adonai,&lt;br /&gt;Age to age You're still the same,&lt;br /&gt;By the power of the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai, El Shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;Erkamka na Adonai,&lt;br /&gt;I will praise and lift You high,&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-5857208001359793344?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/5857208001359793344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=5857208001359793344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5857208001359793344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5857208001359793344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-shaddai.html' title='El Shaddai'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SQUu_rySpSI/AAAAAAAAHxs/ZwRWrNRncHY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-3410077200857473507</id><published>2008-10-24T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:00:48.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith On Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Faith On Friday</title><content type='html'>This week's journey with Abram brings us to Genesis chapter 16 and the story of Hagar. My friend &lt;a href="http://fruitfulwords.wordpress.com/"&gt;Susan&lt;/a&gt; has a great &lt;a href="http://fruitfulwords.wordpress.com/2008/10/24/4-tips-for-waiting-on-our-god-who-moves-like-a-steady-slow-glacier/"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; today on waiting for God.  I don't think it's possible to be alive and not experience waiting for God at some point in time.  Through the years, I have lost count of how many times I have sat in God's waiting room.  Yet again, here we sit, waiting for his word on whether or not we can move back to Washington.  We've been waiting about 9 years now.  Still, I would like to hope that my Husband and I would not go to the measures that Abram and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sarai&lt;/span&gt; took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, in our day and age and in our culture, we would not find it acceptable for my Husband to acquire a concubine like Hagar.  But, can you say that you have never taken an action to rush God's timing or will?  Put in that perspective, I feel humbled.  Some of the biggest messes I have found myself in, have occurred when I tried to take over from God and figure things out myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mess Abram and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sarai&lt;/span&gt; find themselves in is a result of Abram's earlier lies and adventures in Egypt.  Hagar, an Egyptian slave, likely was one of the maidservants gifted to them by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pharaoh&lt;/span&gt;.  Can you imagine how you would feel if you had to share your home and husband with his mistress?  In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sarai's&lt;/span&gt; shoes, I think I would have wanted to scratch Hagar's eyes out.  Hagar may have taunted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sarai&lt;/span&gt;, but her conception of a child with Abram was not a sin the culture of the day.  She did as her mistress commanded her.   The law of the time allowed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sarai&lt;/span&gt; to punish Hagar, but not kill her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, I find it hard to relate to Hagar, but God showed amazing compassion and love (in spite of liberal interpretations of the Bible saying that the God of the OT was a misogynist!) to her.  She must have felt alone, abandoned, lost, scared and that quite possibly she could die on her way to Egypt or when she arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God heard Hagar's cry.  He met her in the desert and spoke with her face to face.  Our pastor  said that this is the only place in the bible where someone gives God a name - El Roi - The God Who Sees Me!  The name He gives her son - Ishmael - means God hears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How powerful is that?  I have spent most of my life feeling "invisible", insignificant and misunderstood, but the God of all the Universe sees me!  Doesn't it feel good to know that we are not really invisible, forgotten and misunderstood.  The God who created us is watching, working things together for good in our lives and sees our needs even before we can verbalize them.  My job is to trust that He does know what He is doing and to wait for His will and His timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the lesson that Abram and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sarai&lt;/span&gt; had to learn in heartache and trial.  We would do good to watch their missteps and not re-create them, but it seems like it is human nature to learn through mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see a theme here?  Abram/Abraham needs to learn to trust God.  It doesn't come naturally does it?  There are trials in life that test our trust and faith.  In the end (see Hebrews) Abraham is considered faithful and his faithfulness is credited to Him as righteousness.  Our righteousness comes from Christ alone, but it is no less important for us to believe, trust and walk in faith.  For me there is comfort in knowing that Abraham was not successful in his first test, but that he improved in time.  That means there is hope for me! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Mike has done an excellent job each week summarizing how we can apply the Biblical truths in each lesson to our lives today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We should wait patiently on God's timing to fulfill His promises.  (2 Peter 3:8-9) If we are waiting there is a good reason.  God isn't just "twiddling" His thumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We should not think that God needs our help to fulfill His promises.  (Ecclesiastes 3:11)  He makes everything beautiful in His time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We should trust God to fulfill His promises even if it will take a miracle.  (Genesis 18:14a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We should be comforted by this reminder that God sees our troubles and desires to rescue us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, he shared a quote from Dietrich Bonhoeffer, a wise Christian martyr:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But everything has its time, and the main thing is that we keep in step with God, and do not keep on pressing a few steps ahead - nor keep dawdling a step behind.  It's presumptuous to want everything at once..."&lt;/strong&gt;  (Letters and Papers From Prison, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, page 169)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-3410077200857473507?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/3410077200857473507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=3410077200857473507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/3410077200857473507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/3410077200857473507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/faith-on-friday_24.html' title='Faith On Friday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-5017414556549654764</id><published>2008-10-23T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:03:35.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Johnson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Treasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Hopkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heritage Albums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genealogy'/><title type='text'>Scrapbooking</title><content type='html'>Some of you who are just getting to know me may not realize that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; is not a new "obsession" for me. As a matter of fact, I have a long history with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; - not surprising since I have a long history with creative crafts and photography as well. In the 1890s my Great Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt; took photography classes at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hamline&lt;/span&gt; University in Minnesota. A few of his photos remain, which I think is really incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SQDrn-tXrLI/AAAAAAAAHxk/gMsWNgJkdgs/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260463436849458354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SQDrn-tXrLI/AAAAAAAAHxk/gMsWNgJkdgs/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, he passed on the love of photos to his daughter, my Grandma Holly. She never really pursued it, perhaps due to lack of finances, but she always enjoyed looking at her daughters' and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grandchildren's&lt;/span&gt; photos. As a young woman she took photographs of her adventures and family and of course her sweetheart, the man who would become my Grandpa, Alden Hopkins. I love this above quote, in my Grandma's exquisite and precise hand, which is on the first page of her photo album, which is about 11 x 7 in size. Currently I am scanning it. I plan on making an album using the full page to preserve her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt;. I will also extract certain photographs and photo edit them to restore or improve them and feature them alongside her pages. Added to that, I will fill in the blanks of information that I know from family history, chats with Grandma and my genealogy research. I think this will be a really fun album and I am looking forward to sharing that with my family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SQDrn6Cz5nI/AAAAAAAAHxc/TyVZSA5A00g/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260463435597211250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SQDrn6Cz5nI/AAAAAAAAHxc/TyVZSA5A00g/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you click on this, you might be able to see the photographs better, but they are small in person too. Amazingly, my Grandmother's handwriting remained exactly like this until nearly the day she died about 75 years after this page was written! These photos are from her climb of Mount Baker in July 1926. She went with a group from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bellingham&lt;/span&gt; Normal School, which is now Western Washington University. It looks like they must have climbed from the &lt;a href="http://whatcom.kulshan.com/Washington/Whatcom_County/Glacier/Outdoors/Heliotrope_Ridge.htm"&gt;Heliotrope Ridge trail&lt;/a&gt;, which I will have to hike some day myself. The same summer, Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;, her father, climbed Mt Rainier. No small feat at any age, he was 56. I believe that it was the same week. Poor Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;! She must have been on her knees praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, move ahead some years and I began taking pictures. My first efforts are blurry and foggy from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;minuscule&lt;/span&gt; 110mm and 126mm negatives with a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Polaroids&lt;/span&gt; thrown in for good measure. My Aunt Grace and my Grandpa Johnson were both good teachers and even though my equipment was poor, I learned excellent composition techniques. Grace took a million pictures of everything, many gorgeous, many throw aways, many just for memory or to use in teaching her painting courses. Grandpa, like many male photographers I know, took his time photographing just a few shots and most of the ones he got were just right! I find that I fit somewhere in between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course of putting all my photographs into magnetic (UGH!) albums, I felt that the pictures would be much more interesting if there was a story to explain. So, I began using strips of Scotch brand "magic" tape - the kind with the matte finish you can write on - and I labeled my photos, adding as many details as I could find. Whenever we went somewhere, I also picked up brochures and postcards to add to the mix. In 1977, I was 11 and went to visit family in North Dakota for the first time. How fun to take pictures of my grand adventure! At the end of the album I cut out "THE END ND '77". Later, in 1984, I was fascinated with the old fashioned scrapbooks in Germany that held bound pages of acid free paper with interleaves. I purchased one that now holds all my postcards, pressed flowers from hikes, stickers, beverage mats and other memorabilia from my first European experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things progressed and I began using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;card stock&lt;/span&gt; and 8.5x11 sheet protectors with pigment ink pens and photo safe stickers. I cringe when I think of some of those creations. Next on the scrapping journey comes post bound albums and then &lt;a href="http://www.creativememories.com/"&gt;Creative Memories&lt;/a&gt;, whose high quality albums I will continue to use for my paper scrapping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In 1997 I began teaching classes at &lt;a href="http://www.treasuryofmemories.typepad.com/"&gt;Treasury of Memories&lt;/a&gt;, which is still the awesome-est scrapbook store I've visited in 4 states! First I taught beginner classes and then I began developing a heritage album class, which incorporates more of my passions - family history, genealogy and old photographs! When I came to California in 1999, I developed the class further and taught at &lt;a href="http://www.scrapbookstation.net/"&gt;Scrapbook Station&lt;/a&gt; until I became a Mommy. About that same time I was excited to have some layouts published - a "My State" layout representing Washington in a contest run by Memory Makers magazine and a couple that were in their &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Quilted-Scrapbooks-Memory-Makers/dp/1892127105"&gt;Quilted Memories&lt;/a&gt; book.  My favorite from that was a layout about Grandma Hopkins entitled "All I needed to know in life I learned from a kindergarten teacher" playing off of the famous poem similarly named.  On the layout and around the quilt square I listed all the things that I had learned from Grandma Hopkins.  I'll have to find that some time and share.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I was pregnant with D, I scrapped over 500 pages!  Phew!  That was a lot of fun too.  After his birth, you can imagine how things began grinding to a halt and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;screechingly&lt;/span&gt; so when I had three babies under 18 months of age! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enter my current phase - digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;.  It's such a delight to be able to work as I can, in pieces without having to worry about picking up a mess, keeping little hands out of it or finding room to work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't wait to see what the future holds! :o)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-5017414556549654764?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/5017414556549654764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=5017414556549654764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5017414556549654764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5017414556549654764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/scrapbooking.html' title='Scrapbooking'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SQDrn-tXrLI/AAAAAAAAHxk/gMsWNgJkdgs/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-9126623932798862596</id><published>2008-10-23T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:01:28.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>An Apt word...</title><content type='html'>Thank you to those who have shared so kindly.  Several of you wrote me Scripture to encourage me and I looked them up and appreciated that so much - words from the WORD, alive, living, vibrant, healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was able to spend some time talking with my wonderful God-Gift of a Husband, pouring out my heart and praying with him and that really helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate you!  I'll leave you with a Scripture that has long been a comfort to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;22 Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. 23 They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.  24 I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him." Lamentations 3:22-24 courtesy of Biblegateway.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-9126623932798862596?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/9126623932798862596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=9126623932798862596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/9126623932798862596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/9126623932798862596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/apt-word.html' title='An Apt word...'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-3559544022804346617</id><published>2008-10-22T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:35:46.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wellness Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wellness Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone. I weighed in today for the first time in a few weeks. 309# I was so happy to see that in spite of my decreased activity I have not gained any weight. Admittedly though I have been feeling a little bit depressed that I have not been able to keep working on my health in a more active way. My physical therapist has given me permission to SLOWLY begin walking with my Leslie Sansone DVDs, but since then I have had the type of migraine that does not want me jumping and moving around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee is progressing. I do not have to wear the immobilizer, though if I do not use a cane in public, I have difficulty maintaining balance. My therapist wants me to focus on not "hobbling", but no matter how hard I try, my left knee/leg stays straight and does not follow through in a normal walking motion. In addition my left hip bursitis is worse. So, my Hubby and I are praying about the possibility of knee surgery in November. Initially we had planned to review the situation then, anyway. The surgery appears to be very easy with little recovery time. My concerns in having surgery are related to how they may or may not anesthetize me because of past medical experiences and my asthma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been having some possible depression and/or anxiety compounded by pain, sick kids and a few other difficult situations. The political scene, both politically and on a national level are concerning me as well. I am left with an overall feeling of being out of control of all the situations in my life. Moment of Truth! I am not in control of my life and maybe it would be a little easier if I "Let go and Let God"! I'm not talking about letting go and giving up, but striving against God. From several sources lately I have been reminded to "Be still and know that I am God." Psalm 46:10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whine, whine, whine! That's not my intention. From the beginning on Wellness Wednesday I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strived&lt;/span&gt; to be completely open and honest. Would it be genuine to offer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sunshiney&lt;/span&gt; encouragement to everyone else when I am feeling buffeted by the winds of life? So, I am sharing this here today so that maybe we can be of an encouragement to each other. I refuse to give up. I am pouring out my concerns here and then when the kids go to bed, I'm going to spend some time alone with Hubby and talking to God. Then I'll pick myself up and keep on going in His strength, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I am truly encouraged that I have not gone up in weight. In the past, after losing, then being dormant, my weight goes back up to the point where it was before. Apparently, my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;setpoint&lt;/span&gt;" has been reset and I am looking forward to seeing it go down further!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will those of you who pray, please pray for me in these things? Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have made it this far, I want to leave you with a treat. My friend began a new blog called &lt;a href="http://teresas-table.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teresa's Table&lt;/a&gt; and I am looking forward to trying out several of her recipes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!  I truly love my readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-3559544022804346617?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/3559544022804346617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=3559544022804346617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/3559544022804346617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/3559544022804346617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/wellness-wednesday_22.html' title='Wellness Wednesday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-394717512028583749</id><published>2008-10-17T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:42:07.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A'/><title type='text'>Sweet Peas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPktdXCfeyI/AAAAAAAAHxU/KKad-W-jwl8/s1600-h/2Peas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258284022355688226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPktdXCfeyI/AAAAAAAAHxU/KKad-W-jwl8/s400/2Peas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First the stats:  This came from &lt;a href="http://digital-scrapbook-art.com/shop/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;language=en"&gt;Digital Scrapbook Art&lt;/a&gt;, a German site (click on the Brit flag for English, but I have fun refreshing my German!).  One of my new favorite designers is Verena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Karolyi&lt;/span&gt;.  I bought several of her sets because in celebration of her daughter's 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, she had a 5 day sale at 50% off.  I bought the &lt;a href="http://digital-scrapbook-art.com/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=1485"&gt;A Whisper of Romance&lt;/a&gt; kit for approximately $2.48 and then this page is made primarily with her &lt;a href="http://digital-scrapbook-art.com/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=1492"&gt;free quick page&lt;/a&gt;.  It was a horizontal page but I rotated it for this picture and added the tag, ribbon and ribbon flower from the kit.  I still need to work on the tag a little because I haven't learned how to change the amount of drop shadow on my elements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I love rich color, texture and heritage type layouts, I don't generally like a lot of what I call "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frou&lt;/span&gt;".  Somehow this picture just screams for something special.  I am going to be trying it out in several different layouts, so you will likely be seeing it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom took this picture in color when the girls were about 1.5 weeks old and it's my FAVORITE!!!  I desaturated the color leaving just a little hint of pink.  At this point they still needed and wanted to be very close to each other as they had in the womb.  If only they could be this sweet and quiet today! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  This picture makes my Mama Heart ache in a million different ways and I sigh every time I look at it.  After I try a few layouts, one will be chosen to be printed out and I will frame it in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-394717512028583749?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/394717512028583749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=394717512028583749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/394717512028583749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/394717512028583749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-peas.html' title='Sweet Peas'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPktdXCfeyI/AAAAAAAAHxU/KKad-W-jwl8/s72-c/2Peas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-4515652030566555442</id><published>2008-10-17T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:42:23.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith On Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Faith On Friday</title><content type='html'>This week I have had sick children, sick me, doctors appointments for me and physical therapy. I was unable to go to church or Bible study and by the end of this type of week... I am dragging! Yes, I'm dragging physically because it's just hard, but I'm also dragging spiritually. If I kept in contact with my Husband the way I sometimes do with God, then I would probably be divorced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my youthful days as a Christian, I believed all the teachings of "thou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;musteth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;getteth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;upeth&lt;/span&gt; at 4:30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eth&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;readeth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thineth&lt;/span&gt; Bible..." etc. Now if you do this, that's awesome. For many of us that is just not possible! That doesn't mean I think I don't need a daily devotional time - I do! But having a devotional time with God can happen in many different ways. How you do it today doesn't have to be the same way you did it yesterday or how your Pastor does it or how your friend does it. God created each of us uniquely and we each worship and share with Him in a unique relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days the Holy Spirit may prompt you to pray - be obedient. Other times you are nudged to look up a specific topic and research it. Perhaps you just want to sit quietly and absorb one Psalm. At various times in my life when I became overwhelmed, I put a praise CD in, sat on the floor and rocked and sang my heart out until the tears fell, release came and His peace flowed over me. I was thinking about my previous post when J said she'd "snuggle" with Jesus. I think the above is an example of how I can snuggle with Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However you do it, take time out to be with your Father God, who loves you more than anyone on earth ever could, who understands, who listens, who cares, who works everything together for good and in His purpose. He does not "need" us - He is God, but He desires us! Do you hear Him calling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we began establishing a spiritual rhythm in our school time. We always have prayer and devotion, but I wanted to put in something special to train them in the way they should go. &lt;a href="http://www.wholeheart.org/whitemdetail.php?itemid=4"&gt;Our 24 Family Ways&lt;/a&gt; is an awesome tool to use in helping your children develop, not only faith, but compassionate, respectful traits in interacting with other people and the world.  The 24 family ways are separated into areas concerning authorities in our family, relationships in our family, possessions in our family, work in our family, attitudes in our family and choices in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children are 5.5 and 7 and occasionally one of the questions is difficult, but not hard when explained.  I would say it would probably work preschool to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;.  There are thought provoking questions each day which put the concept into the perspective of the child's life and world.  There is a time to read the Bible and then there are 2 or 3 questions after reading with an application time where the child prays and asks God to help them attain the character traits discussed.  This usually takes about 20 minutes unless the children are extra talkative! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first family way is "We love and obey our Lord, Jesus Christ, with wholehearted devotion."  I will leave you with our memory verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jesus replied: " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.' 38 This is the first and greatest commandment."    Matthew 6:37-38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-4515652030566555442?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/4515652030566555442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=4515652030566555442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4515652030566555442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4515652030566555442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/faith-on-friday_17.html' title='Faith On Friday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-1313843540518162524</id><published>2008-10-15T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:54:48.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wellness Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J'/><title type='text'>Wellness Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone.  Still not much to report.  Our whole family has been down with either virus or stomach bug and we are all dragging.  I'm behind on answering email.  I am a bad friend.  I have been learning how to digital scrapbook instead!  Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digital scrapbooking has saved my sanity this week.  I have been overwhelmed by kids who are super emotional when they are sick and my nerves are raw.  The other night I knew I just needed to spend some time in the Word - the best wellness tool I know of!  I took my Grandma Hopkins' Bible, which I love to read because of all her notes in it, and read the first couple chapters of Ephesians, making a list of all the things God has done or blessed me with as a Believer.  I highly recommend this.  It's pretty eye opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during devotionals in school, we had a question about what we would give Jesus if he was here right now.  D answered immediately, "some" of his Legos! LOL  The girls, at 5 couldn't quite understand.  So, I said, "If Jesus was sitting on the couch with you, what would you give him or do for him."  J said, "I'd snuggle with Jesus!"  Out of the mouths of babes.  Couldn't we all use a snuggle with Jesus?  I know I sure could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What picks you up when you are down?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-1313843540518162524?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/1313843540518162524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=1313843540518162524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/1313843540518162524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/1313843540518162524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/wellness-wednesday_15.html' title='Wellness Wednesday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-1614419305430963304</id><published>2008-10-15T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:36:31.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overheard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A'/><title type='text'>Overheard...</title><content type='html'>Playing with train sets in the bedroom, the girls are discussing the people they are using.  J wants one brother.  A wants more.  J says, "One brother makes sense.  More brothers don't make sense!"  A says, "I want more!"  J says, "That DOES NOT MAKE SE-E-E-E-ENSE!" (at the top of her lungs).  A, quietly but firmly, "I don't want to make sense!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL  J needs her world to be ordered and "right" just like big brother D and Mommy. :o)  She has one brother whom she adores.  It just doesn't make snese to have more! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-1614419305430963304?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/1614419305430963304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=1614419305430963304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/1614419305430963304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/1614419305430963304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/overheard_15.html' title='Overheard...'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-3293639504875144678</id><published>2008-10-14T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:32:14.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Treasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kirkland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandpa Hopkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genealogy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tisdale'/><title type='text'>Six Generations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPVSCRdj2ZI/AAAAAAAAHxE/sJM1WmjgqA0/s1600-h/purpleL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257198339025525138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPVSCRdj2ZI/AAAAAAAAHxE/sJM1WmjgqA0/s400/purpleL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Left Side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPVSCtyJNlI/AAAAAAAAHxM/L4Tx76VOfH4/s1600-h/purpleR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257198346628052562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPVSCtyJNlI/AAAAAAAAHxM/L4Tx76VOfH4/s400/purpleR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right Side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;These were fun layouts to do. My Grandma Hopkins had her wedding bouquet pressed and behind the glass of a serving tray. This always hung on her wall in the dining room. My Aunt Grace, who is an oil artist, painted color onto the aged blooms. I'm not sure where this 78 year old treasure is, but likely my Aunt has it. I was looking at a German site, &lt;a href="http://www.scrapbooking-heaven.de/shop/index.php?main_page=index"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; Heaven&lt;/a&gt; and liked some of her work, but it is too bright for my usual tastes. I tend to like muted, soft or jewel tones, not bright and for fabric and paper I like an old fashioned or shabby chic kind of look with a little touch of country and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smidge&lt;/span&gt; contemporary - in other words eclectic, but not bright and wild eclectic! When I saw the &lt;a href="http://www.scrapbooking-heaven.de/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=17&amp;amp;products_id=346"&gt;Cherished Memories&lt;/a&gt; kit and &lt;a href="http://www.scrapbooking-heaven.de/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=7&amp;amp;products_id=345"&gt;Cluster package&lt;/a&gt; it reminded me of Grandma's wedding bouquet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have long wanted to do a page layout with the six generations of married women on my Mom's side. When my daughters marry that will be seven! It's so neat to have these pictures and I wanted to do something special with them. This won't go in my regular heritage album, but may go into an album that I want to create about the people who have influenced me in my life and faith. This took a long time and I probably won't do many of these "fussy" pages, but it was gratifying to accomplish something, even though we were all too sick to do much else today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-3293639504875144678?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/3293639504875144678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=3293639504875144678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/3293639504875144678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/3293639504875144678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/six-generations.html' title='Six Generations'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPVSCRdj2ZI/AAAAAAAAHxE/sJM1WmjgqA0/s72-c/purpleL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-826943906695636761</id><published>2008-10-13T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:18:43.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J'/><title type='text'>More Birthday Scrapbook Pages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPQMkdqZGEI/AAAAAAAAHwc/u6rpCmhDD40/s1600-h/Josiepg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256840485625468994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPQMkdqZGEI/AAAAAAAAHwc/u6rpCmhDD40/s400/Josiepg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a fun page to do because it was just playing around with the photo and the art. I used the &lt;a href="http://www.designerdigitals.com/ecom/product_info.php/products_id/1258"&gt;Enjoy The Journey&lt;/a&gt; kit from Mary Ann Wise at Designer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Digitals&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPQMkuMZ89I/AAAAAAAAHwk/qsI3trMnGow/s1600-h/dparkL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256840490063098834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPQMkuMZ89I/AAAAAAAAHwk/qsI3trMnGow/s400/dparkL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I saw this &lt;a href="http://www.shabbypickledesigns.com/boutique/product.php?productid=16443&amp;amp;cat=0&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;Crusader kit&lt;/a&gt; by Faith at Shabby Pickle, I had to have it!  D is so into Indiana Jones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt; and when he saw these pages I made, he was very pleased.  You can click to read the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPQMkpQ6V-I/AAAAAAAAHws/CUa63WN27hY/s1600-h/DParkR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256840488739821538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPQMkpQ6V-I/AAAAAAAAHws/CUa63WN27hY/s400/DParkR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I plan on making D his own page with just his pictures and rope that he can frame and put by his bed.  He really loved this and I had fun making it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256840492410275042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPQMk28BBOI/AAAAAAAAHw8/5OG3nSdGIk4/s400/DBDRedRobinL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPQMki64VcI/AAAAAAAAHw0/vuy5z6HLVDc/s1600-h/DBDRedRobin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256840487036802498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPQMki64VcI/AAAAAAAAHw0/vuy5z6HLVDc/s400/DBDRedRobin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the left and right pages for D's birthday dinner when we went out to Red Robin.   Everybody started getting sick on his birthday and it seemed to be hitting here.  We had a few tears when D learned we were all going to take a much needed nap before opening presents after dinner, but the ice cream sundae helped! :o) He is highly motivated by sweets, much to Mama's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chagrin&lt;/span&gt; since I am trying to get us eating healthier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-826943906695636761?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/826943906695636761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=826943906695636761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/826943906695636761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/826943906695636761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-birthday-scrapbook-pages.html' title='More Birthday Scrapbook Pages'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPQMkdqZGEI/AAAAAAAAHwc/u6rpCmhDD40/s72-c/Josiepg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-6036747610491262036</id><published>2008-10-13T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:45:44.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple Hill'/><title type='text'>D's BD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPPhGWNN0fI/AAAAAAAAHwM/NYn6bMoy0GE/s1600-h/DBDAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256792689227977202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPPhGWNN0fI/AAAAAAAAHwM/NYn6bMoy0GE/s400/DBDAM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, I am trying something new here. These are low resolution, reduced copies of the real thing, but I am learning how to do digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;. (You should be able to click to get a larger image) More on that at the end. First this is the left hand side of this "spread". This is D's birthday morning (Friday). We allowed him to open a present in the morning because Grandma and Grandpa got him an Indiana Jones hat and messenger bag. It was a HIT! We knew he would want to wear it all day and he did! Stay tuned for more adventures! :o) And the picture on the left here is D being kissed by both his sisters - how CUTE is that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPPhGpxVIYI/AAAAAAAAHwU/RBqZTUSOR6c/s1600-h/AppleHill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256792694479724930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPPhGpxVIYI/AAAAAAAAHwU/RBqZTUSOR6c/s400/AppleHill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the right hand side of this layout. We had a short trip to Apple Hill on his birthday before we went out to lunch. His birthday trip was actually on Saturday. It'll be awhile before I get that sorted out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the specs, in case anyone is curious. I'm using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt; Elements 6 along with a learning CD from Linda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sattgast&lt;/span&gt;, a lovely Christian woman who has a business called &lt;a href="http://www.scrappersguide.com/"&gt;Scrapper's Guide&lt;/a&gt;. Her learning CD is well worth the money because everything is broken down into professional quality, screen shot videos of the program you are using. They are in small segments so you can easily go back and re-watch without a huge time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;. Likewise, you can watch them and learn because you can do it in small snippets. I also belong to her Premium membership which cost around $35 for a year. Each month I receive a professional quality kit from various designers along with additional teaching videos to download. The kits are really nice and useful. If you are interested in learning, Linda's CD is coming packaged with PS Elements 7 for Costco members only (it either just came out or is very soon). I highly recommend her. There are other free videos at various sights, which are helpful, but then you have to track them down when you need them. Linda's are all in one spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the kit, I used Julie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Billingsley's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sweetshoppedesigns.com/shoppe/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=3332"&gt;Apple of My Eye&lt;/a&gt; kit from &lt;a href="http://www.sweetshoppedesigns.com/shoppe/"&gt;Sweet Shop Designs&lt;/a&gt;. The 9 picture frame came from Shabby Princess's GORGEOUS &lt;a href="http://www.theshabbyshoppe.com/scripts/prodview.asp?idProduct=265"&gt;Autumn Medley&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kit. The number "7" came from another Sweet Shoppe kit called &lt;a href="http://www.sweetshoppedesigns.com/shoppe/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=3420"&gt;Apple Snapple&lt;/a&gt; from designer Kay Miller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My most recent favorite place to "window shop", since I could spend at least a hundred easily (but didn't!!!) is &lt;a href="http://www.designerdigitals.com/"&gt;Designer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Digitals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Take a look at the designs of Katie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pertiet&lt;/span&gt;. (Blogger won't let me past another link!) Once you get past the first page of her designs, she has a botanical collection that is scrumptious and I will probably end up collecting many of them to use with my heritage albums. Dana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zarling&lt;/span&gt;, Kellie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mize&lt;/span&gt; Lynn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Grieveson&lt;/span&gt;, Mary Ann Wise and Mindy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Terasawa&lt;/span&gt; are some of my other favorite designers there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was also delighted to find &lt;a href="http://www.faithsisters.com/shop/"&gt;Faith Sisters&lt;/a&gt;, which features kits from Christian designers, many of which are geared towards sharing your faith and Christian life/church activities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just the tip of the iceberg and I'm sure I'll be sharing more sites in the future.  I will also talk about some of the free or "cheap" sites I frequent.  If you are a digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;scrapbooker&lt;/span&gt;, I would LOVE to hear about your favorites, your tips to a newbie and see some of your work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More birthday posts coming. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-6036747610491262036?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/6036747610491262036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=6036747610491262036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/6036747610491262036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/6036747610491262036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/ds-bd.html' title='D&apos;s BD'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPPhGWNN0fI/AAAAAAAAHwM/NYn6bMoy0GE/s72-c/DBDAM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-2099387035757675875</id><published>2008-10-12T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:20:06.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs on Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A'/><title type='text'>Songs On Sunday and More Vacation Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;All five of us are sick in one form or another, so today was a family Sabbath at home. Hubby and I enjoyed a good sermon from &lt;a href="http://www.intouch.org/site/c.dhKHIXPKIuE/b.2264355/"&gt;Charles Stanley&lt;/a&gt; about Joseph and how he succeeded because he continually looked to God in spite of all his circumstances.  D of course is busy playing with all his birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soon I'll have pics up of all the busy birthday celebrations, but today I wanted to share a few more vacation pictures.  These are on Rialto Beach, Olympic National Park, again - I think this was the 5th day there this summer! I was so disappointed because these pictures had the potential to be a LOT better, but I had accidentally put on a PINK filter instead of my UV Haze filter!!! UGH!  Fortunately I shot in raw and was able to remove a little bit of the magenta but you can still tell.  Anyway, I thought Grandma would like to see these! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKeI0L5liI/AAAAAAAAHv0/cswxGWHeJc0/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256437589379487266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKeI0L5liI/AAAAAAAAHv0/cswxGWHeJc0/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A, J and D on the big driftwood root system they played on all afternoon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKeI8mNh4I/AAAAAAAAHv8/vqdD971VMjo/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256437591637329794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKeI8mNh4I/AAAAAAAAHv8/vqdD971VMjo/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J, A and D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKeI1vFz8I/AAAAAAAAHwE/pb_-5cg9TLA/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256437589795524546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKeI1vFz8I/AAAAAAAAHwE/pb_-5cg9TLA/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKd3a2dVJI/AAAAAAAAHvM/vfE72hi8uMc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256437290520892562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKd3a2dVJI/AAAAAAAAHvM/vfE72hi8uMc/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J, D and A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKd3YwZzPI/AAAAAAAAHvU/K2YpsVl6vIs/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256437289958624498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKd3YwZzPI/AAAAAAAAHvU/K2YpsVl6vIs/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D, "just hanging out".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKd3nwUgkI/AAAAAAAAHvc/cSvzed-RhwQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256437293984809538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKd3nwUgkI/AAAAAAAAHvc/cSvzed-RhwQ/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D watching surf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKd3rbxewI/AAAAAAAAHvk/SUpny6F_WSQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256437294972369666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKd3rbxewI/AAAAAAAAHvk/SUpny6F_WSQ/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids played oblivious to the gorgeous surf pounding and crashing all around them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKd3hfekCI/AAAAAAAAHvs/CdduYVaYyWY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256437292303552546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKd3hfekCI/AAAAAAAAHvs/CdduYVaYyWY/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;J with her Indiana Jones "whip" (kelp).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I heard this song on TV this morning and the lyrics are meaningful.  In my mind, I can hear George Beverly Shea singing this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd Rather Have Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by Rhea Miller&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather have Jesus than silver or gold;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’d rather be His than have riches untold;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’d rather have Jesus than houses or lands;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’d rather be led by His nail-pierced hand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Refrain:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Than to be the king of a vast domain,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Or be held in sin’s dread sway;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   I’d rather have Jesus than anything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   This world affords today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather have Jesus than men’s applause;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’d rather be faithful to His dear cause;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’d rather have Jesus than worldwide fame;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’d rather be true to His holy name &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s fairer than lilies of rarest bloom;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He’s sweeter than honey from out the comb;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He’s all that my hungering spirit needs;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’d rather have Jesus and let Him lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-2099387035757675875?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/2099387035757675875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=2099387035757675875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/2099387035757675875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/2099387035757675875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/songs-on-sunday-and-more-vacation-pics.html' title='Songs On Sunday and More Vacation Pics'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPKeI0L5liI/AAAAAAAAHv0/cswxGWHeJc0/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-4246418000950419688</id><published>2008-10-10T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:29:35.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>7 Seven Siete Sieben Sies</title><content type='html'>Seven years ago tonight one long journey was ending (the pursuit of parenthood, a 46 hour difficult labor ending in infection and an urgent C-section) and one was beginning (motherhood - having my heart walking around outside my body, as the saying goes!).  D didn't come easy in any sense of the word, but he has been (mostly! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) a JOY!  He was such a fun baby - fun loving, adventuresome, affectionate and quick learning.  It's hard to believe he is now 7 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255744873902302162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPAoHd8G49I/AAAAAAAAHvE/IB4LmHhOEhk/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Like his Daddy and his Grandma, D is a 'chocoholic'!  Here he is on his first birthday.  We set his cake up on a Rubbermaid storage container because it was just his height, washable and could sit in the middle of the kitchen where there was no carpeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPAoG9ar2VI/AAAAAAAAHuk/_b8wecItTjo/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255744865172183378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPAoG9ar2VI/AAAAAAAAHuk/_b8wecItTjo/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Needless to say, he enjoyed the experience.  It was hilarious to watch.  He had the same reaction as my little brother did on his first birthday, while my girls were quite dainty tasting frosting, just like their Mommy on her first birthday.  Needless to say, he enjoyed his chocolate cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPAoHEsShgI/AAAAAAAAHus/8ue7RNpyuJE/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255744867125069314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPAoHEsShgI/AAAAAAAAHus/8ue7RNpyuJE/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today he blew out 7 candles (one not pictured) in his new Indiana Jones hat and he was quite neat about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPAoHbewonI/AAAAAAAAHu0/l7cpbV37Gks/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255744873242337906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPAoHbewonI/AAAAAAAAHu0/l7cpbV37Gks/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His sisters, on the other hand were quite another story!  This is A (poor thing has a fever but didn't want to miss the fun).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPAoHVoHRxI/AAAAAAAAHu8/NFPS6P8fvVI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255744871670957842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPAoHVoHRxI/AAAAAAAAHu8/NFPS6P8fvVI/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And J took total delight!  More birthday pictures to follow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Freulichen&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;glueckwunsch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;zum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Geburtstag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mein&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kleiner&lt;/span&gt; Mann!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ich&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;liebe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dich&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-4246418000950419688?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/4246418000950419688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=4246418000950419688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4246418000950419688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4246418000950419688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-seven-siete-sieben-sies.html' title='7 Seven Siete Sieben Sies'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SPAoHd8G49I/AAAAAAAAHvE/IB4LmHhOEhk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-4739256022130738849</id><published>2008-10-09T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:45:46.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith On Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Faith On Friday</title><content type='html'>Today's Faith on Friday post will be short. (Do I hear a collective sigh of relief? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)  Friday just happens to be the birthday of my favorite 7 yo... naturally pictures are to follow! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's lessons on Abram focused on his rescue of Lot when Sodom was attacked (Genesis 14) and Abram's subsequent meeting with the King of Melchizedek.  Now this chapter gets into some deep theology that I will not even begin to tackle regarding the identity and significance of Melchizedek.  Some say he is a foreshadowing of Christ, others say that he is Christ.  What we do know is that Christ was a priest in the order of Melchizedek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abram obviously loved Lot to take his men and go after the powerful kings who had taken him and his family.  That we know of, Lot had not shown much thanks or allegiance to Abram and had become an inhabitant of the evil Sodom.  And the King of Sodom approached Abram in a slinky, used car salesman kind of a way, as if he had any standing to make an agreement with Abram after Abram rescued all his people and their belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melchizedek on the other hand came to Abram as the Priest of the Most High God and blessed him.  Abram tithed 10% of his "loot" to Melchizedek as God's Priest, long before the Mosaic law gave instructions on how to do this.  Our sermon compared and contrasted Melchizedek which means "The King of Righteousness" to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bera&lt;/span&gt;, the King of Sodom whose name means "Be Evil."  During our class on Tuesday we discussed Lot and Abram's rescue of him and what it is like to love someone who makes poor choices in their life.  This struck home for me and tears sprang to my eyes easily.  There are many in my Dad's family who are in desperate situations, some of their own creation, unwilling to change or help themselves.  It's pretty hard to love someone who chooses ugliness and evil.  But it's hard not to love them when you know they need His saving Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with some application taken straight from Pastor Mike's sermon on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;strong&gt;Don't be indebted to the world.&lt;/strong&gt;  Do not flirt with the world like Lot did.  First he pitched his tent &lt;em&gt;near&lt;/em&gt; Sodom, then he was &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; Sodom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;God will lead us in victory!&lt;/strong&gt;  1 John 5:3-5 Everyone born of God overcomes the world.  We may  not be able to do it ourselves, but He can.  Abram only had a few more than 300 to face the armies of several kings, but God gave him the victory!  (Victory in Jesus! My Savior forever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Worshipping God with a tenth of our material goods is an enduring principle in the Bible.&lt;/strong&gt;  Tithing happened before the Law and is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;act&lt;/span&gt; of worship, not an obligation or a chain of legalism.  It thanks Him for His blessings.  (And it all belongs to Him anyway!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-4739256022130738849?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/4739256022130738849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=4739256022130738849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4739256022130738849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4739256022130738849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/faith-on-friday.html' title='Faith On Friday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-7590656949096555963</id><published>2008-10-08T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:38:48.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wellness Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wellness Wednesday</title><content type='html'>This morning I gave myself permission not to weigh myself. I haven't been able to exercise and it's that time of the month, so why depress myself?! I know I am not putting back on a lot of weight because my wedding bands still fit! :o) Last week I missed my PT appt because of getting the brakes replaced on the van, but I do go tomorrow and I am looking forward to that. I'm hoping it will help since I will be gong to San Francisco for D's birthday on Saturday and may need to be doing standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't too much new and exciting to talk about here but I don't want to give up this Wellness Wednesday posting because I don't want to give up on my journey, so I'm posting to keep a "place holder"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I played some more with my &lt;a href="http://myjourneytowholeness.blogspot.com/2008/10/pressure-cooking.html"&gt;pressure cooker&lt;/a&gt;. The more I use it, the more I love it and I hope to be doing some more. I also &lt;a href="http://myjourneytowholeness.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-tool-and-great-store.html"&gt;reviewed&lt;/a&gt; a fun product on my other blog.   That's it for this week... sorry kind of boring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-7590656949096555963?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/7590656949096555963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=7590656949096555963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/7590656949096555963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/7590656949096555963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/wellness-wednesday_08.html' title='Wellness Wednesday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-3616536869868605610</id><published>2008-10-07T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:34:14.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><title type='text'>Homesick...</title><content type='html'>This week I have felt so homesick.  Perhaps it is because it's October and the AC still goes on.  Maybe it's because our allergies are bad.  Likely having to cancel our Monterey trip because we had to get new brakes, tipped it over the edge.  Whatever the reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am homesick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254554794056458482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOvtvtCPoPI/AAAAAAAAHuM/UHNINpUF6Dg/s400/Rialto1e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart wants to be here.  My heart wants to breathe fresh, salty air.  My heart wants to live where this could be a short car ride away and where the mountains rise up out of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOvtvCmm7dI/AAAAAAAAHt0/EJ8gnPbHNeE/s1600-h/MRockse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254554782666255826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOvtvCmm7dI/AAAAAAAAHt0/EJ8gnPbHNeE/s400/MRockse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know He hears my heart's cry.  I know He senses the suffocation I feel; my wings are clipped and I ache like a bird that cannot fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOvtvf9tjHI/AAAAAAAAHt8/1uAFEvtrkSY/s1600-h/HoleinthewallMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254554790547786866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOvtvf9tjHI/AAAAAAAAHt8/1uAFEvtrkSY/s400/HoleinthewallMe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For whatever reason, He is not sending down any neon signs to direct us where to go.  The economy is greatly effecting our chances of being able to leave California, just when it was beginning to be hopeful.  I don't want to whine, but I had to express these feelings before they exploded inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOvtviHkzdI/AAAAAAAAHuE/ZK4PhkV7TXk/s1600-h/Holeinthewalle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254554791126027730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOvtviHkzdI/AAAAAAAAHuE/ZK4PhkV7TXk/s400/Holeinthewalle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn, like Paul, to be content in all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;11I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. 12I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. (Philippians 4:11-12 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;6But godliness with contentment is great gain. 7For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it. (1 Timothy 6:6-7 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4Marriage should be honored by all, and the marriage bed kept pure, for God will judge the adulterer and all the sexually immoral. 5Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, "Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you." 6So we say with confidence,"The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid.  What can man do to me?"  (Hebrews 13:4-6 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(All photographs are Rialto Beach, Olympic National Park, Washington)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-3616536869868605610?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/3616536869868605610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=3616536869868605610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/3616536869868605610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/3616536869868605610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/homesick.html' title='Homesick...'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOvtvtCPoPI/AAAAAAAAHuM/UHNINpUF6Dg/s72-c/Rialto1e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-5851928861907883321</id><published>2008-10-05T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:10:45.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J'/><title type='text'>Overheard</title><content type='html'>The kids were working on spelling with some wooden letters that my Grandma Hopkins had made for her Kindergarten classes in the 1960s.  J had been trying to spell "Jack" and had come up with J-A-L.  D, being the bossy big brother that he has been lately, was trying to tell her what she doesn't  know.  Daddy said, "D, you don't know every word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J says, "Yeah, D.  You don't know JACK!"  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I laughed so hard that now she is running around singing, "You don't know Ja-ack!"  She loves to make people laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-5851928861907883321?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/5851928861907883321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=5851928861907883321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5851928861907883321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5851928861907883321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/overheard.html' title='Overheard'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-5178176876726995532</id><published>2008-10-05T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:25:02.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom and Jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs on Sunday'/><title type='text'>Songs On Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Disclaimer" - I realize that a lot of my posts have been "heavy" lately and for those of you who have known this primarily as a "knitting blog" you are probably wondering if I still knit!  Yes I do, I just haven't had energy to block my lace, photograph finished objects and post.  That will be coming soon.  I am in a season of my life where God is asking me deep questions, causing me to think through things that I thought I had already figured out and sorting through the clutter in my emotional and mental attic!  I understand if you are not interested in reading.  I enjoy my interactions with other women in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;, but I also write to help my own growing progress.  I hope that makes sense.  My posts won't always be so heavy, but life isn't sweetness and fluff all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Communion Sunday.  Our church chooses to celebrate this the first Sunday of each month as did my church in Washington.  For me this is nice - not so often that it becomes rote and not so seldom that we forget.  Ironically in our sermon series on Abraham, this Sunday covered Melchizedek, the High Priest of God, meeting with Abram after the recapture of Lot and the return of the spoils of Sodom.  Melchizedek brought bread and wine - the food of kings at the time, but also the ingredients for performing a Covenant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, in this day and age and in western culture, we do not understand the idea of a covenant.  Thus we so easily break them - marriages, commitments to God, promises to those we love. In ancient times the breaking of a covenant meant death.  Today it's an every day occurence.  Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253812191089362546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOlKWhZ_hnI/AAAAAAAAHtE/zbvh0oQKquU/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom took this picture at Laurel Church, the church I attended through most of my 20s and my early 30s.  At the foot of this cross (behind us), Hubby and I made a Covenant.  As you can see 9+ years later, we have fulfilled our promise to be fruitful and multiply! :o)  L to R, J, D and A.  I wanted a picture here because our tenth wedding anniversary is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we made our eternal Covenant with God, we took Communion together for the first time.  Today, it was so odd, when the tray came to me I wanted to serve my Husband.  That's not what we normally do, it's not something I thought out but something that I felt compelled to do at the moment. I chickened out when the wafers came, but did pass him the grape juice.  I'm not sure what this meant and I'm still digesting it.  But one thing I know, that I NEVER get tired of taking communion with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those things  I did not think of when I was single and dreaming of marriage - you think of physical intimacy, someone to go to the movies with, snuggle with etc.  Don't get me wrong, those things are nice, but I praise God every day for the man who prays with me, takes communion with me, teaches my children about God and loves me even if I don't deserve it!  Let me tell you ladies, I lived in an unequally yoked home, a single parent home, I was single long enough and in enough BAD relationships to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; what I have.  And young ladies, waiting for God's choice for you, PLEASE WAIT!  What He has planned for you is better than you can ever imagine.  No relationship is perfect, but when God is the Head of your household, He does amazing work in your lives!  And if your heart is broken from the pain of a sad or unhealthy relationship, God is the place to go for comfort and healing!  I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOlKbfWiLKI/AAAAAAAAHts/YiwROMjjmdk/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253812276437331106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOlKbfWiLKI/AAAAAAAAHts/YiwROMjjmdk/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the joys of having children has been seeing my Mom, Ruth, and my step Dad, Jack interact with them... not only as loving Grandparents but as torchbearers to the next generation!  This picture was taken while Hubby and I were on our "honeymoon" and the kids went to church alone with Grandma and Grandpa.  J is in my Mom's lap and A on Grandpa Jack's lap and naturally D is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Songs On Sunday, we sang beautiful Hymns today - both old and contemporary - How Great Is Our God, My Jesus I Love Thee, The Wonderful Cross, Untitled Hymn (Come To Jesus) and In Christ Alone.  The woman who sang Untitled Hymn as a solo during Communion was so LOVELY.  By the time she was done, the tears were streaming down my face.  I relate to so many of the words and then through my grief journey I cling to the end "fly to Jesus" and it gives me HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253812194330974274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOlKWte2mEI/AAAAAAAAHtM/1Irdr0DAgAY/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is A getting ready for church at Grandma's.  She is wearing for the first time a dress I made her.  It started out as a top from a vintage pattern that was too short for modesty.  I didn't have enough to make a dress so I found some coordinating green and had just enough of the main print to put a band at the bottom of the front only... oh well, at least she has a unique, one of a kind outfit! :o)  She loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253812192297784162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOlKWl6Gk2I/AAAAAAAAHtU/ebWG5sjEZno/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here J contemplates the butterflies on her new jumper that I made her.  (All photos today taken by my Mom Ruth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In Christ Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Words and Music by Keith Getty &amp;amp; Stuart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Townsend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Copyright © 2001 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kingsway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Thankyou&lt;/span&gt; Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In Christ alone my hope is found;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He is my light, my strength, my song;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This cornerstone, this solid ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What heights of love, what depths of peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When fears are stilled, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;strivings&lt;/span&gt; cease!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My comforter, my all in all—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here in the love of Christ I stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In Christ alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Who took on flesh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fullness of God in helpless babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This gift of love and righteousness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Scorned by the ones He came to save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Till on that cross as Jesus died,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The wrath of God was satisfied;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ev'ry&lt;/span&gt; sin on Him was laid—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here in the death of Christ I live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There in the ground His body lay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Light of the world by darkness slain;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then bursting forth in glorious day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Up from the grave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He rose again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And as He stands in victory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For I am His and He is mine—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bought with the precious blood of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No guilt in life, no fear in death—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pow'r&lt;/span&gt; of Christ in me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;From life's first cry to final breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jesus commands my destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pow'r&lt;/span&gt; of hell, no scheme of man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can ever pluck me from His hand;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Till He returns or calls me home—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pow'r&lt;/span&gt; of Christ I'll stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOlKWnjTKhI/AAAAAAAAHtc/TjSxv9KrM68/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253812192739011090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOlKWnjTKhI/AAAAAAAAHtc/TjSxv9KrM68/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa and his kids!  J, A and D with Grandpa Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOlKWw_6AnI/AAAAAAAAHtk/_BMc9XDmLN8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253812195274916466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOlKWw_6AnI/AAAAAAAAHtk/_BMc9XDmLN8/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A and J watching brother and the big kids practice their musical performance.  The kids really clicked quickly with the kids at Laurel and had a blast with teacher R!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Untitled Hymn by Chris Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Weak and wounded sinner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lost and left to die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O, raise your head, for love is passing by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Come to Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Come to Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Come to Jesus and live! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now your burden's lifted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And carried far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And precious blood has washed away the stain, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sing to Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sing to Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sing to Jesus and live! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And like a newborn baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't be afraid to crawl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And remember when you walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes we fall...so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fall on Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fall on Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fall on Jesus and live! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes the way is lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And steep and filled with pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So if your sky is dark and pours the rain, then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cry to Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cry to Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cry to Jesus and live! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O, and when the love spills over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And music fills the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And when you can't contain your joy inside, then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dance for Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dance for Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dance for Jesus and live! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And with your final heartbeat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kiss the world goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then go in peace, and laugh on Glory's side, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fly to Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fly to Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fly to Jesus and live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-5178176876726995532?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/5178176876726995532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=5178176876726995532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5178176876726995532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5178176876726995532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/songs-on-sunday.html' title='Songs On Sunday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOlKWhZ_hnI/AAAAAAAAHtE/zbvh0oQKquU/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-1554532421772200267</id><published>2008-10-03T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:16:58.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kirkland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tisdale'/><title type='text'>October Awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Most of us think of October as the month that ushers in fall, even though it began in September. The skies can be crisp, clear blue with cotton ball clouds or gray and brooding. Trees across the northern hemisphere change. We anticipate celebration. October has long been one of my favorite months and especially since my first born arrived on the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that October is &lt;a href="http://nbcam.org/"&gt;National Breast Cancer Awareness Month&lt;/a&gt;? Have you done your self breast exam? Have you been squished with a mammogram lately? Even though there have been conflicting study reports recently on their effectiveness, I won't be stopping. Too many people I know found their breast cancer through self exams and mammograms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job-share nurse friend Michelle has now survived breast cancer about 15 years! Praise God! My friend Betty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Boop&lt;/span&gt; did not survive; God chose to heal her in Heaven. Elaine battled bravely for more than ten years. She taught God's Word boldly, shared His love gently and LIVED every moment she was on earth. Two of my grand Aunts... Mickie and Betty, battled twice, succumbing to cancers secondary to their breast cancer. And in case you are a man or you love a man, don't think men are excluded. A friend of my Hubby's has an ongoing battle with breast cancer and HIS name is Ed. Probably everyone reading this could list at least one person they know who has battled breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do not be afraid. Be Aware. Be Educated. Do Exams. Do Mammograms. Encourage a cancer fighter and PRAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Did you also know that October is also &lt;a href="http://www.ndss.org/"&gt;Down Syndrome Awareness Month&lt;/a&gt;? This was news to me until I read &lt;a href="http://sherriknits.com/"&gt;Sherri's&lt;/a&gt; blog. This month she is posting "31 for 21" which is a post for each of the days of October for Down Syndrome Awareness because Down Syndrome effects Chromosome 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you ever wondered what it would be like to find out that you have a child with Down Syndrome you should read &lt;a href="http://sherriknits.com/2008/10/01/october-is-down-syndrome-awareness-month/"&gt;Welcome To Holland&lt;/a&gt;, Sherri's October 1st post. Sherri's posts about her "Imp" as she calls him for anonymity purposes always delight me. I'm sure that I am seeing the sunshine and not the shadow, but her family has been an amazing picture of love as they have surrounded this young man and raised him together. I found Sherri's blog when I was just "surfing" one day and followed a link, but I came back and stayed because of her posts on the Imp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cannot even begin to imagine what it would be like to experience this myself, but I have a huge heart for "special needs" kids. When I was done with high school before high school was done, I volunteered in a special education &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school that was part of my school district, working with children ages 3-10 of varying diagnoses. Several had Down Syndrome. I looked into teaching special education but after 3.5 years in college dismissed teaching altogether. That must be one of God's little chuckles considering what I do now! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the jobs I had in college was respite care for a little girl with cerebral palsy. After college I worked as a Certified Medical Assistant for ten years, most of which was pediatrics. In pediatrics you see the whole gamut of population and it is probably the most varied specialty in medicine. I loved so many of my patients and enjoyed working with parents to meet their children's needs. Sometimes we had to be advocates for the parent and/or child with the school district, insurance company or other agencies and it was something I found fulfilling - sticking up for the "underdog". Maybe I should have pursued social work, though my tender heart would probably have been in a permanent state of brokenness!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart for the "special needs" person began at an early age, long before these experiences in life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOcM1GTxg2I/AAAAAAAAHss/sw5fCqKKnXA/s1600-h/YoungTisdaleFamily2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253181596717122402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOcM1GTxg2I/AAAAAAAAHss/sw5fCqKKnXA/s400/YoungTisdaleFamily2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L to R: Winnifred Lucy Kirkland &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;, Dorothy Winnifred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt; (front), Holly Mable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt; Hopkins, Fred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;, Clifton K. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt; and Homer K. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt; about 1913.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Grandma Hopkins' little sister, "Aunt Dorothy" did not have Down Syndrome. About 1918 she was thrown out of a Model T Ford in a car accident. To her dying day she was afraid of cars and always asked if you were a good driver and if you ever had an accident! She suffered a severe brain injury in the accident and never attained full mental maturity. After 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; or 3rd grade, she left school and lived at home. For awhile some attempts were made to help her live on her own, but events that I don't know or understand about made this impossible. In the 60s it was popular to treat anything related to the brain with electric shock treatment, which Aunt Dorothy received at a state mental hospital. All of my life she lived in nursing homes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253487962580024322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOgjd8FffAI/AAAAAAAAHs8/SD2zr5QhRPY/s400/Fred_Tisdale_Family_1918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This photograph was taken about 1918 and by her searching expression, I can't help but wonder if this wasn't taken after the accident. L to R, Homer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;, my Grandma Holly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt; Hopkins, Dorothy Winnifred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;, Fred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;, Winnifred Kirkland &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt; and Clifton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253180676180542178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOcL_hCwAuI/AAAAAAAAHsc/8GnJSx2n-bU/s400/WinnieDaughters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother and daughters, probably in the 1930s - Winnifred Kirkland &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;, Holly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt; Hopkins, Dorothy Winnifred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;. (Mom, the dress Grandma is wearing reminds me of the one you wore for Grandma's memorial service 60 or 70 years later!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always knew that Aunt Dorothy was "different" and that she needed special help, but she was part of the family and was very loved and welcomed. Many times she spent a few days with us over Thanksgiving or Christmas. My Mom who self admittedly is not a "nurse", was always so gentle and caring with her. A day or so away from the nursing home and she became alive! Likely they had her medicated to zombie status so that they wouldn't have to deal with anything more than they wanted to. Looking back, some of those times where family were all gathered together and she stayed with us were some of the happiest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many people look at Aunt Dorothy, or probably the Imp or other special needs people and think they are stupid, don't get it, are annoying, ignorant, embarrassing... fill in the blank. Aunt Dorothy had spunk, a great sense of humor, was playful, collected dolls, souvenir spoons and her favorite color was yellow. She enjoyed beautiful jigsaw puzzles and in her 80s had a "boyfriend" in the nursing home. "He's an Indian!" she would whisper, having grown up in a time when that would be scandalous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we first came to our church, it was Christmas and there taking part publicly in the service was B.M. who has Cerebral Palsy. I held my breath subconsciously and looked around for others' reactions, being used to seeing people's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; and non acceptance. To my surprise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; appeared any different than they should. Here was a person who in the world's eyes is "disabled" and unable to participate on their level, taking part in a "normal" part of the church service. Even in church circles, this is sadly, not common. Right then and there I knew it was a fit! Later I would learn that we have wonderful family in our church whose son N also has Down Syndrome. One day his Daddy shared a testimony of their discovering that N had Downs, their grief and how much they have grown in love and faith by being blessed to be his parents. N is like a little evangelist and must have the gift of hospitality. He walks through the halls, passes out tracts and greets people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top: my grand Aunt Elaine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Horstman&lt;/span&gt; Hopkins (the only one living from this picture), my grand Uncle Philip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Sedgewick&lt;/span&gt; Hopkins. (I'm not sure if they were married at this time or not. On the Right side: Winnifred Kirkland &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt; and Homer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253183738673923554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOcOxxuEheI/AAAAAAAAHs0/380y8NH8hdo/s400/Tisdale%27s+29-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On the bottom, my Grandparents George "Alden" Hopkins and Holly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt; Hopkins (Grandma was never fat, so I think this may have been taken in 1934 when she was pg with my Aunt Grace.) Left side: Aunt Dorothy Winnifred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt; and Fred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awareness is a good thing. Be aware that people who are different are not necessarily ignorant to what is going on around them, that they are people too, not inanimate objects, that they share the same needs, wants and desires that we all do and that they deserve to be treated with respect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next time you see a parent struggling with a special needs child, you might ask if they would like some assistance (if it is appropriate). Also, don't be afraid to hug (if appropriate), shake hands, encourage, pray with and share God's love with them. It's not likely that they will come up to you and ask for help, but a kind and genuine offer is appreciated even if it is not always practical to accept it. And if you see injustice, please speak up. It takes a coward to make fun of someone different than them. Sometimes we need to stand up for the rights of those who do not know how to do it for themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, in light of awareness month, if you know someone with Down Syndrome, breast cancer or other special needs, please say a prayer for them and maybe see how you can help! You will be greatly blessed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you Aunt Dorothy! Thank you for teaching me to see people with my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-1554532421772200267?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/1554532421772200267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=1554532421772200267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/1554532421772200267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/1554532421772200267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-awareness.html' title='October Awareness'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOcM1GTxg2I/AAAAAAAAHss/sw5fCqKKnXA/s72-c/YoungTisdaleFamily2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-4812437457644722117</id><published>2008-10-03T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:31:07.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith On Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy'/><title type='text'>Faith On Friday - Abram Back On Track</title><content type='html'>Last week our sermon and Bible study focused on Abram's lies about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sarai&lt;/span&gt; being his sister and his sojourn and exit from Egypt. Our lovely teacher Elise pointed out that we know the process for Esther to be "purified" and ready to be presented to the king, took about a year. We wondered if that were also true in Egypt and therefore that Abram, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sarai&lt;/span&gt;, Lot and all their peoples had been in Egypt for quite some time. At any rate, by the events in Genesis 13, we know that the famine was gone or conditions had at least improved. Abram was back in Canaan with more wealth than he had when he left. This week we focused on how Abram began to turn his faith and life in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 13:4 tells us that when Abram came back to where he had first built an altar, he called on the name of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we blow it and we recognize it - the FIRST thing we need to do is call on the name of the Lord! Even if we are not ready to repent (change our ways) or ask for forgiveness - we still need His help and wisdom to get out of the messes we make for ourselves. Don't you think that's true, that most of the time, we are the ones making our own mess? I realize that many people are harmed by others and have injustices against them, but sometimes even then, we make it worse for ourselves. My theory is that it boils down to our number one sin of PRIDE - ever since Eve failed in the garden, we have been trying to be in charge of our own lives, ignoring God until we cry out. I am not writing this against anyone else, but just admitting that sadly, too many times in my own life I have found this to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Abram had learned a lesson, or so we think, and now he is seeking God. After he has sought God's wisdom, he does an amazing thing. He totally humbles himself before Lot. Now, Abram is Lot's elder and possibly his guardian after the death of his father, Abram's brother. Lot's wealth has already been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acquired&lt;/span&gt; through the blessings upon Abram. There is no human reason why, nor a cultural reason why he would do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our teacher told us that many theologians compare this to Christ who "humbled himself and became obedient to death - even death on a cross!" (Philippians 2:8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt;). There is much in the Old Testament that foreshadows the coming of Christ. The more I read it the more I see it and it has almost become a treasure hunt. It is a pet peeve of mine that many Christians dismiss the Old Testament. They are forgetting 2 Tim 3:16-17 where Paul tells his protege Timothy that ALL Scripture is inspired by God. As a matter of fact that is my children's SS memory verse. When Paul wrote that, Scripture was primarily the Old Testament. So, I encourage you to go hunting for jewels in the richness of the history of God's relationship with His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abram humbled himself before Lot and gave him a choice. Lot chose what he could see. Instant gratification with little effort required to prosper. He looked out and saw the green pastures and fertile land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really liked Lot. Is that okay to admit, that you don't like someone in the Bible?! His story is just so "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eww&lt;/span&gt;" in so many ways. Judas Iscariot compels me to more compassion than Lot. Of course this is purely emotional observation. I was surprised when our teacher read 2 Peter 2:6-8 which proclaims Lot a righteous man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... now I am the one humbled. It's a good thing that I am not personally under the microscope; perhaps I would not fare as well as Lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot goes one to greener pastures :o) and there is no record of grumbling or complaint on Abram's part. He settles in Canaan and the Lord tells him to look as far as he can see - north, south, east and west - all the land would belong to him and his offspring. The EAST where Lot had chosen the prime real estate was even promised to Abram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abram had consulted with God, worshipped God and chosen God's path for his life, therefore he could humble himself before Lot and wait and trust on the Lord. Abram exemplified in this circumstance, the truth of Matthew 6:25+... that we seek first Him and His Kingdom and all these things (all the things we need and even sometimes wants are thrown in to delight us!) are given to us. He did not worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot trusted in what he could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abram trusted in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 5:1-10 shares Paul's views. He fully grasped the limitations of his humanness and the hugeness of his God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We live by faith, not by sight." 2 Corinthians 5:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writer of Hebrews tells us that Abraham's faith was credited to him as righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week I have been thinking about that. And you know what? Right away it was tested. It was like the enemy said, "AHA! You can't trust Him, look what's going to happen! What will you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Bible study we found out that the brakes on our van ALL need to be replaced and are metal to metal. Part of me panicked momentarily because we have had this nice little trip for D's birthday planned - going to Monterrey and the Aquarium and the Ocean! I looked at Hubby and said "Let's not freak. Let's sit down and pray." Their were only 2 ways we could get brakes (a priority) and go on our trip. The first was to not pay our tithe. The second was to max out our credit card. Neither of these would honor our Lord! After praying, I remembered that the &lt;a href="http://www.calacademy.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Steinhart&lt;/span&gt; Aquarium&lt;/a&gt; at the California Academy of Sciences just reopened after lengthy repairs post earthquake damage (1989 I believe). So, instead of a three day even with a motel stay, we can make a day trip and see some of the same things.  Praise God we had that money set aside for the trip... if we had not, then we would just be without the van until we could come up with that huge sum! It would have been do-able, but difficult. And another praise God! We safely made it home, FULLY LOADED, over several passes in August!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of something from my high school years. &lt;a href="http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/07/traveling-down-memory-lane.html"&gt;Andy&lt;/a&gt;, my stepfather, whom I called "Dad", always had connections.  He was a people person, a good manager and always loved helping people.  Through one of these connections he had a car for me.  He told me that this person he knew had a car that I could have for $300 and he was willing to do that for me.  Okay, slap my silly teenage brain!  I said, "What kind of car can it be for $300?"  Later I found out it was something really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;desirable&lt;/span&gt;... something like a little Cougar, I can't remember but it was at the time a really cool car, well taken care of and only $300 as a favor to Andy.  He taught me a lesson.  No, he did not buy me the car because I had a bad attitude.  That lesson was hard learned but has stuck with me and has come to mind several times since then as I have more carefully chosen my words!  I could not trust my Dad who wanted to give me something good.  I could only trust what I could "see" with my brain - an old falling apart jalopy for $300!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I also done that with my Heavenly Father, who desires to give me only good?  Instead I do not trust Him.   The Creator of the entire Universe and I cannot trust Him!  If I cannot trust Him, who can I trust?  Sometimes I get too big for my britches and I think that I know what's best for me.  Sometimes my pride grows like Pinocchio's nose! And just like I missed out on a really cool car (and didn't have a car of my own until college, after Andy died), I know that I have missed out on some really cool things my Abba Daddy wanted to do for me because I thought I knew better.  Patiently He waits for me.  I don't want to try that patience.  He is a LOVING God but He is also HOLY and JUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, in all the years of Bible study, I have never studied Abram/Abraham before.  I'm enjoying the class taught by one of our pastors wives and learning from the women of all age that are joined together to share.  It's such a beautiful way to learn.  On Sunday we hear the message from the pulpit and on Tuesday we discuss it further.  I'm surprised that each week, something new touches me in these old stories.  But then again, some things He has had to teach me over and over.  Growing in faith is that way.  The key thing is to pick ourselves back up when we fall, brush ourselves off and keep moving forward with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have found yourself drifting from your relationship with Him or sinning in such a way that keeps your pride from letting you come back, please don't be afraid.  The Bible is full of examples of people who did not deserve the Lord's mercy and yet He gave it freely and still does today.  He knows your heart and He misses you.  If you would like me to pray for you, please feel free to email me off blog (upper right hand corner on the sidebar) and I will sincerely be honored to pray for you in confidence.  God be with you all this weekend as you hear His Word and/or praise and fellowship with other Believers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-4812437457644722117?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/4812437457644722117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=4812437457644722117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4812437457644722117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4812437457644722117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/faith-on-friday-abram-back-on-track.html' title='Faith On Friday - Abram Back On Track'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-2425590505771871906</id><published>2008-10-01T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:14:03.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wellness Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Wellness Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone. I don't know about you, but our household has been blogged down by September allergies. Pollen is racing around there with last ditch efforts to make a mark on the planet. It has not been a fun week or two and I have been feeling pretty overwhelmed and fighting off a migraine. At times like this, it can be difficult to keep motivated, so I have been working on doing some positive things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I began physical therapy and have been exercising my knee and gradually testing the waters with more walking/standing. The scary thing is that after this, my knee hurts more. It's not the support muscles either, it's the nerves that get irritated by that torn meniscus. It's scary because I think this might mean surgery in the future. While it is safe and "easy" as far as surgeries go, I do not want to have any surgery unnecessarily. So, I will continue with physical therapy for now and see if this changes. Tomorrow I have physical therapy and I am so looking forward to massage and ultrasound of my thigh and hip because all of this has made my bursitis worse. (It's the same leg.) I am not giving up, but I am discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weight is staying steady at 312#. I wish I could say it was going down, but with little exercise, how could it? I'll have to be careful though because this week I have done a lot of baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I baked and made &lt;a href="http://myjourneytowholeness.blogspot.com/2008/10/baking-day.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;. Last week I played with &lt;a href="http://myjourneytowholeness.blogspot.com/2008/09/sourdought-english-muffins-and-pancakes.html"&gt;sourdough&lt;/a&gt;, which was fun and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nummy&lt;/span&gt;. This summer I acquired quite a few new cookbooks geared towards healthy eating and so I am wanting to experiment with recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lamenting that I couldn't do the organizing I had planned on doing this fall in hopes of putting the trailer up for sale in the spring, &lt;a href="http://fruitfulwords.wordpress.com/"&gt;Susan&lt;/a&gt; had challenged me to organize things that I could do sitting down. I took the challenge and have been traveling spot to spot with my comfortable folding camp chair, which is light enough for me to carry without hurting myself (since you use knees in carrying weight - which you don't likely know unless you hurt your knees!). So last week I organized my &lt;a href="http://myjourneytowholeness.blogspot.com/2008/09/organizing-in-kitchen.html"&gt;cookbooks, herbs and spices&lt;/a&gt;.  Today I am cleaning a small shelf under the window in the living room that held knitting patterns I print off the net, magazines etc.  I am putting all my cooking, health and outdoor magazines there as well as the stacks of magazines I have purchased in the last year.  This is where I sit to knit or watch DVDs, so they are handy to pick up and sort through.  Then I can put them where they belong, toss, donate etc.  I am a magazine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;junky&lt;/span&gt; and need to work on this.  I probably could save a minimum of $100 a year if I didn't buys so many impulsively and subscribed to a few that I buy repeatedly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it might not sound like these things have anything to do with health, but they really do.  It's hard to be happy and relaxed in a chaotic environment.  My house is cluttered and I have CHAOS (Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome - I think this might come from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FLYlady&lt;/span&gt;).  This does not reflect my inner heart.  And just like my body size and shape does not reflect my soul and my person, neither do my surroundings.  Part of my journey to wholeness and wellness is to work on all these things.  One of the ways I encourage myself in this process, is that I know when I do give up things, I am preparing to hopefully one day leave this little tin box we call home! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else do fall cleaning?  I feel more incentive to do this in the fall than the spring.  Maybe it's a way of fluffing up the nest in preparation for the winter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-2425590505771871906?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/2425590505771871906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=2425590505771871906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/2425590505771871906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/2425590505771871906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/wellness-wednesday.html' title='Wellness Wednesday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-7083077592118069425</id><published>2008-10-01T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:49:54.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Schooling'/><title type='text'>You Know You Homeschool When...</title><content type='html'>During recess one child says to the other, "You be the nomad, okay?!" :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-7083077592118069425?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/7083077592118069425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=7083077592118069425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/7083077592118069425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/7083077592118069425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-you-homeschool-when.html' title='You Know You Homeschool When...'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-4693548382848575432</id><published>2008-09-29T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:38:25.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Stormy Weather</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://vaqueenbee.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Virginia Queen Bee&lt;/a&gt; has been posting pictures of &lt;a href="http://skyley.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sky Watch Friday&lt;/a&gt; for awhile now and been encouraging me to do so, since I obviously love to photograph God's Creation! :o) In the past I have also been drawn to the &lt;a href="http://www.ringsurf.com/ring/sanhurl/"&gt;Saturday Sky&lt;/a&gt; posts, but have not joined that either.  Right now the Friday would conflict with my Faith on Friday, but I still haven't ruled it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was HARD.  There are just some days as moms where the battle seems to rage and all forces are aiming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; attack at you!  We all survived, but I am exhausted.  I sent out a cry for prayer help to my friends on the Christian Artisans list and had a good cry on the phone with my Mom during her lunch break (thanks Mom!).  When Hubby was taking out the trash he said, "Hey!  There's a rainbow!"  By the time I hobbled out it was gone, but I felt comforted knowing it was there.  God has a pattern of putting rainbows in my life to remind me that just like He promised Noah that He would never again destroy the word by flood, He will NEVER give me more than I can bear.  It feels pretty close at times.  Boy howdy!  But it is never too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOGbjamTAnI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/RRxEvLb7sjo/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251649673228386930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOGbjamTAnI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/RRxEvLb7sjo/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is what it looks like when I stand in front of our trailer and face the neighbor catty corner to us.  This is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;photoshopped&lt;/span&gt;!  Isn't it gorgeous.  The air was warm and charged and alive with the storm passing through.  Before I went in, slow, heavy raindrops began to fall.  The kind that are huge and go plop! plop!  No wonder I have had a sinus migraine.  Now that it has rained a little this morning and this evening, it seems the pressure is breaking up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOGbji861eI/AAAAAAAAF7g/oGrJ9K6OST4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251649675470755298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOGbji861eI/AAAAAAAAF7g/oGrJ9K6OST4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was watching the storm roll in I thought of a poem/song, that I wrote when I was in high school.  It's corny - the kind of sappy, romantic thing a petulant and moody teenager would write.  It started out:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stormy weather,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tossed by the seas of life,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only Jesus,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can comfort in strife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Corny!  Yes, but so true!  I need to "practice what I preach" and when I am overwhelmed I know that no matter what comfort I seek elsewhere, ultimately I need to go to the source.  Isn't it nice how God encourages us through these gentle nudges?  (Even when we sometimes deserve to be "zapped" by the storm!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-4693548382848575432?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/4693548382848575432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=4693548382848575432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4693548382848575432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4693548382848575432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/stormy-weather.html' title='Stormy Weather'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOGbjamTAnI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/RRxEvLb7sjo/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-1622291419849411060</id><published>2008-09-28T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:58:26.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs on Sunday'/><title type='text'>Songs On Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251273247091535794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOBFMh9nL7I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/LPFQauPM0Dc/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lake Crescent, Olympic National Park, Washington&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during our worship service, I felt bathed in the love of the Lord. I don't believe how I feel is important to worshipping the Lord. Singing the songs and participating in corporate worship is not meant to be for me, but I think too often in this day and age we are looking for what we can get out of the experience. That is normal to a point and I think there are some reasons that are appropriate for leaving a church. During the last year I have been trying to focus on God and my relationship with Him as I worship. Posting Songs On Sunday has come out of that. There are some Sundays when I need to close my eyes to keep my brain thinking about my family, my comfort level, my clothes, what other people are doing, what I need to do that afternoon or during the week etc. Since doing this I find that I can appreciate my time worshipping Him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are days like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I felt bathed in the presence of the Holy Spirit and wanted to sing my heart out! Unfortunately allergies are making my voice crack, but I felt the joy anyway, more than I usually do. After a stressful week of doctor appointments, kids going crazy with allergy symptoms and a lot of other things going on, this JOY felt like a gift from HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251273253156746802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOBFM4jq9jI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/ucoKEa-UBas/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fawn deer near Lake Crescent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The worship was enhanced by some awesome news that Pastor Mike shared with us. Our church has an Arabic sister church which meets in our building in the afternoon. Today an 18 year old Iraqi refugee was baptized. AMEN! This is a HUGE thing. So amazing. God is so awesome. It's easy to feel at times that people do not want to know about Jesus, especially people who come from places like Iraq. It's also easy to think that the person in the cubicle next to you at work doesn't want to hear about God. Maybe that's true, maybe that's not. When I was in the working world, I found it difficult to share my faith with people. I don't think that my life was a very good witness at that point either. Today a man was sharing about his son and I asked him if his son had accepted Christ. He didn't know, but felt that he was getting good influence in the youth group. I encouraged him to ask! It might be the most important question he ever asks his son!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am thinking about whether there is someone in my life I need to ask or share the Lord with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't help but believe there is truth to the idea that angel's dance every time someone asks Jesus in their heart. It makes my heart sing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; testimony and I see the miracle working power of God's love. It's a reminder that He is in control - not the enemy who is the prince of this world, but GOD! Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251273258423633458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOBFNMLZRjI/AAAAAAAAF6g/Nat8TYyuT6g/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We stand and lift up our hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the joy of the Lord is our strength&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We bow down and worship Him now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How great, how awesome is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; together we sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holy is the Lord God Almighty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The earth is filled with His glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holy is the Lord God Almighty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The earth is filled with His glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The earth is filled with His glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We stand and lift up our hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the joy of the Lord is our strength&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We bow down and worship Him now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How great, how awesome is He&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And together we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holy is the Lord God Almighty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The earth is filled with His glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holy is the Lord God Almighty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The earth is filled with His glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The earth is filled with His glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's rising up all around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the anthem of the Lord's renown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chris Tomlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251273258530619858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOBFNMk5wdI/AAAAAAAAF6o/az-pCA1hIhQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rialto&lt;/span&gt; Beach, Olympic National Park, Washington&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse. Romans 1:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251273511752202738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOBFb75oefI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/6w8kV0O-q8g/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bumblebee and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fireweed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Praise to the Lord, the Almighty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;by Joachim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Neander&lt;/span&gt;, 1650-1680&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Translated by Catherine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Winkworth&lt;/span&gt;, 1829-1878 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O my soul, praise Him, for He is Thy Health and Salvation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Join the full throng: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wake, harp and psalter and song;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sound forth in glad adoration! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. Praise to the Lord, who o'er all things so wondrously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reigneth&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who, as on wings of an eagle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;uplifteth&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sustaineth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hast thou not seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How thy desires all have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Granted in what He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ordaineth&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Praise to the Lord, who hath fearfully, wondrously, made thee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Health hath vouchsafed and, when heedlessly falling, hath stayed thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What need or grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ever hath failed of relief?--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wings of His mercy did shade thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who from the heavens the streams of His mercy doth send thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ponder anew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What the Almighty can do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who with His love doth befriend thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Praise to the Lord! Oh, let all that is in me adore Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sound&lt;/span&gt; from His people again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gladly for aye we adore Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOBFbkyTShI/AAAAAAAAF64/II81xR9K02Y/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251273505547438610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOBFbkyTShI/AAAAAAAAF64/II81xR9K02Y/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Doe and Fawn, Hurricane Ridge, Olympic National Park, Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What can I add to that old German Lutheran hymn! Isn't it beautiful? It's rich and beautiful and wonderful and I can't help but think that the author had a heart bursting with joy, trying to express his love for God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 100&lt;br /&gt;A psalm. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For giving thanks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth.&lt;br /&gt;2 Worship the LORD with gladness; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come before him with joyful songs.&lt;br /&gt;3 Know that the LORD is God. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is he who made us, and we are his; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.&lt;br /&gt;4 Enter his gates with thanksgiving &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and his courts with praise; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give thanks to him and praise his name.&lt;br /&gt;5 For the LORD is good and his love endures forever; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his faithfulness continues through all generations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt; courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/"&gt;Bible Gateway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sorry that blogger makes the lines come across weird.  We read this responsively as a congregation.  This is a practice that many modern churches have written off as old fashioned or too "stiff".  Personally, I think there is something powerful about all those voices joined together speaking His Living Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOBFbwa9hsI/AAAAAAAAF7A/THK5XgHTiwI/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251273508670768834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOBFbwa9hsI/AAAAAAAAF7A/THK5XgHTiwI/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Deer at Hurricane Ridge, Olympic National Park, Washington &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the things I am looking forward to when God restores us to a new Earth is seeing how the animals will be different - when they will be how God created them to be, as we will be.  The Bible says that if we fail to praise Him, even the stones will cry out.  The Psalms write about Creation singing praises to its Creator.  Everything that God created is already so amazing, I can't wait to see His original Design! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOBFb7yFi8I/AAAAAAAAF7I/_88jZuKTtuY/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251273511720553410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOBFb7yFi8I/AAAAAAAAF7I/_88jZuKTtuY/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mount Olympus from Hurricane Ridge, Olympic National Park&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Give thanks to the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Our God and King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His love endures forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For He is good, He is above all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His love endures forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sing praise, sing praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;With a mighty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hand and&lt;/span&gt; outstretched arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His love endures forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For the life that's been reborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His love endures forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sing praise, sing praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sing praise, sing praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever God is faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever God is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever God is with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;From the rising to the setting sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His love endures forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;By the grace of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We will carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His love endures forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sing praise, sing praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sing praise, sing praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever God is faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever God is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever God is with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever God is faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever God is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever God is with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His love endures forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His love endures forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His love endures forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sing praise, sing praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sing praise, sing praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever you are faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever you are strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever you are with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Chris Tomlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOBFMcSzKHI/AAAAAAAAF6I/zggr9MH56J0/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251273245569788018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOBFMcSzKHI/AAAAAAAAF6I/zggr9MH56J0/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rialto Beach, Olympic National Park, Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;6 By the word of the LORD were the heavens made,        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;their starry host by the breath of his mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 He gathers the waters of the sea into jars;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;he puts the deep into storehouses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; 8 Let all the earth fear the LORD;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;let all the people of the world revere him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Psalm 36:6-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251273503685405042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOBFbd2W6XI/AAAAAAAAF6w/R7sWAc_2Mdo/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Three of the most precious gifts He has given me - D, J, A.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Maybe as you read this, you don't feel like praising Him.  We all feel like that at times.  As in our earthly relationships, it's not about what we feel.  Love is when the relationship keeps on going and growing in spite of how you "feel".  Be patient.  Draw near to Him and He will draw near to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-1622291419849411060?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/1622291419849411060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=1622291419849411060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/1622291419849411060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/1622291419849411060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/songs-on-sunday.html' title='Songs On Sunday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SOBFMh9nL7I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/LPFQauPM0Dc/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-9072384164144283158</id><published>2008-09-26T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:59:07.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith On Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Faith on Friday</title><content type='html'>Our &lt;a href="http://www.cnchurch.org/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; is continuing the sermon series and Bible study on Abram/Abraham, this week focusing on Genesis 12:10-20 when Abram went to Egypt.  This is one of those passages of Scripture that has bothered me.  It doesn't alter my faith, but as a woman growing up in our time period, it really irritates me.  My first reaction is, "What kind of a creep let's his wife be taken off by another man like that just to protect himself??!!"  If you didn't read the passage, undoubtedly you now recognize it as the time Abram told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pharaoh&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sarai&lt;/span&gt; was his sister, but neglected to say that she was also his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently in the Egyptian culture of that time, adultery was unacceptable, but killing a man and taking his widow was okay.  Okay!  So, with that in mind, it is somewhat understandable, but it poses the question, "Is it ever okay to lie?"  My gut response is to say quite emphatically, "NO!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Abram shared was only a half lie because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sarai&lt;/span&gt; was his half sister, but obviously the half not shared was important.  What if telling the truth would cost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; life? Gulp!  That one is a little more difficult.  I have never been placed in that position, but have met people who lived behind the Iron Curtain or survived the Holocaust in Europe and there were times for them when telling the truth or the whole truth would have had dire consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me clearly state that I do not believe in "situational ethics", but I sure hope I am not put in the position of trying to decide that for myself.  I am not sure that I can even answer my own question.  Recently I studied both the Gospel of Mark and the Gospel of John and so I thought about Jesus' responses to leadership.  He never lied, but some times he never answered the question.  Perhaps that would need to be my response if I were ever put in that type of position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to judge Abram or other characters in the Bible and think, "How stupid are you?!"  But we have the retrospect of time and scholarly wisdom, the indwelling Holy Spirit and the example of their historic mistakes.  When I give it thought, I cannot be the one to cast the proverbial first stone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abram's biggest mistake was to rely on his own understanding and his own means, not God's.  Doing this, he fell flat on his face.  Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sarai&lt;/span&gt; and even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pharaoh&lt;/span&gt; and his household suffered the consequences of Abram's actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my twenties, I made many mistakes like this.  Fortunately (depending on how you look at it), I suffered most of the consequences.  The fall out hit me. Nearly a decade was lost before I righted myself and listened fully to His voice.  It is senseless to dwell on that time as He has forgiven me and there isn't much I can do now, but as I grow older, I realize how precious that time was that was lost.  Like Abram, I failed the same "test" more than once. Like Abram, God blessed me afterwards in spite of myself and I do not take that for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6 are verses I hold dear.  I believe I have shared on here before that they are my life verses.  The wisdom of the writer applies to Abram's situation and to my every waking hours, so I leave you with those thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Trust in the LORD with all your heart        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and lean not on your own understanding;&lt;br /&gt;in all your ways acknowledge him,        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and he will make your paths straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-9072384164144283158?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/9072384164144283158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=9072384164144283158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/9072384164144283158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/9072384164144283158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/faith-on-friday_26.html' title='Faith on Friday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-4419339813406929748</id><published>2008-09-25T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:07:37.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A'/><title type='text'>First Dentist Trip</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the girls went for their first trip to the dentist.  It was quite eventful, but not because of the girls.  I had a run in with the assistant who insisted that I either leave two of my kids alone in the waiting room or leave one child alone in the back for her first dental visit.  What kind of a parent would do that?  My children are 5 and almost 7.  We were at the dentist for over 2 hours!!  They could not be unsupervised for 2 hours! She told me that there were gals at the front desk and it would be fine.  I told her that the gals at the front desk had a job to do and it wasn't baby sitting my children!  At that the gals at the front desk looked like they were ready to applaud! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would not have been such a big deal except that this is apparently a brand new rule since June when we were there with D, a new rule that patients were not informed about.  I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; understand some of the basis for the rule - safety because unruly kids have bumped the dentist while working on a siblings mouth and for space wise in a room with thousands of dollars of equipment.  My experience in pediatrics gives me a basis to understand that. But they placed me in a position where I could not back down because my children were already with me.  I was polite, but assertive and told them that I would not leave any of my children alone for any reason and that if we all couldn't go back together, then I would be leaving.  They allowed it for yesterday but not again, which I understand.  So when I have to take D back in December, I will have to find a babysitter for the girls.   This may be no big deal to the people in the posh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yuppy&lt;/span&gt; dentist office, but it is for us.  Likely the rules will be the same at other dental offices so it probably won't be fruitful to look elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not unreasonable and if I had known BEFORE the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; I could have made plans.  A more professional approach would have been to send a letter to all their pediatric patients, stating the new policy.  This would not have been too costly because pediatrics are the minority of their practice and they are a part of an extremely wealthy dental group.  Also, the assistant could have broached it in a kinder and more professional manner instead of flat out saying no and pushing me into the defensive corner.   She was young and probably too young to understand about the reactions of Mama Bears when their young are threatened! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNxXx_VOs5I/AAAAAAAAF4I/NvS5-kfcK_E/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250167781932839826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNxXx_VOs5I/AAAAAAAAF4I/NvS5-kfcK_E/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So anyway, J went first.  I asked her to smile and show me her teeth and this is what she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNxXyRGGAsI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/lghDhIYRLrE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250167786701193922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNxXyRGGAsI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/lghDhIYRLrE/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is studying her digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xrays&lt;/span&gt; on the monitor, listening to the dentist explain things to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNxXyfCCEWI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/m7gn6y9jlz8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250167790442254690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNxXyfCCEWI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/m7gn6y9jlz8/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then the dentist explained what he was going to do and he was quite gentle and kind with the children, for which I was thankful. J ended up having an unusual cross bite that hopefully she will outgrow because otherwise it will require an orthodontic plate with screws! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ick&lt;/span&gt;!  Just like her Mama, when J concentrates and is nervous she bites her lip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNxXySvvG2I/AAAAAAAAF4g/yvHVlbpNDkc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250167787144289122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNxXySvvG2I/AAAAAAAAF4g/yvHVlbpNDkc/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is A.  She is kind of pale because we have all been fighting bad allergies since we came back home.  When we came back down the hill yesterday, the air was so brown that we could almost not make out the skyline of the city in the distance - I had to search for it!  The poor kids suffer so bad and it really effects their behavior - which isn't fun for Mom or conducive to productive school work! :o)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNxXymBnk7I/AAAAAAAAF4o/JzR90CxIE7A/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250167792319566770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNxXymBnk7I/AAAAAAAAF4o/JzR90CxIE7A/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A further irritation was that we saw the dental hygienist.  Our regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hygienist&lt;/span&gt; is just finishing maternity leave and we wanted to wait for her, but they told us that on the first visit they did not see a hygienist, only the DDS.  So we scheduled and saw a different hygienist.  She turned out to be really nice and gentle and taught me a few tricks for taking care of the kids' teeth.  She is an identical twin so we had a great conversation about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;twinhood&lt;/span&gt;, twin parenting etc and that was fun, ending us with an upbeat.  The kids did great and I am really proud of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, does anyone know anything about dental sealants?  That's what they want to do to D in December and I don't know anything about them.  He has permanent molars and they want to do that to protect from cavities but I am a little leery about putting chemicals in my kids' mouths!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-4419339813406929748?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/4419339813406929748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=4419339813406929748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4419339813406929748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/4419339813406929748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-dentist-trip.html' title='First Dentist Trip'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNxXx_VOs5I/AAAAAAAAF4I/NvS5-kfcK_E/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-6390324233913304249</id><published>2008-09-24T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:22:54.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wellness Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wellness Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Welcome back everyone. I had hoped to have some pictures to go with the post, but I'm pooped! :o) It was dentist day. Over the last 2 weeks my weight has gone up and down between 309-312. This morning it was 311#. The variation is likely because of the swelling on my knee/leg.  My  jeans are baggy on me, so I guess that is a good sign.  I really do not want to go backwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I forgot to write is that the day that I injured my knee, I walked over 13,000 steps! I was so excited and thought about all my blog friends and how wonderful it was to make a goal of well over 10K, which I had only done once before. That's about 4.5 miles and I had hoped to challenge that number each day we were hiking, but as you know, that did not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I am encouraged about the strength I am gaining and looking forward to meeting with the physical therapist tomorrow to discuss how I can be a bit more active without impacting the knee. As you all suggested, I have been doing the upper body exercises and my kids love those - it's a great way to learn to count. We are up to 100 and my two kindergartners don't even know they are doing math! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did something really fun. I made sourdough whole wheat English muffins. They turned out yummy! It's not difficult, though it has several stages over time. That was good for me because then I wasn't standing all the time. Hubby had some for dinner last night and will soon have a post up on my other blog. Several of you have been nudging me to get posting on &lt;a href="http://myjourneytowholeness.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Journey To Wholeness&lt;/a&gt; and I do have a few things to post but have just been really absorbed with my children's school and getting better.   It seems I have been on a plateau but now that I am not in continual pain, I'm getting the urge to get back full force working on my health.  There are still many things I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; do that do not require walking and standing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now with the start of this new season and the change of the weather, are any of you doing things differently?  Any new changes for you?  How can we encourage each other to keep working on our wellness?  I am open to ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-6390324233913304249?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/6390324233913304249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=6390324233913304249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/6390324233913304249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/6390324233913304249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/wellness-wednesday_24.html' title='Wellness Wednesday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-3986890071428144335</id><published>2008-09-23T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:19:08.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Where My Toes Came From</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNl2Cry55nI/AAAAAAAAF3w/DMOKfJeQdxQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249356629165074034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNl2Cry55nI/AAAAAAAAF3w/DMOKfJeQdxQ/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some more pictures from my vacation in Washington, mainly posting for my family to see. This is my Auntie Irma, who is the older sister of my Grandpa Johnson.  By the end of this post, I will show you where my toes came from! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my growing up years, my family didn't spend a lot of time with Auntie Irma, but when my Grandpa died, we grew close.  And today when I see her, I run for a big hug!  She is the living reminder of the only Grandpa I ever knew.  This year, Auntie Irma was in a new senior apartment complex that was really nice.  Look at the twinkle in her eye - she's in her mid 80s and she still wears purple nail polish, lipstick and fashionable clothing and jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNl2DEGmNbI/AAAAAAAAF34/8FbNB0ky5PE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249356635690120626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNl2DEGmNbI/AAAAAAAAF34/8FbNB0ky5PE/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D, J and A are petting Heidi, Auntie Irma's Pomeranian (who has a "teddy bear" cut).  Heidi was a little bit scared of the kids as you can see here.  This was our 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day in a different place and the kids were just giving out.  They behaved so horribly that day, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;!  Fortunately, Auntie Irma has lots of great grandchildren and was very understanding.  Her apartment was small, so we went out to lunch at her favorite Mexican restaurant and enjoyed a good time together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNl2DWS9hQI/AAAAAAAAF4A/NMcNDJTUhEQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249356640573818114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNl2DWS9hQI/AAAAAAAAF4A/NMcNDJTUhEQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you know my weight.  You know my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BMI&lt;/span&gt;. Why am I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarassed&lt;/span&gt; to show my toes? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Probably because California's dry air makes my skin, especially on my feet, dry and icky.  My foot's in the brown sandals and Irma's is in the white.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Irma's Husband, Uncle Vern, died not long after my Grandpa.  I came and spent a weekend with her at that time and while we were watching TV at night, I looked down and GASPED!  I have peculiar toes - the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and 3rd are like conjoined twins and they stick out past my big toe.  Because they won't stay together, but spread out in a V, they cause me lots of issues in finding shoes wide enough for my toes!    I always wondered where my feet came from, not seeing them elsewhere in my family, but there they were - the same toes at the end of Auntie Irma's feet!  We're not sure if that is a Smith or a Johnson trait, but at least I know now, I didn't fall off the turnip truck! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, aren't you excited?  You know where my toes came from!  Since having children, I am increasingly interested in seeing how the genes display themselves.  Do you look like someone in your family?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-3986890071428144335?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/3986890071428144335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=3986890071428144335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/3986890071428144335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/3986890071428144335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-my-toes-came-from.html' title='Where My Toes Came From'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNl2Cry55nI/AAAAAAAAF3w/DMOKfJeQdxQ/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-7695442804773442448</id><published>2008-09-22T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:52:57.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My least favorite color is orange...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNg9fZh_h1I/AAAAAAAAF3o/vws0AmSB8S4/s1600-h/Pumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249012975339013970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNg9fZh_h1I/AAAAAAAAF3o/vws0AmSB8S4/s400/Pumpkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...but my favorite season is fall!  I love the crisp air, the tone of the sunlight, the suspension between hot and cold with one foot in summer, the other in winter, the harvest, the thanks, the feast and my first born's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy First Day of Fall!&lt;br /&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/12387591-7695442804773442448?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/7695442804773442448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=7695442804773442448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/7695442804773442448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/7695442804773442448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-least-favorite-color-is-orange.html' title='My least favorite color is orange...'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNg9fZh_h1I/AAAAAAAAF3o/vws0AmSB8S4/s72-c/Pumpkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-6946721930845508429</id><published>2008-09-21T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:37:12.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Johnson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs on Sunday'/><title type='text'>Alzheimer's Awareness Day and Songs On Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNbtZ31PdVI/AAAAAAAAF2w/O7yjd8hE6JU/s1600-h/fog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248643444486665554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNbtZ31PdVI/AAAAAAAAF2w/O7yjd8hE6JU/s400/fog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologize in advance for another heavy post, but this was timely for the calendar. This is a little long, but I wanted to share some of my experiences with Alzheimer's Disease and put a face to it, because it is something that people still joke about and don't really understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my blog friends, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=12387591"&gt;Snowbird&lt;/a&gt;, reminded me that today is &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Alzheimer's Awareness Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The photo above was taken on my vacation, at Hurricane Ridge in Olympic National Park and I chose it because it serves as a metaphor for the havoc Alzheimer's wreaks in a person's mind. The fog rolls in. Occasionally it parts and there are a few lucid moments, but eventually the fog is so thick, one cannot even recognize one's self. If you check &lt;a href="http://michigansnowbird.blogspot.com/2008/09/world-alzheimers-day-september-21.html"&gt;Snowbird's post&lt;/a&gt;, you will find excellent links and information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In today's post I want to share with you a little bit of my experience with Alzheimer's Disease, as well as how praising God in song can be a ministry to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An important woman in my life was &lt;a href="http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/01/dorothy-lucille-larimore-johnson.html"&gt;Dorothy Lucille/Ann &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Larimore&lt;/span&gt; (aka Clancy)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Duren&lt;/span&gt; Johnson&lt;/a&gt;. As her name indicates, she had a complicated and stressful life. Born January 2, 1920 in Yakima, Washington, she was christened Dorothy Lucille &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Larimore&lt;/span&gt;. Her parents were poor, an incorrigible mostly Irish man named Melville &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Larimore&lt;/span&gt; and a feisty Polish/Slovakian woman named Annie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dipko&lt;/span&gt;. Her early life was marred with arguments, alcoholism, financial distress, the deaths of a sister and an infant half brother, a divorce, time in Seattle Children's Home after running away, and an often harsh stepfather. As a young woman she held her 4 month old daughter Patty in her arms while they rushed to the hospital. Baby Patty never made it there. Her marriage was disappointing. She made a lot of poor choices, one of which led to my father being born out of wedlock. Later she married my Grandpa and they raised three sons - all three of which went on to bring heart ache to their parents. This is the sad part of the story. If I left you with this impression, she would be flat, tragic and unmemorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248652811857772738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNb17IAjQMI/AAAAAAAAF3g/Qt8d12L82qY/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dot, as she was called by her friends and family, LOVED life! Sometimes I think those who survive great heartaches, live life fuller once they put their minds to it. She was stubborn - if she put her mind to it, she got it done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to four children and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grandma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to 7. None of her great grandchildren were born when she was alive. In the above picture she is with my Uncle Larry on the left and my Dad on the right, about 1950.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During WWII Grandma organized bomb shelters and helped at the Catholic school where her son attended. She was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;volunteer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;organizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lover of dance and music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, especially from the swing era.  Dot was the "go to gal" if someone was sick or injured, which earned her the nickname "Doctor Johnson."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248652666309884354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNb1ypzOucI/AAAAAAAAF3A/3u6nVTA64MA/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dot embraced life and was not afraid to work hard, get dirty or have fun. As a girl, I loved to hear tales of Grandma standing on a chair to have an eyebrow pencil line drawn down the back of her legs as she prepared to go to a dance (no nylons during WWII and this mimicked the seam). My favorite story was how she killed her mother's favorite turkey who was mean and chased the children to the outhouse. One night she had it! She beat the turkey with a broom stick. Part of her punishment was plucking him, but she never had to run from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meany&lt;/span&gt; again. In the above picture she is helping Grandpa's cousin Ray &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Beigle&lt;/span&gt; carry supplies in for hunting camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248652659308363378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNb1yPt7_nI/AAAAAAAAF24/e4B_7SmKoaY/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dot was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hunter, fisher, camper, hiker, joker,Cribbage player and all around great cook. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Having worked hard during the war (her sister Eve was a "Rosie the Riveter"), she held her own in a tough world and wasn't afraid to work and hunt with the men. I believe everyone in this picture is now gone. This is hunting camp about 1948. The old man in the front is my great great grandfather, Loren Harmon Smith from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Newaygo&lt;/span&gt; county Michigan. He brought that branch of the family to Washington about 1907. He died the year after this picture. His son, daughters and grandchildren don't know it, but the deer head they had mounted as his last - Dot actually shot, but used his tags!  He maintained the bragging rights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said, there wasn't much she couldn't do if she put her mind to it. From her I learned to crochet, enjoy looking in second hand stores and garage sales (my daughters sleep under a butterfly quilt she bought me once at a garage sale) and from her I also picked up the bad habit of eating for comfort. And I'll admit it, she spoiled me! At the time I was the only granddaughter and she enjoyed having a little girl. When I was little, I loved nothing better than to spend time with Grandma Johnson and thought of her as my "fun Grandma", though in my later years I realized that was unfair to both of my grandmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248652672836160914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNb1zCHNzZI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/UbAzOuikNlo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was one of the most &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stubborn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; people I ever met. When she was mad, watch out! One of my favorite stories about her&lt;/span&gt; stubbornness comes from my Mom. She hated Elvis and would complain about his music and gripe that he couldn't sing. Turn him off! Then she went in the kitchen and started working and a song came on the radio. She just had to pipe in, "Now, there's somebody who can sing!" What she didn't know is that the man on the radio WAS ELVIS! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was stubborn, but she was also a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother in Law&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. She is pictured above with one of her daughters in law, my Mom and my beloved kitty Cinders. Although I'm sure she was frustrating at times, she taught my Mom a lot as a young woman, wife and mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;passionate, giving, teaching, loving and fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She &lt;a href="http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/05/danny-boy.html"&gt;grieved&lt;/a&gt; greatly for the losses in her life and I have often thought that she would be one who would truly understand the ache of my grieving. Underneath the gruff exterior and all her capabilities was a tender heart that few saw. Raised a Catholic, she always longed for greater connection to God, but I believe her own actions/guilt kept her from attending mass or moving forward in her faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248652671325495426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNb1y8fC4II/AAAAAAAAF3Q/m-73DmXKkkY/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then, after Grandpa almost died of heart infection, she became a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patient&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Back in 1982 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alzheimer's Disease&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; wasn't commonly known. All we knew is that the color had drained from her life. The fog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;crept&lt;/span&gt; in. At first it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;, awkward and confusing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. That's how it felt for us. I can only begin to imagine how she felt inside, knowing that something wasn't quite right and losing a battle to keep all of what she knew to be herself. Initially we could still interact with Grandma and enjoy spending time with her. Later she became &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;paranoid&lt;/span&gt;, physically violent and angry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before Grandpa took her to the nursing home, where she lived only one week before dying, I would go out to their house to give Grandpa a break and take care of some of her personal hygiene. Grandma had always been nicely dressed and loved to accessorize. Her hair was styled and she always wore the right shade of lipstick. Having extremely wavy/curly hair that I spent hours straightening with a hair dryer and curling iron, I had no idea how to put curlers in her hair. I fumbled and learned. It was hard for me to bathe her as she looked up at me helplessly, somehow knowing that I should not be bathing her as she had bathed me as a child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some days I hid my tears. I knew if she saw my pain, it would concern her and worry her. But, gradually I looked forward to those bathing times. Behind the closed door of the bathroom I could speak to her, woman to woman and gently love her in ways that I was not confident to do in front of a family of men who sneered at God. I sang. I didn't know what to sing, but I knew she loved music. So I sang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus loves me, this I know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the Bible tells me so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little ones to Him belong,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They are weak but He is strong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her body visibly relaxed and I continued with The Old Rugged Cross, Amazing Grace and whatever other hymns came to mind. I didn't know what Catholics sang, so I didn't know what or if she would recognize any of them. So many times she rocked me, cuddled me and sang to me as a little girl and now as I sang hymns to her, we both felt some of the fear melting away. She was a captive audience in the bath tub. So I told her that God would always be with her and that when she was afraid, she could ask Jesus to help her. My faith was still young in those days and if I had to do it again, I would have read the Scripture to her boldly and I would not have cared how many godless men were listening to me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of my most reassuring memories was when we were in the hallway and she pointed to a picture. It was a gaudy, horrible 3D pictures of Jesus praying at Gethsemane in an even gaudier gilt frame. A faded palm leaf from Palm Sunday long past, rested behind the corner. She stopped and pointed and looked at me. She pointed again, repeatedly with her index finger, but in spite of her best efforts could only utter in awe, "Him!" My eyes welled and I nodded affirmation. Him. That's who I had been singing about. That's who I had told her would protect her and comfort her. Him. She repeated, "Oh! Him!" in an admiring and loving tone. It was then that I knew and understood that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God transcends time, disease, modern medicine, our understanding and He never abandons us even if by all outward appearances it seems that we could never understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shortly after that she became sick and it was time to place her in a nursing home. Grandpa couldn't handle it alone anymore and in a couple months I was off to college in another city. It was too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Towards the end, she knew Grandpa's name and my name most of the time, but not always. She knew we belonged to her and searched our faces for help, recognition and escape. She loathed the nursing home and hours before she died, she grabbed my dress, nearly ripping it and screamed, "Theresa! Don't leave me!" It was the hardest thing I ever did - walking down that hall and out the door as she screamed my name! That evening we received a call. She had been strapped in a wheel chair because she was so agitated and angry; she rocked herself to the point where she had a heart attack. She loathed being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;caged, imprisoned and neglected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you know a caregiver of someone with Alzheimer's Disease, please take the time to stop and talk to them. If appropriate, check and see if you can assist them in some way. Today there are all kinds of programs, some free and some paid, for caregivers to have respite. Our church has one called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-concert.html"&gt;The Club&lt;/a&gt;. Many state and county agencies can provide assistance, but most of all families with Alzheimer's need love from every day people.  Prayers are always welcomed and this is something anyone can do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you know someone with Alzheimer's Disease, do not avoid them. Treat them like a human being. After all they really are! Do not embarrass them or shame them. Do not assume that because the wires are scrambled in their brains that they do not on some level understand how you are treating them. If appropriate give them a HUG! Sing to them the praises of the Lord. Read God's Word to them which is Living and Active! I am thoroughly convinced that people with brain disease and altered states of consciousness can still hear God speaking to them! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please, if you lose your keys or misplace your papers, don't make a joke about having Alzheimer's Disease. It's a serious disease. It's no joke. And it certainly isn't funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadly, our society in general is very rude and lacking in their care of the elderly and anyone different. Alzheimer's Disease can strike anyone. It is not only the disease of the aged. My Grandmother likely began having symptoms in her late 40s. She died at the young age of 67. Alzheimer's is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;respecter&lt;/span&gt; of race, age, bank account, creed or religion. There is some evidence that an active brain can prolong the onset of symptoms. Knitting is one of the activities that can be helpful! But there are no guarantees. The medical community doesn't know as much as they would like to about Alzheimer's Disease, but there is at least one type which is hereditary. That is a scary sentence for those of us who have lost loved ones in the fog. My neurologist told me that the testing is not generally advised unless Alzheimer's Disease is suspected as a diagnosis because a person could have the gene and never have the disease. Having a positive result could cause a person to live in terrifying fear. So, I have not been tested and likely never will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A good read about Alzheimer's Disease is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Aging-Grace-Teaches-Healthier-Meaningful/dp/0553380923/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1222052803&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Aging With Grace&lt;/a&gt;, which chronicles the Nun Study. And a fiction film from Billy Graham's World Wide Pictures, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vow-Cherish-Barbara-Babcock/dp/B00005YRTB/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1222053017&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;A Vow To Cherish&lt;/a&gt;, is a heart wrenching portrayal of early onset Alzheimer's Disease as well as an example of how love is an action, not a feeling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you never experience it in your family or in your person.   But, if you do, please do not isolate yourself.  You are not alone.  People care.  Sometimes people don't know what to say.  Sometimes they are afraid.  But don't try to go it alone.  And by all means, don't try to do it without God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248652665327215234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNb1ymI8YoI/AAAAAAAAF3I/9eGuslszbBk/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, Grandma, I remember &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; for all those whose memories are buried.  Today I lifted my voice and hands to Heaven as I sang and I remembered you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-6946721930845508429?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/6946721930845508429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=6946721930845508429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/6946721930845508429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/6946721930845508429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/alzheimers-awareness-day-and-songs-on.html' title='Alzheimer&apos;s Awareness Day and Songs On Sunday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNbtZ31PdVI/AAAAAAAAF2w/O7yjd8hE6JU/s72-c/fog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-6771746428632044254</id><published>2008-09-19T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:04:18.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith On Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Faith On Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNQ0XgIMHcI/AAAAAAAAF2o/o6QYRgEl26w/s1600-h/Englande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247877044159389122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNQ0XgIMHcI/AAAAAAAAF2o/o6QYRgEl26w/s400/Englande.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;England (in the picture above), represents only one of the stops on both my physical and faith journeys in life. This last week, since hearing and studying about Abraham I have been thinking a lot about faith and what it means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/faith"&gt;Dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; gives results from 11 different dictionaries. Some of the entries have up to 9 different definitions of faith. The writer of Hebrews 11:1 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt;) says: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Someone in our study asked where the idea of "blind faith" comes in. What a great question! I offered that I felt it comes from the secular world and that God does not expect a blind faith. In fact, the realization has come over me, that my faith truly is a gift from God. The longer I walk with Him, the more I trust that in spite of all I see around me, He is True. Trust is a VERY difficult thing for me. When you've been burnt a number of times, you don't tend to sidle up next to the fire! Where did this trust come from? Honestly, I do not believe it stems from any good or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meritable&lt;/span&gt; trait within myself. I tend to be cynical and with a medical background and a love of research, I like proof or at least reasonable evidence. So this week I have been mentally tossing it around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Dictionary.com, I liked this portion from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Easton's&lt;/span&gt; Bible dictionary 1897 (faith. (n.d.). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Easton's&lt;/span&gt; 1897 Bible Dictionary. Retrieved September 19, 2008, from Dictionary.com website: &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/faith" minmax_bound="true"&gt;http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/faith&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Faith is in general the persuasion of the mind that a certain statement is true (Phil. 1:27; 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thess&lt;/span&gt;. 2:13). Its primary idea is trust. A thing is true, and therefore worthy of trust. It admits of many degrees up to full assurance of faith, in accordance with the evidence on which it rests. Faith is the result of teaching (Rom. 10:14-17). Knowledge is an essential element in all faith, and is sometimes spoken of as an equivalent to faith (John 10:38; 1 John 2:3). Yet the two are distinguished in this respect, that faith includes in it assent, which is an act of the will in addition to the act of the understanding. Assent to the truth is of the essence of faith, and the ultimate ground on which our assent to any revealed truth rests is the veracity of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What I took from this, besides the fact that I am barely beginning to understand in some ways what I know and believe, is that knowing something is one thing, assenting or agreeing to this information is another. One could be the brightest individual in the world but not use that knowledge and information to better one's own life or the lives of others. &lt;a href="http://www.mensa.org/"&gt;Mensa&lt;/a&gt; is an organization for those whose IQ score lists in the top 2% of the population. I'm sure there are many worthy people belonging, but I have also heard of Hollywood members with messed up lives touting their Mensa membership. Intelligence, just like money, cannot give you everything. Sometimes it gives you nothing. Most of the efforts we add are like the building blocks of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tower_of_Babel"&gt;The Tower of Babel&lt;/a&gt; - they glorify ourselves and will be destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a theologian. I've never been to seminary. I don't claim to have a corner market on Biblical knowledge and revelation. I just want to love Him more, better, fuller and grow! And I long to see other dear Sisters in the Lord, grow in their own faith and in their journey with knowing Him.  It seems to me that what God is looking for, is not the "volunteer of the year" (though good works are a fruit of our faith and faith without works is dead - James 2:17), nor "Martha Perfect", but willing hearts. God wants people who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;want to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Please excuse my imperfect grammar. I can have all the knowledge and information in the world, but if I never do anything with that knowledge, it is useless. In other words, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can buy a ticket, but if I don't get on the bus, I'm not going anywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of this quote from the above mentioned 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century source, takes a bit of thinking to wade through, but I believe it brings up some good points. (You could scroll down to the next black type if you aren't interested.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Saving faith is a moral act, as it proceeds from a renewed will, and a renewed will is necessary to believing assent to the truth of God (1 Cor. 2:14; 2 Cor. 4:4). Faith, therefore, has its seat in the moral part of our nature fully as much as in the intellectual. The mind must first be enlightened by divine teaching (John 6:44; Acts 13:48; 2 Cor. 4:6; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt;. 1:17, 18) before it can discern the things of the Spirit. Faith is necessary to our salvation (Mark 16:16), not because there is any merit in it, but simply because it is the sinner's taking the place assigned him by God, his falling in with what God is doing. The warrant or ground of faith is the divine testimony, not the reasonableness of what God says, but the simple fact that he says it. Faith rests immediately on, "Thus saith the Lord." But in order to this faith the veracity, sincerity, and truth of God must be owned and appreciated, together with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unchangeableness&lt;/span&gt;. God's word encourages and emboldens the sinner personally to transact with Christ as God's gift, to close with him, embrace him, give himself to Christ, and take Christ as his. That word comes with power, for it is the word of God who has revealed himself in his works, and especially in the cross. God is to be believed for his word's sake, but also for his name's sake. Faith in Christ secures for the believer freedom from condemnation, or justification before God; a participation in the life that is in Christ, the divine life (John 14:19; Rom. 6:4-10; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt;. 4:15,16, etc.); "peace with God" (Rom. 5:1); and sanctification (Acts 26:18; Gal. 5:6; Acts 15:9). All who thus believe in Christ will certainly be saved (John 6:37, 40; 10:27, 28; Rom. 8:1). The faith=the gospel (Acts 6:7; Rom. 1:5; Gal. 1:23; 1 Tim. 3:9; Jude 1:3).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What I took from this, is that I need to have knowledge of who God is (I highly recommend doing a study, like &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lord-Want-Know-You-Devotional/dp/1578564395/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1221869129&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Lord I Want To Know You&lt;/a&gt;.  Understanding more of God's character increases your trust in Him to fulfill His promises to you.), but I also have to decide whether I will "sit" on this knowledge or do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, I knew about God from an early age.  I believed the way a child believes and this belief was tested by fire.  But, when I was 11, the Gospel was presented to me and for the first time in my life, the eyes of my heart were WIDE OPEN.  I knew.  I understood.  Then I chose.  Once I understood what I knew, I had no other option than to choose Him.  I was compelled to move forward, I was compelled to choose baptism and there was no turning back.  Please, I'm not bragging on myself.  This was the work of the Holy Spirit coming to fruition in my heart.  Romans promises that those He calls, will be justified.  If anyone ever tells you that they did something to receive God's love or eternal salvation, then they are selling you a lie and do not know the truth of God, because all of our righteousness is as filthy rags to God.  (Isaiah 64)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do we know who God is?  How do we take that next step?  What do we do if we are "stuck"?  If you are feeling "stuck" right now or just not able to even "feel" right now - please don't turn away.  Please don't let the words of men, or for that matter, my words, turn you away.  Being stuck is a part of a growth pattern.  The key is not to stay stuck.  We all go through spiritual dry periods, but we need to choose NOT to stay there.  Many times this is easier said than done.  I don't know about you, but when I don't "feel" like doing something, it is so hard to get it done... or even get it started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't find the verse, but I remember reading that God KNOWS who we are and He is mindful of our frame, that we are but dust.  That is to say, He made us (Psalm 139) and He understands how we work.  He understands both our capabilities and our shortcomings.  He will never ask me to do something I cannot.  You wouldn't ask your vacuum cleaner to wash the dishes would you?  He is mindful of how you are made and when you are weak, He is strong.  Paul wasn't joking when the Holy Spirit inspired him to write, "I can do everything through him who gives me strength." (Philippians 4:13)  Nor, when he wrote Philippians 1:6:  "being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."  God keeps working on His UFOs (unfinished objects for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;knitterly&lt;/span&gt; types!).    He never abandons them! If you doubt His calling, His love for you, the gifts He has endowed you with, please read the first two chapters of Ephesians.  Do you know He is describing you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get to know this God in His Word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get to know this God in the praises of His people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get to know this God in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fellowshipping&lt;/span&gt; with His family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get to know this God in all He has created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get to know this God in conversation with Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You cannot shock God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will not plug His ears or turn His head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't even have to explain yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He even understands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves us anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you can't feel Him there, that's when He is likely closest to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't find the reference, but I remember reading, underlined in red in my Grandma Hopkins' Bible, that He promises to be with us even to our old age and gray hairs, even to the end.  She leaned on that promise every day.  She knew He meant it.  He means the same for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you don't want to open the Bible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you don't want to pray,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you don't want to sing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you don't want to fellowship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you don't want to talk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you don't want to think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you don't want to feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you don't want to take another step,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you don't want to wake up the next morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask Him to help you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;want to,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask Him to help you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask Him to hold you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask Him to strengthen you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask Him to lead you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask Him to guide you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask Him to teach you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask Him to show you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask Him to tell you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask Him to meet you where you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will be there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes we need to practice Psalm 46:10 - Be still and know that He is God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Psalmist writes over and over, that he called on God because he knew God would answer.  Call on Him.  He will answer.  He is the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are weak, He is strong.  He will listen for your voice.  He will answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you fall, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;get up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you fall again, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When your heart is bursting, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you can't get up, know He is holding you in His everlasting arms, that He is hiding you in the shadow of your wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abraham had faith.  God gave him the ticket.  Abraham "got on the bus".  God worked miracles in him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theresa had faith.  God gave her the ticket.  Theresa "got on the bus".  Man!  What a journey it has been.  God worked miracles in her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you holding a ticket?  Do you need a ticket?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask for faith.  Take the ticket.  "Get on the bus."  Don't let the enemy steal your joy.  "Keep on keeping on."  When you get to the desert, know that "this too shall pass."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are struggling, know that you are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  If you would like me to pray for your faith journey, feel free to email me (address on upper right) so that it is private.  I don't have all the answers, but I know He does.  Just as you bless me with your encouragement when I am weak, sad and discouraged, I hope to bless you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This study of Abraham has left me much to ponder.  I want to know Him more and more and understand the mystery and riches He has given me.  At this time I am thankful for the prompting our new sermon series and Bible study has given!  And if you read this far, thank you.  If you are feeling "spiritually up", pray for those who are feeling "spiritually down" or "stuck".  The greatest gift we can give each other is prayer - lifting each other up to the Father!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-6771746428632044254?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/6771746428632044254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=6771746428632044254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/6771746428632044254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/6771746428632044254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/faith-on-friday.html' title='Faith On Friday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SNQ0XgIMHcI/AAAAAAAAF2o/o6QYRgEl26w/s72-c/Englande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-6506987157152561224</id><published>2008-09-17T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:05:42.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wellness Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wellness Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Good Morning Everyone! First of all, THANK YOU for everyone who has given comments, ideas and encouragements! I'm slowly working on a system to be able to reply to all the comments I receive, but it is hard to keep up. So, if you do not receive a reply, please do not think that I do not care. I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday I made the mistake of writing to you as I was still absorbing the not so fun news from the orthopedic surgeon. This Wednesday, I have a better perspective. Sunday I made it to church and I went forward for prayer and anointing. Tuesday I made it to ladies Bible study on Abraham. Fellowship was a tremendous help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I wore the knee immobilizer, used the cane and did the minimum amount of walking possible, last night I could feel why I am NOT supposed to walk. Given how far I have gradually come over the last 5 weeks, I do not think it will take 3 months to be walking. Today I feel more hopeful and I am looking forward to seeing the physical therapist next Thursday to start planning a more active role in my recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I am taking &lt;a href="http://fruitfulwords.wordpress.com/"&gt;Susan's&lt;/a&gt; advice and working on organizing and doing the things I can do from a sitting position. This week I have gone through about 1200 emails from the last year just sitting in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hotmail&lt;/span&gt; inbox! That felt good. And Ruth at &lt;a href="http://sewchic.blogspot.com/2008/09/sewing-with-plan.html"&gt;Sew Chic&lt;/a&gt; had a great post about planning ahead for sewing.  I was excited to read this because it is one of the things that bothered me that I cannot do right now, especially since I purchased a lot of fabric on my trip and many new to me vintage sewing patterns that I want to try.  If I plan out things now, then when I am able to sit in that position to sew and press, as well as cut out, I'll be ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, schooling is going well in the sitting position.  As many of you suggested, arm and upper body exercises can be done while sitting and I have incorporated that for our P.E. time.  The girls love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is learning how to make bread, which is helpful since that does require a lot of standing.  He made his first solo batch on Sunday and it turned out pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like sewing planning, I'm doing cooking planning.  I have purchased several new cookbooks for healthy cooking and will be planning some new menus for the future when I am able to stand more in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up.  Praise God!  Would you please pray for my Hubby, though?  We are wearing him out.  He already does so much for us and now even more.  Next week he will start teaching another University of Phoenix class, which means Thursdays will be marathon days, not coming home until 11PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for sticking by me and all your support.  Next week I'll try to come up with something more interesting for Wellness Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-6506987157152561224?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/6506987157152561224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=6506987157152561224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/6506987157152561224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/6506987157152561224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/wellness-wednesday_17.html' title='Wellness Wednesday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-6474761356067483803</id><published>2008-09-15T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:07:38.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A'/><title type='text'>Make New Friends, But Keep the Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8T5T67p2I/AAAAAAAAF2E/AckTi4xCTMU/s1600-h/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246433966230841186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8T5T67p2I/AAAAAAAAF2E/AckTi4xCTMU/s400/50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make new friends,but keep the old.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;One is silver,the other is gold.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(A and J)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were ever a Girl Scout, you undoubtedly recognize those lyrics.  I remember the beauty of that song sung a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;capella&lt;/span&gt; and in round by  young girls at camp, many moons ago.  And really they have been a theme for my life.  Every year I attended a different school until I reached middle school.  There have been many other good byes and "start overs" in my life and sometimes making friends has been hard.  Generally I have been on the fringe in life, hanging on the edge, not quite in the inner circle - too quiet, too smart/nerdy, too conservative, too intense - fill in the blank.  My Mom had many a wet shoulder consoling me through the years.  But those experiences taught me to choose genuine people to develop friendships with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hardest parts of moving to California, was leaving behind the sisterhood of friends I had developed at Northwest Pediatrics/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Madrona&lt;/span&gt; Medical Group.  Nurses and medical staff work together through a lot of stress to get the job done and the bonds created in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;camaraderie&lt;/span&gt; are strong.  I don't regret coming here with Hubby, because he is my home, but I do miss those friends.  And when I go back to visit, it is hard.  You can't just drop by in the middle of a busy medical schedule to say hi - well, you can but you get in the way.  So, it has been 5 years or more since I have seen many of the people dear to me, but each visit home I try to visit my friend J.  J is a "golden" friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8T5RigiuI/AAAAAAAAF2M/WDfIdWsdTAA/s1600-h/49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246433965591530210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8T5RigiuI/AAAAAAAAF2M/WDfIdWsdTAA/s400/49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J, A and D on the swings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J is one of the nurses I worked with for about 9 years at Northwest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Peds&lt;/span&gt;.  At first we knew each other in passing and then circumstances brought us closer.  One year J had a heart attack and since, at that time, I was working part time for Dr. K and part time on the desk, I was chosen to fill in for her doctor.  Not an easy job working for a perfectionist doctor.  Not an easy job filling J's shoes!  Praise God, J survived and healed and returned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somewhere along the line, I began photographing her children's weddings.  I have enjoyed and been challenged by photographing 4 of her 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt;' weddings and twice I have done family pictures with the whole big group.  In spite of one of her sons being grumpy :o) about smiling in the pictures, it has been fun.  Through the years I saw her family grow and change.  One of the things I found satisfying about my years in pediatrics (as opposed to my other experiences in ob/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gyn&lt;/span&gt;, family practice and various specialties), was the relationship you develop with your patients, seeing them change and grow and getting to know some of them personally due to the nature of frequent pediatric visits.  I experienced that same joy photographing her family and then remaining friends.   Now one of the children from the first marriage I photographed is a teenager!  And two of the girls from that marriage are identical twins born during the blizzard, the same night I met Hubby online!  None of us will forget that night! :o)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;August tenth unfolded the next chapter in our friendship.  K and B, the two girls whose weddings I photographed were there with their children.  J whose wedding I also photographed, was there with his children.  All our children played together, just as if they always knew each other.  Kids can be mean, it's true, but they also have an amazing capacity to expand their play realm to include others.  It wouldn't surprise me if they didn't even know each others' names - they just get down to the important stuff - PLAYING!  Discernment is a good thing, but maybe we adults should loosen up and learn a few things from our children!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8T5ugLQxI/AAAAAAAAF2U/-WgUY7CmN8c/s1600-h/47.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8T5sl1R3I/AAAAAAAAF2c/c_Yiq-9j9dY/s1600-h/47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246433972853229426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8T5sl1R3I/AAAAAAAAF2c/c_Yiq-9j9dY/s400/47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is L, the newest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grand baby&lt;/span&gt;.  He was a little sleepy and happy to be in Grandma's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246433143084315250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8TJZdgcnI/AAAAAAAAF1U/0weD_iKQ87I/s400/46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He wasn't quite sure what to think of me with the camera, but watched from his safe position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8TUXDEukI/AAAAAAAAF18/zPOu0GNZbd8/s1600-h/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246433331415136834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8TUXDEukI/AAAAAAAAF18/zPOu0GNZbd8/s400/44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L has a big sister named E who has all kinds of adventures that her Mommy shares with us via email.   When I took this picture she hadn't decided yet what to think about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8TJ01xdDI/AAAAAAAAF1k/rlWCaP4lYfo/s1600-h/45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246433150433850418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8TJ01xdDI/AAAAAAAAF1k/rlWCaP4lYfo/s400/45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E is the best kind of princess - beautiful and lady like and able to hold her own! :o) Do you see that look she is giving me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8TKCG4TaI/AAAAAAAAF1s/zCgb3u3bRjg/s1600-h/43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246433153995263394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8TKCG4TaI/AAAAAAAAF1s/zCgb3u3bRjg/s400/43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8TKRK7uMI/AAAAAAAAF10/Hj_s2j1s_48/s1600-h/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246433158038796482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8TKRK7uMI/AAAAAAAAF10/Hj_s2j1s_48/s400/42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8ORQD-CkI/AAAAAAAAF0s/G_-1xCDlPAA/s1600-h/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246427780442098242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8ORQD-CkI/AAAAAAAAF0s/G_-1xCDlPAA/s400/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8ORf-vNjI/AAAAAAAAF00/CKNawefl1M4/s1600-h/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246427784715122226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8ORf-vNjI/AAAAAAAAF00/CKNawefl1M4/s400/39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a few shots, L began to warm up and gave me a smile!  How could you resist that face?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8ORh4OcHI/AAAAAAAAF08/rBW6HUtMBCU/s1600-h/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246427785224679538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8ORh4OcHI/AAAAAAAAF08/rBW6HUtMBCU/s400/38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8ORheVOwI/AAAAAAAAF1E/c6xhSCOvaA4/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246427785116072706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8ORheVOwI/AAAAAAAAF1E/c6xhSCOvaA4/s400/37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture cracks me up.  L looks a lot like his Grandma's side of the family and I thought it was funny to get them both in profile, but looking opposite directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8ORzk4yKI/AAAAAAAAF1M/llbC4h27gYM/s1600-h/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246427789975406754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8ORzk4yKI/AAAAAAAAF1M/llbC4h27gYM/s400/36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sharing a special moment with Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NtlD7yyI/AAAAAAAAF0E/j21j3ixXckw/s1600-h/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246427167603804962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NtlD7yyI/AAAAAAAAF0E/j21j3ixXckw/s400/35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NtySQ2uI/AAAAAAAAF0M/aiukj5J-iCY/s1600-h/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246427171153566434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NtySQ2uI/AAAAAAAAF0M/aiukj5J-iCY/s400/34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L is admiring his Papa!  Here J is with her Hubby M.  They have been married almost as long as I have been alive!  Together they have a wonderful family and homestead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8Nt1fCsLI/AAAAAAAAF0U/b-2qQoCZXWY/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246427172012470450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8Nt1fCsLI/AAAAAAAAF0U/b-2qQoCZXWY/s400/33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; M and J have quite a romantic story, having met as children.  Both of their families, at separate times, lived in the big farmhouse they have been lovingly restoring.  They met as children and the rest is history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NuFShF0I/AAAAAAAAF0c/NlH5C_DOK2o/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246427176254904130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NuFShF0I/AAAAAAAAF0c/NlH5C_DOK2o/s400/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L is still keeping an eye on Papa - what's he getting ready to do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NuHemcVI/AAAAAAAAF0k/j0GRnno772E/s1600-h/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246427176842457426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NuHemcVI/AAAAAAAAF0k/j0GRnno772E/s400/31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L and E are the children of M and J's youngest daughter B and her great Hubby T.  E was still not real sure - can you see that the tears are not too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NAB6DkdI/AAAAAAAAFzc/-z8BQFALezk/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246426385073017298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NAB6DkdI/AAAAAAAAFzc/-z8BQFALezk/s400/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NANY1DLI/AAAAAAAAFzk/y97QqRTTs4s/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246426388154879154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NANY1DLI/AAAAAAAAFzk/y97QqRTTs4s/s400/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NAabmj7I/AAAAAAAAFzs/YV6OlKhozhA/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246426391656173490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NAabmj7I/AAAAAAAAFzs/YV6OlKhozhA/s400/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NAnCc5XI/AAAAAAAAFz0/fvXSIsGE_9k/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246426395040343410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NAnCc5XI/AAAAAAAAFz0/fvXSIsGE_9k/s400/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently L just wanted to see Grandma's face.  I kept shooting.  There were giggles and it was cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NAsoIuzI/AAAAAAAAFz8/g-nEwOPAUcc/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246426396540582706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8NAsoIuzI/AAAAAAAAFz8/g-nEwOPAUcc/s400/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8MlHzI9eI/AAAAAAAAFy0/Ej3YAHrqDD8/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246425922798155234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8MlHzI9eI/AAAAAAAAFy0/Ej3YAHrqDD8/s400/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My girls had fun playing with E.  They're in a blur because they are running circles around one of the vehicles.  Hey, whatever gets the energy out! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  Remember I have city kids.  They were so happy to get out on the farm and play.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8MlRJSHsI/AAAAAAAAFy8/iRU5Itu9_no/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246425925306949314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8MlRJSHsI/AAAAAAAAFy8/iRU5Itu9_no/s400/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here E and my J are rounding the corner.  J is overflowing with delight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8Mlv4Q8VI/AAAAAAAAFzE/BfdrDQG6YRc/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246425933557068114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8Mlv4Q8VI/AAAAAAAAFzE/BfdrDQG6YRc/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J's youngest son R has a lot of birds.  Here is J and one of the emus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8MljS3G1I/AAAAAAAAFzM/xxzNvon-Otk/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246425930178960210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8MljS3G1I/AAAAAAAAFzM/xxzNvon-Otk/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are several peacocks and pea hens with beautiful colors.  They had just molted but their colors were spectacular.  I'd love to have some silk to knit in that color of blue!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8Ml4z43pI/AAAAAAAAFzU/xAZUsuTsmoc/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246425935954632338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8Ml4z43pI/AAAAAAAAFzU/xAZUsuTsmoc/s400/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E,J,D and A watching the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8MLH-1D7I/AAAAAAAAFyM/RN0NHwYCvlU/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246425476170583986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8MLH-1D7I/AAAAAAAAFyM/RN0NHwYCvlU/s400/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby peacocks, running from me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8MLah21CI/AAAAAAAAFyU/3n_klMjDd58/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246425481149338658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8MLah21CI/AAAAAAAAFyU/3n_klMjDd58/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to the other side to capture the kids' faces as they watched and fed the birds.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Unbeknownst&lt;/span&gt; to me, there was a peacock roosted above me and when he jumped down noisily in front of me, I must have jumped ten feet!  J got a good laugh at my expense! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8MLsJJHaI/AAAAAAAAFyc/feLf1ObPGqs/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246425485877517730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8MLsJJHaI/AAAAAAAAFyc/feLf1ObPGqs/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8MLhyN14I/AAAAAAAAFyk/j7PX8Fj2h74/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246425483097003906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8MLhyN14I/AAAAAAAAFyk/j7PX8Fj2h74/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Several of my online friends have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Farmall&lt;/span&gt; tractors, so I had to take a picture of this sign.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8ML6RRmsI/AAAAAAAAFys/bos24w0KXeg/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246425489669724866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8ML6RRmsI/AAAAAAAAFys/bos24w0KXeg/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing in the barn with all the cousins and their excitable dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424896862939698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LpZ5H6jI/AAAAAAAAFx0/dmUlFNOzgPY/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LpG98c1I/AAAAAAAAFxk/uZRVUkfBdaU/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424891782886226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LpG98c1I/AAAAAAAAFxk/uZRVUkfBdaU/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LpHcoXoI/AAAAAAAAFxs/fVnb6EEaHMs/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424891911593602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LpHcoXoI/AAAAAAAAFxs/fVnb6EEaHMs/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the boys, "just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hangin&lt;/span&gt;'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8Lpp0nX7I/AAAAAAAAFx8/P04u7hpEezk/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424901138997170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8Lpp0nX7I/AAAAAAAAFx8/P04u7hpEezk/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all decided to walk down the road a block to the entrance of R's land which adjoins his parents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LpoynZPI/AAAAAAAAFyE/jq20QTtZl1Q/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424900862174450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LpoynZPI/AAAAAAAAFyE/jq20QTtZl1Q/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LV6T1KnI/AAAAAAAAFw8/5l9YDpr7sks/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424561967508082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LV6T1KnI/AAAAAAAAFw8/5l9YDpr7sks/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the boys rode a dirt bike.  D's eyes were as big as saucers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LWJwR_sI/AAAAAAAAFxE/WYHJ22UJ5fk/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424566113369794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LWJwR_sI/AAAAAAAAFxE/WYHJ22UJ5fk/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J,D and A - the city mice in the country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LWb4HdXI/AAAAAAAAFxM/JejqtqEFqzE/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424570978071922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LWb4HdXI/AAAAAAAAFxM/JejqtqEFqzE/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E, J and A played harmoniously at the piano.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LWruJIDI/AAAAAAAAFxU/3Muhwp_zuio/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424575231205426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LWruJIDI/AAAAAAAAFxU/3Muhwp_zuio/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids were playing some sort of Indiana Jones adventure on this boat.  The beauty of a zoom lens is "spying" on the kids without them knowing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LW7wkQTI/AAAAAAAAFxc/fX4_hwF008g/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424579536339250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LW7wkQTI/AAAAAAAAFxc/fX4_hwF008g/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oops!  They caught me.  Now we became the villains in their play drama.  A was right in the midst of all the boys, happy as a clam.  J is a bit overwhelmed when we are with a lot of people so she watched with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LFsyoHfI/AAAAAAAAFwU/_7CLUqlYzh4/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424283460673010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LFsyoHfI/AAAAAAAAFwU/_7CLUqlYzh4/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh no!  The villains draw near!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LFiIcAfI/AAAAAAAAFwc/nVKKAee-eVY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424280599364082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LFiIcAfI/AAAAAAAAFwc/nVKKAee-eVY/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E was told she could take a couple cookies home with her, so she snuck down the porch with this handful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LFyChNII/AAAAAAAAFwk/rP4Q-81m3V8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424284869506178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LFyChNII/AAAAAAAAFwk/rP4Q-81m3V8/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A is checking out K as she says good bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LF4bHUSI/AAAAAAAAFws/9qjcNLxYd9o/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424286583279906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LF4bHUSI/AAAAAAAAFws/9qjcNLxYd9o/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; K with J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LGHpOZ7I/AAAAAAAAFw0/vo6U_AokcYg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424290668996530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8LGHpOZ7I/AAAAAAAAFw0/vo6U_AokcYg/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; K and D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sure had a lovely time with lots of play, walking, a good lunch and great fellowship!  Whenever I visit with J, I feel so comfortable and relaxed, it's hard to say goodbye.  The nicest kinds of friends, silver or gold, are the ones you can pick right up with, wherever you left off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks J and Family for a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/12387591-6474761356067483803?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/6474761356067483803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=6474761356067483803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/6474761356067483803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/6474761356067483803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/make-new-friends-but-keep-old.html' title='Make New Friends, But Keep the Old'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM8T5T67p2I/AAAAAAAAF2E/AckTi4xCTMU/s72-c/50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-5854938453685509699</id><published>2008-09-14T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:01:22.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith On Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs on Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><title type='text'>Songs On Sunday and Belated Faith on Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM2pM6Ur8bI/AAAAAAAAFvc/JEOHgISZ-88/s1600-h/10+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246035180236042674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM2pM6Ur8bI/AAAAAAAAFvc/JEOHgISZ-88/s400/10+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I was reading &lt;a href="http://vaqueenbee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Virginia Queen Bee's&lt;/a&gt; blog last night and enjoying her music.  One song on her play list was the Vineyard version of I Surrender All, which I also have in my CD collection.  This song has long been a favorite and has been a theme along the way for my journey of faith.  Surrender is not always a one time event.  As I grow in Christ and encounter struggles along the way, I find that He is asking me to surrender another piece here and another piece there.  It's not that it is easy, but I look at it this way - He is the Creator of all the Universe and He made me to be me... likely He knows best, right?  I find it to be one of the ironies of the Christian walk, that the more you give over yourself, the more you, you become.   Currently, I am walking in frustration, or more appropriately, hobbling along.  Last night He gently tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Surrender."  This morning in church, the adventure continued.  (see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Surrender All&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;by J.W. Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deventer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. All to Jesus I surrender;&lt;br /&gt;all to him I freely give;&lt;br /&gt;I will ever love and trust him,&lt;br /&gt;in his presence daily live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;I surrender all, I surrender all,&lt;br /&gt;all to thee, my blessed Savior,&lt;br /&gt;I surrender all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. All to Jesus I surrender;&lt;br /&gt;humbly at his feet I bow,&lt;br /&gt;worldly pleasures all forsaken;&lt;br /&gt;take me, Jesus, take me now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. All to Jesus I surrender;&lt;br /&gt;make me, Savior, wholly thine;&lt;br /&gt;fill me with thy love and power;&lt;br /&gt;truly know that thou art mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. All to Jesus I surrender;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I give myself to thee;&lt;br /&gt;fill me with thy love and power;&lt;br /&gt;let thy blessing fall on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. All to Jesus I surrender;&lt;br /&gt;now I feel the sacred flame.&lt;br /&gt;O the joy of full salvation!&lt;br /&gt;Glory, glory, to his name! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246035776909231394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM2pvpGqRSI/AAAAAAAAFwE/b6Q4vTPvAdU/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hydrangeas are one of my favorite flowers.  When I have land of my own, I have to plant several in different areas to see all the different colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246035776545257794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM2pvnv4eUI/AAAAAAAAFwM/AeBL9qmYehQ/s400/6+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These bushes were at my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jeanene's&lt;/span&gt; house.  I'll be posting more about our visit soon.  She is a good friend from my pediatric nursing days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246035181490373650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM2pM-_vhBI/AAAAAAAAFvk/zggahn_7gnk/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during the service, I went forward to one of our elders and his wife, to ask for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anointing&lt;/span&gt; and prayer for healing.  As he and his wife prayed, peace swept over me.  The worship team seemed louder than usual and drowned out some of the specific words of the prayers, but I think God wanted me to hear these words from another old favorite:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust And Obey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;John H. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sammis&lt;/span&gt;, 1846-1919&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. When we walk with the Lord&lt;br /&gt;in the light of his word,&lt;br /&gt;what a glory he sheds on our way!&lt;br /&gt;While we do his good will,&lt;br /&gt;he abides with us still,&lt;br /&gt;and with all who will trust and obey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Trust and obey, for there's no other way&lt;br /&gt;to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Not a burden we bear,&lt;br /&gt;not a sorrow we share,&lt;br /&gt;but our toil he doth richly repay;&lt;br /&gt;not a grief or a loss,&lt;br /&gt;not a frown or a cross,&lt;br /&gt;but is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blest&lt;/span&gt; if we trust and obey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. But we never can prove&lt;br /&gt;the delights of his love&lt;br /&gt;until all on the altar we lay;&lt;br /&gt;for the favor he shows,&lt;br /&gt;for the joy he bestows,&lt;br /&gt;are for them who will trust and obey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Then in fellowship sweet&lt;br /&gt;we will sit at his feet,&lt;br /&gt;or we'll walk by his side in the way;&lt;br /&gt;what he says we will do,&lt;br /&gt;where he sends we will go;&lt;br /&gt;never fear, only trust and obey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246035183160005586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM2pNFN0E9I/AAAAAAAAFvs/7CHb2BImS_0/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust is a continual issue for me, given some of my early experiences, but He has been gently leading and teaching me to the point that I do trust Him.  I need nudges once in awhile to remember how Trustworthy He is and that I don't need to hold on so tight, but don't we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246034924827199170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM2o-C2eRsI/AAAAAAAAFu0/NJb2BKH_8e4/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pastor Mike began a new sermon series this week on the life of Abraham.  There will be several small groups on Sundays and in the week to study him further.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246034932485004306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM2o-fYPHBI/AAAAAAAAFu8/2cTs3O37OXU/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday I will join other ladies at our church for a study led by one of our Pastor's wives.  Ever since I heard her speak at a lady's "Mug and Muffin" last year where there was a panel of mature women in the Lord sharing their experiences as wives, mothers and Believers, I have longed to sit at her feet in a Titus 2:4 learning situation.  I am looking forward to this and connecting with other ladies.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shhh&lt;/span&gt;... don't tell anyone that I will be walking!  I'll be good though with my immobilizer and cane!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246034929019190642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM2o-Sd6_XI/AAAAAAAAFvE/g0SFIdQtcQY/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For me, the key reminder from the sermon today was that faith in God does not mean that we do not have questions.  But it does mean that we obey Him and trust Him to answer those questions as we need them.  I have walked with the Lord for more than thirty years now, sometimes more faithfully than others, but He has NEVER been unfaithful to me.  I do not expect that to happen now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246034933105430434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM2o-hsKD6I/AAAAAAAAFvM/Oc6LzV97tmo/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all need faith boosts along the way.  Often mine comes through music, but I also appreciate the fellowship of other Believers.  I know many people say that we do not have to go to church or that their church is in the mountains or on the beach.  And there is some truth to both of those statements.  However, we are instructed not to forsake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fellowshipping&lt;/span&gt; with other Believers.   That does not say, "Thou shalt go to church."  But it is important for us to fellowship with other Believers for encouragement, to encourage, for learning, teaching and simply for the reason that one of the main ways that God can reach out to love us is through His other children.  Today it was nice to be back in fellowship, to sing His praises, to worship with my Husband and to see the joy and delight on my children's faces as I watched through the window of kids' church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246034932922101458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM2o-hAcrtI/AAAAAAAAFvU/_uk_6eEDF5o/s400/1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight, I feel more encouraged and uplifted.  I feel fresh strength to face the next leg of the journey.  I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least, Thank You to everyone who has been writing me and encouraging me through your comments and emails! I feel privileged to call you friends! :o)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-5854938453685509699?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/5854938453685509699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=5854938453685509699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5854938453685509699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5854938453685509699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/songs-on-sunday-and-belated-faith-on.html' title='Songs On Sunday and Belated Faith on Friday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SM2pM6Ur8bI/AAAAAAAAFvc/JEOHgISZ-88/s72-c/10+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-1865881530730921469</id><published>2008-09-13T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:03:14.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tisdale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Requests'/><title type='text'>Please Pray For My Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMwZNmfTiBI/AAAAAAAAFus/q9F4ZN7FNPU/s1600-h/Barbara,Dan%2520%26%2520Ted%2520At%2520the%2520Hospital%2520005-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245595387440629778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMwZNmfTiBI/AAAAAAAAFus/q9F4ZN7FNPU/s400/Barbara,Dan%2520%26%2520Ted%2520At%2520the%2520Hospital%2520005-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins' Wife/Mom, Barbara passed away today.  I mentioned her earlier in the year as she was fighting brain cancer, the same type that Ted Kennedy has.  Last night she went into a semi coma and the Lord granted her sweet sleep this morning and she is gone.  Today she is Home.  Please pray for Dan who is in Asia and his family and for Ted and Ted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jr&lt;/span&gt; who are at home in Alaska.  And though he is not one of my favorite people, please pray Ted Kennedy and his family.  Money might buy time but not life.&lt;br /&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/12387591-1865881530730921469?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/1865881530730921469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=1865881530730921469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/1865881530730921469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/1865881530730921469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/please-pray-for-my-cousins.html' title='Please Pray For My Cousins'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMwZNmfTiBI/AAAAAAAAFus/q9F4ZN7FNPU/s72-c/Barbara,Dan%2520%26%2520Ted%2520At%2520the%2520Hospital%2520005-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-2292498435472935573</id><published>2008-09-13T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:47:09.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMwXLD7hnmI/AAAAAAAAFuk/kGNeO_tWh3o/s1600-h/Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245593144780758626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMwXLD7hnmI/AAAAAAAAFuk/kGNeO_tWh3o/s400/Dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Daniel Eugene Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;9/13/45 - 9/25/00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I praise God that you finally chose Him and that we will see each other again.  I remember you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-2292498435472935573?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/2292498435472935573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=2292498435472935573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/2292498435472935573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/2292498435472935573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMwXLD7hnmI/AAAAAAAAFuk/kGNeO_tWh3o/s72-c/Dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-6191747694681943050</id><published>2008-09-10T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:46:46.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>Boy Meets Mountain</title><content type='html'>The one thing (besides see Grandma and Grandpa!) that my little D man wanted to do on our trip was see Mt. St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Helens&lt;/span&gt;.   We went to Mount Lassen this May and he began to be interested in volcanoes.  Then he saw a VHS tape of Mt. St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Helens&lt;/span&gt; that my Mom had found at a garage sale and he was hooked.  It is geared to adults but he is fascinated in seeing it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;erupt&lt;/span&gt;.  So, limping along, in the rain, we headed to Mt. St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Helens&lt;/span&gt; to see a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMin-k8hx2I/AAAAAAAAFuU/GgKs_8bWB7Y/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244626459584218978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMin-k8hx2I/AAAAAAAAFuU/GgKs_8bWB7Y/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At one of the visitor centers on the way up, we stopped for a break and I enjoyed the maple leaves and moss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMin-11SsvI/AAAAAAAAFuc/oObAIV3hips/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244626464117273330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMin-11SsvI/AAAAAAAAFuc/oObAIV3hips/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everywhere we have gone in the state this year we have seen the vine maples in glorious colors.  Usually we don't see them when we are up in August, so it must be because of all the rain and cool weather that they had this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMinGovY5SI/AAAAAAAAFts/4L9HWZ0y3YY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244625498530178338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMinGovY5SI/AAAAAAAAFts/4L9HWZ0y3YY/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new bridge built over the valley, entering the blast zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMinGycenLI/AAAAAAAAFt0/QcuaCNf2kAI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244625501135215794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMinGycenLI/AAAAAAAAFt0/QcuaCNf2kAI/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bridge begins on the left edge of the red blast zone.  This is the area that was directly effected by the blast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMinG42kk4I/AAAAAAAAFt8/Jht6suh9-EI/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244625502855271298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMinG42kk4I/AAAAAAAAFt8/Jht6suh9-EI/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The water winding through is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Toutle&lt;/span&gt; River and the wide brown ribbon is the path that the mad rush of ash, mud and timber took as it roared down the mountain and valley.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those of us who lived in Washington at the time all have stories of where we were when "she blew".  I was at home in Everett, Washington, several hours away and it was loud, sounding like someone was blowing up stumps with dynamite down the road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMinHKi0jWI/AAAAAAAAFuE/tEGyCemXPy8/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244625507604270434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMinHKi0jWI/AAAAAAAAFuE/tEGyCemXPy8/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the view from the parking lot at the Johnston Observatory across from the crater and dome.  It didn't look promising.  I really felt for my little guy and prayed that we would be able to see &lt;em&gt;something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMinHBnjyfI/AAAAAAAAFuM/8VBjEiC2t5o/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244625505208224242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMinHBnjyfI/AAAAAAAAFuM/8VBjEiC2t5o/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are not very good as it was rainy, but it was pretty in it's own way.  It was heartbreaking not to be able to photograph all the wildflowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilgMy4BGI/AAAAAAAAFtE/MMa7iUhR3g0/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244623738681951330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilgMy4BGI/AAAAAAAAFtE/MMa7iUhR3g0/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilgcVvPcI/AAAAAAAAFtM/A8Sc6XcV93w/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244623742854708674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilgcVvPcI/AAAAAAAAFtM/A8Sc6XcV93w/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilgZyBXUI/AAAAAAAAFtU/6BR0EdkQ5kg/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244623742168030530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilgZyBXUI/AAAAAAAAFtU/6BR0EdkQ5kg/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilgtBNt4I/AAAAAAAAFtc/9lgVGRwLL0s/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244623747332028290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilgtBNt4I/AAAAAAAAFtc/9lgVGRwLL0s/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I took a few pictures anyway, just to remember.  They aren't too focused because it was starting to drizzle heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilgwlpmvI/AAAAAAAAFtk/m8XAds78RPY/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244623748290157298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilgwlpmvI/AAAAAAAAFtk/m8XAds78RPY/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that didn't daunt the spirit of my almost 7 year old.  Here he is with his rain jacket on, happy to be at Mt. St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Helens&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilHdsYoqI/AAAAAAAAFsc/kfEzRhynxDs/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244623313721402018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilHdsYoqI/AAAAAAAAFsc/kfEzRhynxDs/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't photograph very well, but look at the surprise God gave us!  It's a rainbow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilHXT01nI/AAAAAAAAFsk/vID0k7XVOiU/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244623312007779954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilHXT01nI/AAAAAAAAFsk/vID0k7XVOiU/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Straight ahead would be Mt. St. Helen's, had she chosen to show her face.  This looks blah and boring, but was fascinating for me to see.  I came here in 1997 and the landscape looked like a moon landscape and that was 17 years after the blast!  Today there is quite a lot of green growth and many areas are quite beautiful showing less effect.  The wide path of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lavar&lt;/span&gt; flow, the stands of dead trees and the hummocks scattered through the valley remain as reminders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilHg4U1bI/AAAAAAAAFss/bkC_KE4zxnI/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244623314576790962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilHg4U1bI/AAAAAAAAFss/bkC_KE4zxnI/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilH420s4I/AAAAAAAAFs0/NgvnKlxNF9c/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244623321012941698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilH420s4I/AAAAAAAAFs0/NgvnKlxNF9c/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived just in time to see the last showing of "A Message From The Mountain."  Our kids have never been to a theater so it was fun for them and D was on the edge of his seat watching the whole time.  At the end, they open the curtains... and you are supposed to see Mt. St. Helen's.  I saw it this way in 1997 and is really awe inspiring after watching the volcano movie.  This day there were only clouds.  That's weather in the mountains for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilH80o90I/AAAAAAAAFs8/5Hirwh9zMNs/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244623322077525826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMilH80o90I/AAAAAAAAFs8/5Hirwh9zMNs/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, had the mountain been out, you would have seen it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMikrdpWHTI/AAAAAAAAFr0/Ttm6RD8Koas/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244622832672316722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMikrdpWHTI/AAAAAAAAFr0/Ttm6RD8Koas/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMikra_BcJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/zz0u_xVrHOc/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244622831957930130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMikra_BcJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/zz0u_xVrHOc/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMikrrcZMyI/AAAAAAAAFsE/wg6BCVeqOwU/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244622836376089378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMikrrcZMyI/AAAAAAAAFsE/wg6BCVeqOwU/s400/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMikr-lLZSI/AAAAAAAAFsM/GVlGcqNyzRI/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244622841513207074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMikr-lLZSI/AAAAAAAAFsM/GVlGcqNyzRI/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMiksMW59BI/AAAAAAAAFsU/uwONtta8FLE/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244622845211440146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMiksMW59BI/AAAAAAAAFsU/uwONtta8FLE/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This last shot shows Spirit Lake in the distance on the left.  It is filled with all the timber from trees which were blown into it from the blast.  Even though we had not seen the top/crater of the mountain, it was quite interesting.  One of these days I will scan some of my photos from 1997 for comparison.  I took quite a few then.  My friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jutta&lt;/span&gt; and her husband and son were here from Germany.  Engraved in my mind is the memory of her little one nursing during the movie showing and how is head POPPED up when the mountain blew on screen!  Still makes me chuckle.  He's a big boy now, almost 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-6191747694681943050?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/6191747694681943050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=6191747694681943050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/6191747694681943050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/6191747694681943050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/boy-meets-mountain.html' title='Boy Meets Mountain'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMin-k8hx2I/AAAAAAAAFuU/GgKs_8bWB7Y/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-5518425802065578828</id><published>2008-09-10T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:16:54.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wellness Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Requests'/><title type='text'>Wellness Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Well, today started out good at least. I stepped on the scale to find out I had lost a pound - 309#. However, the progression of the day was not very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I saw the orthopedic surgeon. The diagnosis of torn meniscus has been confirmed. He gave me the choice of #1 surgery, #2 cortisone injection and physical therapy, #3 physical therapy or #4 choose 2 or 3 and then add #1 later. I chose #3 and hobbled out the door with an xray request, a cane and a knee immobilizer! Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day would have been better if the lady at Whole Foods whom I apologized to for my children's behavior running around her, hadn't said, "That's okay, I have three grandchildren too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT have an AARP card. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I'm just establishing the fact that - I. Am. Not. Eligible. Period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being told that I should not be walking at all except to go to the bathroom and to and from the car for THREE MONTHS, I think I went into a small state of shock. This evening I feel like I woke up from a dream only to find out it wasn't a dream. :o( So I had my little pity party and now I am trying to work on not feeling so bad about it. It's not very encouraging to be told that a torn meniscus never heals in a person "your age" and that the only thing to do is alleviate the pain either through PT or surgery, but even with that, it would still remain injured and become arthritis. According to the surgeon, I may never regain full use of my knee, especially if I do not lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said I cannot go shopping. So that's why I had my last hurrah, stocking up on some things I needed from Whole Foods that might be difficult to send Hubby for (since I needed to make decisions and see some things to compare).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even begin to express my disappointment in not being able to exercise (I'm only allowed to swim, which is not an option right now.)! My body is really craving it. And I refuse to go backwards in this journey for Wholeness and especially physical health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this weekend, Hubby and I are going to regroup. We will figure out how I can do many kitchen tasks at the table sitting down with help from Hubby or D. We will probably work together to make some meals to put in the freezer. And I will go forward on Sunday for annointing and prayer. The &lt;a href="http://www.cmalliance.org/whoweare/whoweare-future.jsp"&gt;mission&lt;/a&gt; of the Christian and Missionary Alliance is: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"We desire to know Jesus Christ as Savior, Sanctifier, Healer, and Coming King and to complete His Great Commission. " &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I do believe that He heals. Sometimes we see it on earth. Sometimes it comes in Heaven. But I refuse to sit down and give up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please, if you have any ideas for me to keep getting healthy while mostly immobile, would you please let me know. Also could you pray for me that after I adjust to this yucky news, that my heart will allign with His and that my attitude will reflect His love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm... would spinning constitute exercise?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least, please pray for &lt;a href="http://woolwindings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wool Windings&lt;/a&gt; (a regular commenter here) and all the others in the path of Hurricane Ike. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-5518425802065578828?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/5518425802065578828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=5518425802065578828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5518425802065578828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/5518425802065578828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/wellness-wednesday_10.html' title='Wellness Wednesday'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-8034947103268224879</id><published>2008-09-08T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:40:15.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Treasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tisdale'/><title type='text'>Iris and Herringbone</title><content type='html'>My Mom and Jack frequently take beautiful sunrise pictures.  So I told them to wake me up one morning if there was a good one.  So, knock, knock, knock.  Mom rapped on the door, I grabbed my camera and pried my eyes open to be greeted by a spectacular sunrise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMX7JInZUPI/AAAAAAAAFrk/CMedgRJJq54/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243873475492925682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMX7JInZUPI/AAAAAAAAFrk/CMedgRJJq54/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not adjust this, this is a straight out of camera shot.  The original is not blurry, it's because I save these low resolution for the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMX7Jfr2afI/AAAAAAAAFrs/QeHtvX7jzyk/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243873481685625330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMX7Jfr2afI/AAAAAAAAFrs/QeHtvX7jzyk/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bird houses&lt;/span&gt; and the Cascade foothills in the background.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I came in the house, I noticed the light on my Mom's depression glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMX6A0_Kj0I/AAAAAAAAFq8/hsLkg91-MUo/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243872233273331522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMX6A0_Kj0I/AAAAAAAAFq8/hsLkg91-MUo/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This pattern is called Iris and Herringbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMX6AzdzXpI/AAAAAAAAFrE/QomgTdJFnrg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243872232864964242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMX6AzdzXpI/AAAAAAAAFrE/QomgTdJFnrg/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This shows about 1/3 of my Mom's collection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243872237445928402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMX6BEh_VdI/AAAAAAAAFrU/lRN0FUFPEtk/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It all began with these - a set of six &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;water glasses&lt;/span&gt; that belonged to my Mom's Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;.  If you saw the post with pictures of my Grandma's house, that was Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt; (Winnifred Lucy Kirkland &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;) on the porch with my Mom on her lap.  She probably bought her glasses at Woolworth's or some other such place.  Maybe they were a gift.  We don't know.  My Mom had them for years before we really paid much attention to them.  One of these glasses was used for our communion cup during our wedding covenant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMX6BH-y2fI/AAAAAAAAFrM/cbjJt4oMeiU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243872238372051442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMX6BH-y2fI/AAAAAAAAFrM/cbjJt4oMeiU/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over the last twenty years, the collection has grown piece by piece.  There are many serving bowls, dessert bowls, various glasses and even a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;candelabra&lt;/span&gt; set that I bought my Mom on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Orcas&lt;/span&gt; Island.  We used the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;candelabra&lt;/span&gt; for our communion table during our wedding as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMX6BXtwCpI/AAAAAAAAFrc/RRcBVVX8rEM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243872242595531410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMX6BXtwCpI/AAAAAAAAFrc/RRcBVVX8rEM/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had meant to go back and take more pictures when the lighting was better and my eyes were open and my brain was coherent, but it never happened.  Still I am happy to have gotten these photographs to remember special treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-8034947103268224879?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/8034947103268224879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=8034947103268224879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/8034947103268224879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/8034947103268224879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/iris-and-herringbone.html' title='Iris and Herringbone'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMX7JInZUPI/AAAAAAAAFrk/CMedgRJJq54/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-1744325788527789853</id><published>2008-09-07T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:48:14.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs on Sunday'/><title type='text'>Songs On Sunday - God's Impeccable Timing</title><content type='html'>God has impeccable timing.  Just on the heels of my last post, the song I am posting today is a confirmative balm.  This morning I had fully intended on attending church, but I woke up with a very sore knee and overall not feeling well.  Being at church would mean a lot of time in the worst position (90* angle) for my knee/leg.  As Hubby kissed me goodbye, I was crying.  I flipped on tv to see if I could find Charles Stanley or another good sermon.  I miss Dr. Stanley, but I did get to hear some beautiful music from another preacher's  (who I didn't listen to) show.  First there was Randy Travis, whose music I love!  That was a treat.  Then The Talleys sang this song which Avalon (and probably others) recorded.  God is good.  All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orphans of God (Avalon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who here among us has not been broken&lt;br /&gt;Who here among us is without guilt or pain&lt;br /&gt;So oft’ abandoned by our transgressions&lt;br /&gt;If such a thing as grace exists&lt;br /&gt;Then grace was made for lives like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;There are no strangers&lt;br /&gt;There are no outcasts&lt;br /&gt;There are no orphans of God&lt;br /&gt;So many fallen, but hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;There are no orphans of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come ye unwanted and find affection&lt;br /&gt;Come all ye weary, come and lay down your head&lt;br /&gt;Come ye unworthy, you are my brother&lt;br /&gt;If such a thing as grace exists&lt;br /&gt;Then grace was made for lives like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O blessed Father, look down upon us&lt;br /&gt;We are Your children, we need Your love&lt;br /&gt;We run before Your throne of mercy&lt;br /&gt;And seek Your face to rise above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-1744325788527789853?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/1744325788527789853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=1744325788527789853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/1744325788527789853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/1744325788527789853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/songs-on-sunday-gods-impeccable-timing.html' title='Songs On Sunday - God&apos;s Impeccable Timing'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-3304783766066779542</id><published>2008-09-06T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:47:35.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>Thank You For The Award!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMMEz-PEtUI/AAAAAAAAFq0/dW0W9ysPbjo/s1600-h/Iloveyourblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243039682115450178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMMEz-PEtUI/AAAAAAAAFq0/dW0W9ysPbjo/s400/Iloveyourblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you for the blog award &lt;a href="http://www.wovenspun.com/blogmain/index.php"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/a&gt;! It's nice to be appreciated and it means a lot coming from you! Kimberly is an awesome woman of God and is holding down the home front while her Hubby is deployed. Holding down the home front includes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; 5 kids and taking care of some of their special needs. Maybe when you read this, you can say a prayer for her and Hubby - that Kimberly will continue to be strengthened by God and that Hubby will come home safely. Less than 2 months to go! Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the tricky part for me! There are many blogs I read on a regular basis and love and I have many blog friends who I know in real life too! Maybe I'll have to pick some of my newer reads. Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Post this award on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add a link to the person who awarded you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nominate at least 4 other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, and add their links as well.&lt;br /&gt;4. leave a comment at the new recipients' blogs, so they can pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wisteriaandroses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wisteria and Roses&lt;/a&gt; - This is a lovely blog that I have just begun reading this summer. Not only does she have lots of "lovelies" to share, but her faith sparkles through. One of the things I appreciate about her writing is that she speaks honestly about living with Autism and losing a child as well as the daily ins and outs of life with family. I'm enjoying getting to "know" her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.woollytails.blogspot.com/"&gt;Woolly Tales&lt;/a&gt; - Heather has been allowing all of us to vicariously be shepherdesses on the Canadian prairie! I love the little glimpse of ranching life she gives me and I'm enjoying getting to know her beautiful spirit as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amazinggrazefarm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Down On The Farm&lt;/a&gt; - Marci blogs about life on Amazing Grace Farm. Lately she has photographed George as he emerged from his chrysalis, the amazing bounty God has blessed their farm with and daily snippets of farm life. In addition to her blog, Marci has a little &lt;a href="http://www.amazinggrazefarm.com/store/"&gt;General Store&lt;/a&gt; where you can find all kinds of neat products for simple and healthy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deborahs31-13doings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deborah's Doings&lt;/a&gt; - I never know what I will find on Deborah's blog - snakes, babies, bread, turkeys, chickens, knitting and weaving. Their family survived a hurricane and now they are needing to relocate again. Please pray for them to be able to sell their home quickly so they will not be separated from Daddy at his new job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... do you see a theme? Perhaps being cooped up in the house since August 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; has me enjoying the outdoors vicariously! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few other blogs for your enjoyment (And I am updating the links at right. Don't see yours? Let me know so I can remedy that!) that I did not leave an award for. These are blogs where I do not really correspond with the person, but enjoy the inspiration from their blog. (I feel funny leaving a blog award for a stranger - like I'm a stalking blogger fan! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eyesofwonder.typepad.com/"&gt;Eyes of Wonder&lt;/a&gt; - Jewels opened her blog back up for public viewing! Yeah! Then her camera broke! :o( Hopefully she'll be posting more soon because her photography of their simple life, gives you a feast for the eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlecabininthewoods.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;Little Cabin in the Woods&lt;/a&gt; - Lovely photography of life with "Three Empresses".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlejennywren.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little Jenny Wren&lt;/a&gt; - She makes the most lovely little Waldorf style dolls I have ever seen! Many posts feature knitting and homemaking skills in her beautiful Australian home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brittarnhildshouseinthewoods.typepad.com/"&gt;Britt-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Arnhild's&lt;/span&gt; House in the Woods&lt;/a&gt; - Beautiful photography in Scandinavia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amishamerica.typepad.com/"&gt;Amish America&lt;/a&gt; - News and views of the Amish land and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://handbookofnaturestudy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Handbook of Nature Study&lt;/a&gt; - Charlotte Mason method teaching from a nature book my Grandma used in college in the 1920s! Lovely photos of her family's outdoor adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yarnstorm.blogs.com/knitblog/"&gt;Yarn Storm&lt;/a&gt; - Her book just arrived in the mail today and I can't wait to delve into.  My friend Pamela in England, who sadly, no longer has a blog, introduced me to this riot of color!  There is always something fun to see even if you are not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;crafter&lt;/span&gt; or baker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12387591-3304783766066779542?l=tjknits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/feeds/3304783766066779542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387591&amp;postID=3304783766066779542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/3304783766066779542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387591/posts/default/3304783766066779542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjknits.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you-for-award.html' title='Thank You For The Award!'/><author><name>Theresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SSHykrraI9I/AAAAAAAAHy8/9lV2v2jSBhM/S220/ProfilePic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMMEz-PEtUI/AAAAAAAAFq0/dW0W9ysPbjo/s72-c/Iloveyourblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-8626637067686056097</id><published>2008-09-04T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:39:10.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Treasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith On Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Hopkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Faith on Friday - Faith, Family and Finding Home (long)</title><content type='html'>This Friday, I would like to integrate my Faith on Friday post with not only part of my emotional and spiritual journey but part of my physical journey as well.  Before I delve into the depths of my heart and share with you what has been a life long, painful journey that the Father is patiently healing in me, I want to tell you that I have a wonderful Mom.  I'm not just saying that because she reads my blog! :o)  I am telling you that because it is true.  Really, she is pretty incredible and now as adults and co-survivors of some things that we are only now beginning to talk to each other about, we are learning to be friends.  When I was growing up, she provided everything for me that she could, but she was not walking with the Lord and my aching heart was hungry for Him.  Today she is a woman of God that I am proud to know and so thankful I can share my faith with.  My discussion of pain and home here is not meant as a criticism of her parenting.  The aching heart, we probably both shared, but this journey is my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, I have called many places "home" without ever meaning the more harmonious and warm fuzzy things that most of us conjure up when we hear that word.  In fact, I have moved more times than most "military brats" that I know!  I lost count around 30-something.  This has been due in part to my being a student and single for a long time, but also due to my Dad's alcoholism and the state of relative poverty in which he left my Mother.  Mind you, most of my life, I was not aware that we were poor.  And honestly, some parts of my life felt very rich.  Relatively speaking.  My Mom has great "nesting abilities" and we never lived in squalor.  And the one house we lived in from 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade to early college really was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, the moves were mostly an adventure, albeit one big adventure after another! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  The homelessness was in my heart.  At an early age, I knew that things were not "normal" in my family, but did not have the maturity to understand why.  Probably my early experiences of each side of the family making subtle negative comments about the other, made me more sensitive.  Be careful little ears what you hear.  You may think that children do not understand and perhaps they don't.  However, even when they don't understand, they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my problem as a kid.  I knew.  I didn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those same early experiences that seemed to break me, also strengthened me.  I believe it was the workings of Philippians 1:6 (being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you, will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus) and Romans 8:28-9 (that He would work all things together for good).  It triggered a fierce, surviving spirit within me and instead of crumpling under the blows, I began looking for answers and solutions.  In my quest for answers, I would see this same spirit in my ancestors who fled religious persecution in England, Scotland and Ireland and in others who left all behind in Poland, Slovakia and Sweden to see what the future held in a new land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the places I looked for answers, as I alluded, was the family tree.  I wanted to find a home; I needed a place to belong.  I loved the stories of the "olden days" that both my Grandmothers told me.  Sadly, Grandma Johnson was overcome by severe early onset Alzheimer's Disease.  But Grandma Hopkins' mind was sharp even toward the end of 95.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genealogy can be an exciting adventure.  You don't need to be related to royalty or famous people, to find fascinating treasures of your own.  The research satisfied a longing for "brain exercise" and the details that I uncovered were incredible.  Year by year I uncovered more information even on lines that began dismally.  Now in case you are thinking I have wandered off into literary la la land, I do have a point and I'm trying to get there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDSEXyFZFI/AAAAAAAAFqE/rv4MfQLfpIw/s1600-h/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242420938804651090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDSEXyFZFI/AAAAAAAAFqE/rv4MfQLfpIw/s400/41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"The Swamp House" - one of the houses I called home in Lake Stevens, Washington.  Amazingly it is still standing.  It was ancient even when I was a child.  And guess what?  My Daddy lived here as a little boy too!  That window on the back right side was mine.  I have vague memories of strawberries on the wall paper.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The point I was making, is that God may not send down billboards, but  He can speak to us in surprising and often overlooked ways.  Sometimes we need to be ready and willing to listen to what He has to say, instead of what we want to hear!  Through genealogy, I began to see a pattern.   No, I didn't see great wealth, royalty or fame, though I do come from a hardy, brave and pioneering stock.  What I saw was a torch being passed from generation to generation.  It was the torch of faith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Know therefore that the Lord your God is God; he is the faithful God keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love him and keep his commandments.  Deuteronomy 7:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.  Psalm 100:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One chorus I enjoy singing states that his "faithfulness reaches to the sky."  (Mercy Me - How Great is Your Love)  In a family torn apart by unfaithfulness, the proof of His faithfulness to me was overwhelming.  Little by little, vital statistic by vital statistic, database by database, God was showing me that contrary to my beliefs, I was not alone in the world, in my lineage (which all those negative comments questioned) and though my earthly family was broken, I belonged to a much larger family.  It was the beginning of healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It isn't easy for me to write about these things.  Yes, I write openly on the blog to a point, but I have always been a very private person, an introvert who cautiously shares what won't cause further pain.  Somehow God began stripping away layers and transformed me.  Though I continued to struggle for equilibrium, I began to see the value in sharing my ideas and feelings with others - others who had fears and pains and scars, just like me.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still, when you grow up emotionally chaotic, pieces of that past can show up anywhere unexpected and I find the healing is a continual "project" that the Lord is working on.  Today I walk in a new life in so many ways, both metaphorically and physically.  Spiritually and emotionally I try to keep a "clean house" - cleaner than my physical home.  I want to avoid the construction debris from harming my marriage and my children's lives.  The torch I want to pass on to them is not of dysfunction, but of faith in a Trustworthy God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thread that winds through all of my life has continued to be that search for home.  I do not always think about it, but it pops up here and there.  When Hubby and I were first married, we had no choice but to live in this old mobile home as his mother died and we were unable to sell it.  It was always a "temporary" place to be and we hoped that "in a couple years" we would be in Washington again.  9.5 years later, we are still here.   Off and on through this time I have struggled but tried to follow Paul's advice to "be content in all things" and Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Engelbreit's&lt;/span&gt; to "bloom where you are planted."  Intermittent success has been mine, but I still long to be elsewhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's like Cinderella thinking.  If only this or that.  Would I finally feel whole and happy if I was married?  Wouldn't I be happier if I had children?  What if we had a little more money coming in?  One by one those milestones were attained and the question still nagged - wouldn't we be happier in our own home?  Oh, I know that I need to not be materialistic.  (If you've seen my house - it would be difficult to call me that! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)  I want my heart to be in the right place without treasures that rust and fall away!  But wouldn't it be nice if we were living where we *wanted* to live?  What if we could have our own home?  What if we could be where I could visit my family on a regular basis?  What is so wrong with all these things?  Surely God would not mind if we had them.  Is it a sin to want a kitchen that I can cook in with my children?  Or is it wrong to want to be able to breathe clean air?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, nothing wrong.   Nothing wrong, unless I withhold my joy and peace in life until I receive these things.  Each step along the way there is a little letting going.  Have you noticed this on your spiritual path too?  There is a little letting go and then He gives you Ephesians 3:20 (more than you could imagine!).  He is so patient!  I know I must try Him so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Only God can fully satisfy the hungry heart of man.  Hugh Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.  Elizabeth Barrett Browning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyone can build an altar; it requires God to provide the flame.  Anybody can build a house;  we need the Lord for the creation of a home.  John Henry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jowett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The lure of the distant and the difficult is deceptive.  The great opportunity is where you are.  John Burroughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to the present - or the near past.  Recently I spent 5 weeks in Washington.  For some time now it has felt strange to go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bellingham&lt;/span&gt;, which I called home for nearly ten years and the Everett area which was home more than 20 and feel like a stranger.  Yet when I return to California and feel misplaced, the sadness and the desires to leave deepen.  Two years ago we explored Spokane for relocation possibilities.  This year we explored the Olympic Peninsula.  At first I felt displaced.  My emotions were shut down.  I did not want to have hope, only to be denied.  I expectantly seek parole, but so far it has not been granted.  I do not dare to hope.  I am afraid to see what I think and feel because I do not want to influence my Husband falsely as he weighs over possibilities.  I am afraid of not having a HOME.  Do not tell me that God will not leave me homeless.  Many of his children bear that title.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever so patiently though, God gave me an object lesson on this trip.  I wanted to share the pictures earlier, but had to ruminate on my feelings first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spiritually I am learning to call God HOME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;To fall in love with God is the greatest of all romances; To seek him, the greatest adventure; To find him, the greatest human achievement.  Raphael Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All that we have seen should teach us to trust the Creator for what we have not seen.  Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Emotionally, at least on the surface, I call my Hubby HOME.  I have told him that I do not care if we were in a cardboard box (though I prefer otherwise), as long as we were together, I would be HOME.  And I do mean that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Percolating under the surface though, there is still a fear.  Those who know God, know that fear does NOT come from Him!  The fear is bound inextricably with grief.  Years of grief tied in knots.  Years of disappointment strangling out hope.  Years of putting on a "happy face" and keeping a "positive attitude" could not strangle out the poison of this fear.  The fear is that I will never have a HOME where I am fully safe and fully loved in spite of all that makes me, me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Love is not blind - it sees more, not less.  But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.  Julius Gordon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.  Antoine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Saint-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Exupery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He loves each one of us, as if there were only one of us.  St. Augustine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today, I give that fear to Him.  I choose to acknowledge it's existence.  I choose to release it.  I choose to walk onward in the path He has planned for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And God who gives beginnings gives the end; a place for broken things too broken to mend.  John Masefield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There is no pit so deep that God's love isn't deeper still.  Corrie ten Boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Contentment is a byproduct of giving everything you have, are and ever will be to God and then allowing Him to give back everything except that which will enslave us, and then trusting His decision.  Jay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Carty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart.  Lean not on your own understanding.  Acknowledge Him in all your ways and He will make your paths straight.  Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There is victory in Jesus, my Savior forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.  Philippians 4:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I've written much on Grandma Hopkins here.  And that is where He chose to speak to me.  At her house.  The loss of her house from our family was another grief for me.  We would have liked to have bought it but the finances weren't there and it needed a lot of work.  My Mother was born there.  I have lived there, played there, learned there, grown there.  I realize that in my heart of hearts it is the only physical place on earth that has ever truly been HOME to me.  No wonder I grieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids and I were HOT and tired.  We had just been to see my step Mom in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Snohomish&lt;/span&gt; nursing home, which is not easy with three little ones.  We had stayed a different place each night, the last several days and we were having a hard time with the humidity.  We were only two miles away and no amount of exhaustion or whining would have convinced the ache in my heart that I should not stop to see this place my heart called HOME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDSElB-FNI/AAAAAAAAFqM/VG4gTR1mWx4/s1600-h/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242420942360941778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDSElB-FNI/AAAAAAAAFqM/VG4gTR1mWx4/s400/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I parked at the neighbor's, a family that had been there almost as long as ours, and walked down the road armed with my camera.  I knew someone had purchased the house and land (almost 4 acres) and I have dreaded the idea of it being developed.  Renters live there now and the extensive landscaping, some of which does not fit the period of the house, was overgrown and taking over.  You can see, it is difficult to see the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This house was begun about 1930.  I'm not sure how long Grandpa Alden Hopkins had the land before he married his high school sweetheart, Holly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt; on June 2, 1930, but I'm sure he'd eyed it for awhile.   It was situated kitty corner across from where he grew up.   There was a little "shack" on the property that they lived in when they were first married.  When you are first married you will live anywhere, with little money, on love! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDSEjHDxtI/AAAAAAAAFqU/ilWorKl-NFY/s1600-h/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242420941845415634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDSEjHDxtI/AAAAAAAAFqU/ilWorKl-NFY/s400/39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Disappointed, I walked as close as I could without being intrusive.  As you can see it was difficult to see much.  The rock in the foreground was dug up when Grandpa developed the land for building.  It's a childhood landmark for many of us in the family.  I have pictures of my Mom when she was about two - a blond haired waif - standing on the rock just looking smug and cute!  It was a childhood milestone to be big enough to climb up on it.  Originally it was situated a little differently, but some time during the 1980s somebody hit it in their car, which moved it.  I'm not how they survived that one, although I think alcohol was involved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDSE91MA1I/AAAAAAAAFqc/tjH7anfUyZI/s1600-h/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242420949018215250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDSE91MA1I/AAAAAAAAFqc/tjH7anfUyZI/s400/38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I began to leave, my disappointment growing, a young man followed me over to the van.  I had seen him on a cell phone in the yard.  Uh oh!  I thought he was going to be mad, but instead he asked me if I was from the historical society!  I explained who I was and he invited us over!  You could have knocked me over with a feather.  He told me to walk around and take pictures of anything I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDRuAQLeiI/AAAAAAAAFpU/shBMcNtAzuY/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242420554531306018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDRuAQLeiI/AAAAAAAAFpU/shBMcNtAzuY/s400/37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is A, D and J in front of the old cedar stump that has been there "forever", probably from the original clearing of the land.  To the right of it stood an ANCIENT maple tree, which the new owners cut down.  I was sad to see the broad leaf maple, the source of hours of entertainment in climbing and jumping in leaves as big as dinner plates, go, but it was well over 100 years old and was diseased.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDRuXZxOzI/AAAAAAAAFpc/Qw1FVZ2G7_E/s1600-h/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242420560745544498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDRuXZxOzI/AAAAAAAAFpc/Qw1FVZ2G7_E/s400/36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This looks small but is actually taller than I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDRubEuA4I/AAAAAAAAFpk/6WJicf36Zyw/s1600-h/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242420561730995074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDRubEuA4I/AAAAAAAAFpk/6WJicf36Zyw/s400/35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa Alden was a building contractor/carpenter/chiropractor and a man of God.  He studied at the University of Washington and made plans for this English style cottage himself.   Grandma said they had always intended to build a bigger home on the hill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242421121115632802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDSO-8aNKI/AAAAAAAAFqk/FTXzX71vNQ0/s400/43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That porch has been the scene of many family photo shoots through the years, including this one with my great Grandma, Winnifred Kirkland Tisdale and my Mom Ruth.  The shingles were all cut by hand from old growth cedar on the property.  Originally the roof was also cedar shaked, but I see the new owners have chosen a more modern and likely, safer, material.  Here you can see the trim was originally white.  During my lifetime, all the trim has been pink!  Grandma loved anything &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!  Now it has a lovely creamy trim that coordinates well with the modern shingles which are of a warmer hue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDRuhmHsiI/AAAAAAAAFps/vLqXE6h8BfA/s1600-h/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242420563481702946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDRuhmHsiI/AAAAAAAAFps/vLqXE6h8BfA/s400/34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the things I was sad to see gone, was the large moss covered rock that would have been to the left here on the walk.  Only a few of Grandma's original plantings are still there and the sidwalk has been redone.  Deceptively this still looks like I am walking up to Grandma's porch.  The old walk was broken and disrupted from years of settling, providing nice cracks and niches in which garter snakes hid.  My Mom and Auntie M are both deathly afraid of snakes.  So, you know what the cousins and I had to do?  Go ahead of our mothers STOMPING hard on the walk to scare the snakes away! LOL  They were big too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDRunhnsMI/AAAAAAAAFp0/tjsudNDc_cs/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242420565073440962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDRunhnsMI/AAAAAAAAFp0/tjsudNDc_cs/s400/33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This corner was the place that pink and blue forget-me-nots grew.  This is the place I remember picking them with my brother Danny, who I will never forget!  Continuing on, the path ran to the garden where raspberries and green beans and comfrey grew.  To the left was the clothesline and the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQm4mMq0I/AAAAAAAAFos/HxoEs7FOS74/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242419332705463106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQm4mMq0I/AAAAAAAAFos/HxoEs7FOS74/s400/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma came home from school one day to find Grandpa digging this pond - it was heart shaped!  Such a shame it has been left to overgrow like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQnJM1lfI/AAAAAAAAFo0/WGzlvsL6WCc/s1600-h/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242419337162495474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQnJM1lfI/AAAAAAAAFo0/WGzlvsL6WCc/s400/31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQnvK_lsI/AAAAAAAAFo8/Nx2CqQqAEe8/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242419347355309762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQnvK_lsI/AAAAAAAAFo8/Nx2CqQqAEe8/s400/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gazing out the kitchen window, Grandma and I would bake and look up to see that it was raining - by the disturbance of the water on the pond.  Or sometimes we counted ducklings and watched red winged blackbirds.  Occasionally we were delighted by great blue herons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQnsCQDsI/AAAAAAAAFpE/6AeRf4Kxr1w/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242419346513333954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQnsCQDsI/AAAAAAAAFpE/6AeRf4Kxr1w/s400/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From the pond, looking back to the south side of the house.  The window above the porch was Aunt Grace's room and also the room I lived in when I was there.  It was the only finished room upstairs and afforded a lovely view of the pond and what used to be a country road, but now is a BUSY yuppy thoroughfare!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQn1Li9lI/AAAAAAAAFpM/wVArLJhtXHI/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242419348968240722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQn1Li9lI/AAAAAAAAFpM/wVArLJhtXHI/s400/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Much to my delight, I discovered the whereabouts of the old sidewalks!  The concrete had breen broken and charmingly placed to make a path down to the pond.  Likely some of the side rocks are some of the ones that Grandma had placed around her front flower bed.   Many of them were found on trips with Uncle Paul Wolcott Hopkins in the logging truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQH8i7AxI/AAAAAAAAFoE/wYIOLQvSBIE/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418801189520146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQH8i7AxI/AAAAAAAAFoE/wYIOLQvSBIE/s400/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kitchen window where Grandma made bread and ground flour and observed her world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQH7TuMNI/AAAAAAAAFoM/v6LFNr_ZYII/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418800857329874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQH7TuMNI/AAAAAAAAFoM/v6LFNr_ZYII/s400/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This back door leads up the stairs and was never, in my life time, used on a regular basis.  Humorously, I discovered that one of the pains I had broken when I moved in 1989 (stumbling down stairs backwards with heavy furniture) was still there on the inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQIE_f46I/AAAAAAAAFoU/Wb0wY3D9c0s/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418803456861090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQIE_f46I/AAAAAAAAFoU/Wb0wY3D9c0s/s400/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little corner always had a large bracken fern.  Perhaps it is still there crowded out by the hostas and that stump.  I'm not sure where the stump is from.  Also, this paving is new.  The driveway was always graveled and there was no sidewlk to the back.  The open window goes to the "study" as Grandma called it.  This room had the sofa bed where we all slept when visiting and lots of books.  It has originally been part of the living room, but after Grandpa died when Mom was 16, it was made into a bedroom for her.  Likely Uncle Philip Sedgewick Hopkins did the building.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQIKxIRpI/AAAAAAAAFoc/aWHopJ4zB_c/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418805007206034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQIKxIRpI/AAAAAAAAFoc/aWHopJ4zB_c/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the foreground, before my times, there had been a gas pump here.  The concrete is from the garage floor.  It looked MUCH smaller than I remembered, so either not all of the garage had a floor or they removed some of it.  Behind the garage and up the hill was a small barn where previously the cow had been kept and a chicken coop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQIQY849I/AAAAAAAAFok/FOv_IgDeNkw/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418806516409298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDQIQY849I/AAAAAAAAFok/FOv_IgDeNkw/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These fuchsia are remnants of Grandma's planting.  They have been there in all of my memory.  Tiny dancers - that's what they remind me of.  They are not as showy as their "look at me" cousins with large, billowy blooms, but are quietly graceful and beautiful in the shade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPoZjwS9I/AAAAAAAAFnc/S-xxJCVgif4/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418259221826514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPoZjwS9I/AAAAAAAAFnc/S-xxJCVgif4/s400/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma's little, round, white head sitting on the sofa in front of the window was a Lake Stevens landmark.  There she sat for hours enjoying reading her Bible by "God's light".  She also enjoyed looking at all the "shiny, new rigs" going by her home in the ever increasing traffic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPon25TeI/AAAAAAAAFnk/WpbztDTaZjg/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418263060205026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPon25TeI/AAAAAAAAFnk/WpbztDTaZjg/s400/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The white mulberry tree that Aunt Grace bought for her Daddy is still standing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPoh0Ww4I/AAAAAAAAFns/NL9y5K6-cu4/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418261438940034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPoh0Ww4I/AAAAAAAAFns/NL9y5K6-cu4/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was an amazing experience to drink it all in.  Just when I thought my heart had drunk its fill, he invited us in!  Oh my!  This is where God pulled and tugged and prodded at my vulnerable heart.  Just then I was two weeks away from my Hubby and missing him so and I felt that I could just not bear anything painful alone.  And yet curiosity drew me in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPoyU68uI/AAAAAAAAFn0/jdB-Jl2E5kU/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418265870496482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPoyU68uI/AAAAAAAAFn0/jdB-Jl2E5kU/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo is taken from Grandma's kitchenette/dining area.  It was a closed wall before.  My guess is that they wanted to take that wall out to open it up but it's a load bearing wall, so they put a "window" in it.  These walls had been pink, so it seemed a little strange to see them creamy white!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPo51R4fI/AAAAAAAAFn8/2oTxs-JoTgA/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418267885265394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPo51R4fI/AAAAAAAAFn8/2oTxs-JoTgA/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you enter the above area from the living room, this is on the right.  I LOVE homes from this era and the way they used their space.  The owner left Grandma's original aqua paint.  Her second favorite color was aqua.  Grandma had white and pink paper lace trim that was on the edge of her these shelves.  All the placemats and table linens were kept in the drawers beneath and a small table sat just underneath those pictures, laden with a wooden nut bowl that was free for us to graze from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPZa9fSmI/AAAAAAAAFm0/_vtYmoCoUrI/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418001900161634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPZa9fSmI/AAAAAAAAFm0/_vtYmoCoUrI/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was so overwhelmed that I did not photograph the things I really wanted to and am kicking myself now!  I forgot the rest of the kitchen!  I can't believe it!  It was so central to my memories of Grandma, how could I forget?  It was all I could do not to cry as I stood in the kitchen and he poured the kids kool aid (their first).  I was swimming in emotions, good, bad and indifferent all swirling around me.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where the dishwasher is, Grandma's washing machine was.  Prior to that, the wood cook stove had been there! And I was shocked to see the Philodendron.  Grandma always had philodendrons and prayer plants.  The top of her washing machine was filled with plants and starts of of babies from her maternity fern. If you wanted to use the washer, everything had to be removed.  As you move through the arch, on the right, was a set of floor to ceiling shelves about 4" wide where Grandma put dried herbs, jars and miscellaneous things she used in the kitchen.  Not a square inch was wasted in the planning.  To the right of the pantry doors you see there in the distance, hung a chalk board where my cousin W and I would leave messages for Grandma when we visited.  There Grandma made lists and notes for herself as she came and went from her garden.  That door there is the same one that was seen looking back from the pond.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPZ6W6FYI/AAAAAAAAFm8/3nkNVGpzbxk/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418010328274306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPZ6W6FYI/AAAAAAAAFm8/3nkNVGpzbxk/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How delightful that they left the handmilled pine that Grandpa placed in the living room.  The decorating was awkward and modern and out of place.  My delight at this wonderful opportunity was interspersed with panicked pains of discomfort.  This is where God began to work.  The cubby on the right is a built in desk with book shelves on both sides.  It's inaccesible with furniture placement and a screen.  The mirror is still there though.  Grandma used the mirror there and across from there on the wall where the window was cut through to the dining room, to lighten up the room but also to enlighten her world.  She was always a keen observer and noticed things others neglected.  On the left of the fire place are more built in shelves, cupboards and drawers.  These are built into the space that would normally be lost by the eaves of the roof coming down... again the planning of these marvelous cottages amazes me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPaOY5AOI/AAAAAAAAFnE/d-3tBeiTbBY/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418015705301218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPaOY5AOI/AAAAAAAAFnE/d-3tBeiTbBY/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then I went into Grandma's bedroom.  A room.  And my heart went thud to my feet.  A room.  A house.  Walls.  Paint.  Furniture.  A building.  This was not HOME.  What made this HOME was Grandma.  Grandma is now in the only true HOME we all will ever know - HEAVEN! This fact may seem so obvious to others, because certainly bricks and mortar do not make a home, only a heart can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is one of the lights in Grandma's room.  I don't know how long it had been there.  But it bears the green paint that was on the wall before Grandpa died and the pink that Grandma had during my life time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPaF_OoeI/AAAAAAAAFnM/qcQfsJyxIms/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418013450183138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPaF_OoeI/AAAAAAAAFnM/qcQfsJyxIms/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the hallway to Grandma's bedroom and the bathroom, this built in closet was opposite the china cupboard I showed you in an earlier picture.  These are also the same fixtures that I knew in my life time.  I don't know if they are the original or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPaUw4cvI/AAAAAAAAFnU/Oz0-1kwKsRM/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418017416540914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPaUw4cvI/AAAAAAAAFnU/Oz0-1kwKsRM/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bathroom got a coat of cream paint and the pink toilet was removed but the other fixtures and formica remain.  I think Uncle Philip did a nice job on the cabinetry too!  Those were put in during the early 60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPEmLveMI/AAAAAAAAFmM/aeVuK0dL-jU/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242417644135479490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPEmLveMI/AAAAAAAAFmM/aeVuK0dL-jU/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you see why I stumbled backwards breaking a pain with my elbow?  These stairs were open to the eaves when I was little.  They terrified me.  I was scared that Grandpa's "ghost" (I didn't know better at the time) would get me or worse the head of his moose "Jasper" would lunge out at me!  Secretly I both dreaded and adored being asked to go upstairs on errands for Grandma.  There were fascinating things up there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPEsheyyI/AAAAAAAAFmU/BganEpBo4WU/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242417645837273890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPEsheyyI/AAAAAAAAFmU/BganEpBo4WU/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the head of the stairs a bathroom was put in.  I didn't see it, but they did a nice job on the other things, so I am sure it was nice.  I was delighted by this scripture framed.  I'm not sure if they were Christian or not.  I saw some Christian art but also Asian idols.  This Psalm was the theme of the family camp Grandma took me to in 1977 where I was saved!  He wasn't going to take me upstairs, but decided to at the last minute.  I'm glad he did, because I felt this was a gift from God to me - a connection, a reminder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPEho164I/AAAAAAAAFmc/xO2F3O7qDUM/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242417642915359618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPEho164I/AAAAAAAAFmc/xO2F3O7qDUM/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coming into the living room from the other direction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242420940767602146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDSEfGFpeI/AAAAAAAAFp8/MtlWyMJHWTM/s400/42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thanksgiving 1992 in front of the same window.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPEziL1SI/AAAAAAAAFmk/J5UnquZ81WQ/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242417647719273762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPEziL1SI/AAAAAAAAFmk/J5UnquZ81WQ/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The leaded glass which has always been there and I was delighted to see remained!  Mom, do you know the story behind that?  It must have been a big splurge during the depression era to buy that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPE1tZV0I/AAAAAAAAFms/En5pBfLb0L8/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242417648303167298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDPE1tZV0I/AAAAAAAAFms/En5pBfLb0L8/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking into the kitchen from the living room. This is where there was a mirror on the wall.  Grandma would sit in her chair and see us come up the walk in her mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDO6THyksI/AAAAAAAAFlk/2xS8emDJYns/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242417467219940034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDO6THyksI/AAAAAAAAFlk/2xS8emDJYns/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back to the car.  His wife came home and headed out of sight.  I felt we overstayed and so we retreated.  But, not without a few parting shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDO6lrgTFI/AAAAAAAAFls/BW69-VQwL8Q/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242417472201575506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDO6lrgTFI/AAAAAAAAFls/BW69-VQwL8Q/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moss on the big rock by the driveway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDO6uPZu1I/AAAAAAAAFl0/-HzyuqkXJjU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242417474499623762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDO6uPZu1I/AAAAAAAAFl0/-HzyuqkXJjU/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know where HOME will be this side of Heaven.  I know it is with my Husband, whom I adore.  This is the kitchen in a Karsten manufactured home that we found in Port Angeles.  We didn't like the flooring, but loved the layout.  I dreamed of all the bread and goodies we could bake here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDO63GG0RI/AAAAAAAAFl8/RpNm4epvF7k/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242417476876554514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDO63GG0RI/AAAAAAAAFl8/RpNm4epvF7k/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the far side of the kitchen is room for a table for home education and a slider going outside - a window to dream out!  It was fun to dream and plan and hope.  But I do not know what the future holds.  Now we are actively pursuing Washington teacher credentialing for Hubby.  We would love to be in Port Angeles or Sequim.  But we will continue to pray and ask God for direction.  Sometimes the obvious path is not the appropriate one.  It's cliche, but fitting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I took the one less traveled by - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDO6wY6Y7I/AAAAAAAAFmE/iUONVKlzOX8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242417475076383666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUotN2RFJhI/SMDO6wY6Y7I/AAAAAAAAFmE/iUONVKlzOX8/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;D, Theresa, J, Ruth, A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3 Generations of Holly's Legacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whatever the future holds, however, He finishes my story, I hope my life will glorify Him in the process.  I long for Him to draw me ever nearer, for Him to continue to cleanse me and heal me and use me.  And most of all, I know that Grandma Hokins has passed that torch down to me.  It's my turn to run.  It's my turn to teach and create a home and be satisfied with Him in the midst of both great pain and tremendous joy!  I choose to create HOME for my Husband and my children.  And I choose Christ as the center of my home, so that the next generation, will have a foundation, a center, an adventure and courage to carry the torch onward!  Thank you Jesus for placing me in the perfect family just right for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tradition plays a very important role in giving family an identity.  We know who we are because we know what we've done together, what we believe, and what we care about.  Dr. James Dobson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the Lord, his power, and the wonders he has done.  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