<?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-1291031923262883819</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:59:02.139-06:00</updated><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='rebirth'/><category term='music'/><category term='baby love'/><category term='Lovey'/><category term='Lord Jesus'/><category term='foster care'/><category term='worship'/><category term='homeschool'/><category term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Day by Day...</title><subtitle type='html'>You reveal your love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-6521051948660714383</id><published>2011-05-30T18:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:27:06.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogging on the go &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1291031923262883819-6521051948660714383?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/6521051948660714383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=6521051948660714383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6521051948660714383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6521051948660714383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2011/05/test_30.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-513750534608673482</id><published>2011-05-17T16:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:22:32.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Leads Me</title><content type='html'>All the way my Savior leads me&lt;br /&gt;Who have I to ask beside?&lt;br /&gt;How could I doubt his tender mercy&lt;br /&gt;Who through life has been my guide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way my Savior leads me&lt;br /&gt;Cheers each winding path I tread&lt;br /&gt;Gives me grace for every trial&lt;br /&gt;Feeds me with the living bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lead me&lt;br /&gt;You keep me from falling&lt;br /&gt;You carry me close to your heart&lt;br /&gt;And surely your goodness and mercy will follow me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way my savior leads me&lt;br /&gt;All the fullness of his love&lt;br /&gt;All the sureness of his promise&lt;br /&gt;In the triumph of his blood&lt;br /&gt;When my spirit clothed immortal&lt;br /&gt;Wings its flight to realms of day&lt;br /&gt;This my song through endless ages&lt;br /&gt;Jesus led me all the way&lt;br /&gt;Jesus led me all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lead me&lt;br /&gt;You keep me from falling&lt;br /&gt;You carry me close to your heart&lt;br /&gt;and surely your goodness and mercy will follow me&lt;br /&gt;You lead me&lt;br /&gt;You keep from falling&lt;br /&gt;You carry me close to your heart&lt;br /&gt;and surely your goodness and mercy will follow me&lt;br /&gt;Will follow me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way my Savior leads me...all the way my Savior leads me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-513750534608673482?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/513750534608673482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=513750534608673482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/513750534608673482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/513750534608673482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2011/05/he-leads-me.html' title='He Leads Me'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-8028059690276729825</id><published>2011-05-15T19:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T20:27:31.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVm6vKsQcvA/TdB8lbPv-SI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PyL5FM0grs4/s1600/fun%2B117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVm6vKsQcvA/TdB8lbPv-SI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PyL5FM0grs4/s320/fun%2B117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607118518487087394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit, not  content to flit around on the surface, dives into the depths of God, and  brings out what God planned all along. Who ever knows what you're  thinking and planning except you yourself? The same with God—except that  he not only knows what he's thinking, but he lets us in on it. God  offers a full report on the gifts of life and salvation that he is  giving us. We don't have to rely on the world's guesses and opinions. We  didn't learn this by reading books or going to school; we learned it  from God, who taught us person-to-person through Jesus, and we're  passing it on to you in the same firsthand, personal way.  The unspiritual  self, just as it is by nature, can't receive the gifts of God's Spirit.  There's no capacity for them. They seem like so much silliness. Spirit  can be known only by spirit—God's Spirit and our spirits in open  communion. Spiritually alive, we have access to everything God's Spirit  is doing, and can't be judged by unspiritual critics. Isaiah's question,  "Is there anyone around who knows God's Spirit, anyone who knows what  he is doing?" has been answered: Christ knows, and we have Christ's Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 2:10-16&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-8028059690276729825?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/8028059690276729825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=8028059690276729825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8028059690276729825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8028059690276729825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2011/05/going-deep.html' title='Going Deep'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVm6vKsQcvA/TdB8lbPv-SI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PyL5FM0grs4/s72-c/fun%2B117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-5993311920465880873</id><published>2011-05-03T16:16:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T18:05:44.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shift in the Wind</title><content type='html'>Winds change. Directions shift.  Seasons pass. Oh, how to keep up with it all? I can't seem to keep up with it, much less write about it!  :) We are well into spring, school is out and we are dreaming about summer plans and goals, unfinished and yet-to-begin projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree quilt is sandwiched and rolled up waiting patiently for me to work up the courage to attempt my first machine quilting.  Surely we will get into a rhythm here soon and there will be space and time for me to settle down to it.  My next quilts are lining up in my head, waiting to get onto paper and then fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I last wrote, the Lord has brought an unexpected art and ministry to our house, amazing me with His creativity and His desire to give His children good things that stretch us and that He knows we will love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last November, my friend Jodi came from Ohio to teach us how to paint silk dancing veils and scarves. I was drawn in and loved every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting awakened a desire for creativity in me that I hadn't known was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheery paints "Bethlehem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nI6Sh4aJ5o/Tc8CeJh8WnI/AAAAAAAAAdw/7T_nPkAQDhc/s1600/silk%2Bpainting%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nI6Sh4aJ5o/Tc8CeJh8WnI/AAAAAAAAAdw/7T_nPkAQDhc/s320/silk%2Bpainting%2B038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606702778077174386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, silk painting frames were set up in our garage and people were arriving on our doorstep to experience this creative expression, and to learn that they too are created to be creative, and that God can speak through art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-faktPlH_o/Tc8CdVW6jSI/AAAAAAAAAdY/8vZJkncNqGE/s1600/Silks%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-faktPlH_o/Tc8CdVW6jSI/AAAAAAAAAdY/8vZJkncNqGE/s320/Silks%2B025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606702764072275234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since November, I have lost count of the number of silks that have been painted, but I know it to be in the hundreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zagWl2Dt2g/Tc8Cdut-JyI/AAAAAAAAAdg/5986EqbIGek/s1600/Silks%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zagWl2Dt2g/Tc8Cdut-JyI/AAAAAAAAAdg/5986EqbIGek/s320/Silks%2B035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606702770879866658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZvI6tZlVy4/Tc8CekN6PUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/d28uNRd_cmw/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZvI6tZlVy4/Tc8CekN6PUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/d28uNRd_cmw/s320/075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606702785240907074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodi also taught us to use the silks in some ancient Davidic (Jewish) circle dances.  Many have painted their silks, and then stayed to learn the steps.  I have expected interest in this to die down, but people have continued to come every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February, a group of us from our community went to Springfield to bring the silk painting and dance to a church there. Jodi met us there and spoke to us about the power of the Holy Spirit in the arts, and bringing the arts into the church.  Jodi asked me to run the silk painting sessions and I was so blessed.  Taking charge of such a thing was a stretch for me, but I was so encouraged and supported that it felt natural and right. Jodi taught the Davidic dances and the church there received this new thing with open hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tesJSA428hA/Tc8GbbrhTII/AAAAAAAAAeA/jcBb2K0LQq8/s1600/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tesJSA428hA/Tc8GbbrhTII/AAAAAAAAAeA/jcBb2K0LQq8/s320/183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606707129456086146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7efUvdS9mYY/Tc8Gbqah42I/AAAAAAAAAeI/yu6ETE6FsOI/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7efUvdS9mYY/Tc8Gbqah42I/AAAAAAAAAeI/yu6ETE6FsOI/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606707133411353442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still astounded that the Lord unexpectedly dropped this very unusual ministry in my lap, and I continue to watch for where He is taking it, all the while holding and tending it with open heart and open hands.  Thank you, Father, for the good gifts you give to your children!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-5993311920465880873?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/5993311920465880873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=5993311920465880873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5993311920465880873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5993311920465880873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2011/05/shift-in-wind.html' title='A Shift in the Wind'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nI6Sh4aJ5o/Tc8CeJh8WnI/AAAAAAAAAdw/7T_nPkAQDhc/s72-c/silk%2Bpainting%2B038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-4388847254436987920</id><published>2010-09-17T20:41:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:23:09.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Firmly Planted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Which yields its fruit in its season&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And its leaf does not wither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer the Lord gave me a picture and I knew that it was a glimpse of a quilt that I was to make for some dear friends. It was to be for them and about them, but the making of it was to be for my own heart's journey as I walked with them through this time in their lives. This quilt was to be unlike any other quilt I had made.  It would speak the truth about my friends' lives, unfolding as a declaration of God's word spoken over them. Everything about it was to be prophetic, not just the picture I saw, but the very way that it was made, the time spent piecing it together, the times that I would have to lay it down and let it rest, and the things that I heard and learned along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;On  the mountain heights of Israel I will plant it; it will produce   branches and bear fruit and become a splendid cedar. Birds of every kind   will nest in it; they will find shelter in the shade of its branches.    All the trees of the field will know that I the LORD bring down the   tall tree and make the low tree grow tall. I dry up the green tree and   make the dry tree flourish. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;      " 'I the LORD have spoken, and I will do it.' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I get an idea for a quilt, I jump in and find the fabric, get it washed and ironed, and start cutting as soon as I can.  I plow quickly through the piecing because I can't wait to see the finished quilt top.  This time  I had the picture, but I had no idea how to make it happen. The picture would have to be portrayed in an applique quilt, and I had never attempted applique before.  I began googling quilt trees to see if there was a pattern out there that I could copy or adapt to make it look like the tree in my picture. I looked and looked, but nothing suited the quilt in my mind.  I began looking for the tree as I drove around town, searching for the perfect one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was sitting on my prayer room couch and I glanced out the window and saw a tree I had probably looked at a thousand times across the street in the neighbor's yard.  I felt a jolt in my spirit and knew that was the tree! It's imperfection made it perfect. Twisty and bent like it had weathered some storms, it had a knot where a limb had been cut off-probably to keep it away from the power lines. The more I looked at it, the more I liked it.  I sketched what I could see of the tree while sitting there and then walked across the street to get a better look. Not surprisingly, this tree when examined closely, was completely different than the tree I could see from my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TJgRE5KVL-I/AAAAAAAAAck/UBUnrv5SEK8/s1600/iphone+362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TJgRE5KVL-I/AAAAAAAAAck/UBUnrv5SEK8/s320/iphone+362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519180119103844322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the sketch some detail then asked a friend to scan the picture into his computer and project the tree on the wall, adjusting it to the size I wanted.  I taped freezer paper to the wall and traced the tree onto the paper. I cut out my paper tree and now it was time to find fabric.  I knew that I wanted my background to be a lighter fabric framed by a dark brown fabric, so that the detail could spill over into the border.  I wanted this tree to feel like it was continuing to grow beyond the borders that were originally placed around it.  I found a tree fabric I thought would do, but it seemed too light of a brown, so I dyed it a darker brown.  I ironed the freezer paper onto the fabric and cut out my tree.  Placing it on my background, I hand stitched the tree to light fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I accomplished each of these steps, I would put the project aside for a few days or even longer until I felt it calling my name again.  All of a sudden I would think, "Okay, it's time to get the fabric," or "No, I am not supposed to sew the border on yet.  I'll wait."  Some days I would simply need to stitch on it to have something to do for my friends...something tangible to put my hands to, bolstering my heart's hope.  This past week I finally finished stitching the tree to the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TJgS-gdKLdI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ojlRTdzk7Ug/s1600/iphone+337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TJgS-gdKLdI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ojlRTdzk7Ug/s320/iphone+337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519182208415968722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I cut open the back of the quilt top where the tree is and carefully removed the freezer paper from inside the tree. I have been admiring the quilt top for several days. :) I set out the fabric that I purchased for the leaves and I glance at it several times a day, waiting for the go ahead to start creating those. It's not quite time. At least not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TJgT3c2Y5_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/3BAKeCIQOHk/s1600/iphone+338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TJgT3c2Y5_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/3BAKeCIQOHk/s320/iphone+338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519183186700593138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As the rain and the snow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;come down from heaven, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and do not return to it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;without watering the earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and making it bud and flourish, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. Instead of the thorn bush will grow the pine tree, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and instead of briers the myrtle will grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This will be for the Lord's renown, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;for an everlasting sign, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;which will not be destroyed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1291031923262883819-4388847254436987920?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/4388847254436987920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=4388847254436987920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4388847254436987920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4388847254436987920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2010/09/firmly-planted.html' title='Firmly Planted'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TJgRE5KVL-I/AAAAAAAAAck/UBUnrv5SEK8/s72-c/iphone+362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-6884074971629564345</id><published>2010-09-13T22:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:23:26.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Does One Begin?</title><content type='html'>This is the burning question following seven months of blogging silence. And these months were not full of long, boring, nothing-to-write-about days.  These days have been earth-shattering, life-altering, never gonna be the same type days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where does one begin?  Or, does one begin at all?  Should I just start from here and carry on? Because there is so much that just can't be put on a blog page.  That maybe cannot even be put into words at all.  Some things that can only be hidden in a heart until the right form of expression comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I will just start with some pictures and fill in some blanks as best I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are of Bookworm practicing her part for a worship dance recital. My three girls and I attended a worship dance class this spring in the local big city.  It was unlike anything we have done before, and a lot of fun.  Bookworm had a solo part and used these streamers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI729pM9ryI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DV_0MzW3R64/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI729pM9ryI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DV_0MzW3R64/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516618132468117282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire by night, cloud by day...my strong tower, send the latter rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI729LM2BiI/AAAAAAAAAcU/oWbKhqCmVFY/s1600/022.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI729LM2BiI/AAAAAAAAAcU/oWbKhqCmVFY/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI729LM2BiI/AAAAAAAAAcU/oWbKhqCmVFY/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516618124414551586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-6884074971629564345?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/6884074971629564345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=6884074971629564345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6884074971629564345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6884074971629564345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-does-one-begin.html' title='Where Does One Begin?'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI729pM9ryI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DV_0MzW3R64/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-4979340837820696722</id><published>2010-02-28T21:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:57:29.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foster Care Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;On September 1st we welcomed this little guy into our home and he was with us for about six weeks.  He was a little love, but didn't sleep very well for us.  This made for a groggy, grumpy mama and teacher. ;) In the middle of October we decided to take an indefinite hiatus from foster care and have spent the past few months focusing on our family and the purposes that the Lord has for us there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/S4s08W0ltPI/AAAAAAAAAa8/JlrL_UGkHDA/s1600-h/100_2875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/S4s08W0ltPI/AAAAAAAAAa8/JlrL_UGkHDA/s320/100_2875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443502786130326770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go back and look at these pictures tugs at my heart, but at the same time, I have cherished the past few months of "just us" and am so thankful for what the Lord has done in us without the added stress of an extra.  We're still not sure to what the Lord is leading us next, but we trust and know that He knows the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/S4s08OiVWrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iondCuz4Rkk/s1600-h/100_2791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/S4s08OiVWrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iondCuz4Rkk/s320/100_2791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443502783906273970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-4979340837820696722?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/4979340837820696722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=4979340837820696722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4979340837820696722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4979340837820696722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2010/02/foster-care-update.html' title='Foster Care Update'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/S4s08W0ltPI/AAAAAAAAAa8/JlrL_UGkHDA/s72-c/100_2875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-3552269501374999636</id><published>2010-02-28T20:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:17:36.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Geographical Study - Beginning with the Good Ole USA</title><content type='html'>We made globe cakes at the beginning of our study of countries and cultures - a very fun (and yummy) activity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/S4ss4ogS7QI/AAAAAAAAAaM/QIb6zCbpEMg/s1600-h/100_2681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/S4ss4ogS7QI/AAAAAAAAAaM/QIb6zCbpEMg/s320/100_2681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443493926064549122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our USA meal included hamburgers, french fries, lemonade and apple pie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/S4ss6ZZwL3I/AAAAAAAAAas/QVQDBOIEzb0/s1600-h/100_2766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/S4ss6ZZwL3I/AAAAAAAAAas/QVQDBOIEzb0/s320/100_2766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443493956370313074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may just seem like this unit is all about the food... :) Finishing off the fried okra dressed in prairie dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/S4ss6DkyNRI/AAAAAAAAAak/AU_8ZK6VpC4/s1600-h/100_2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/S4ss6DkyNRI/AAAAAAAAAak/AU_8ZK6VpC4/s320/100_2737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443493950511002898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovey sewed a nine-patch as we learned about the pioneers and the place quilts took in their lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/S4ss5iM6jsI/AAAAAAAAAac/qDcBDMk_jWo/s1600-h/100_2696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/S4ss5iM6jsI/AAAAAAAAAac/qDcBDMk_jWo/s320/100_2696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443493941552516802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheery picked a four-patch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/S4ss5fO7T4I/AAAAAAAAAaU/rDhAmU-82tw/s1600-h/100_2690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/S4ss5fO7T4I/AAAAAAAAAaU/rDhAmU-82tw/s320/100_2690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443493940755648386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-3552269501374999636?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/3552269501374999636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=3552269501374999636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3552269501374999636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3552269501374999636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2010/02/geographical-study-beginning-with-good.html' title='A Geographical Study - Beginning with the Good Ole USA'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/S4ss4ogS7QI/AAAAAAAAAaM/QIb6zCbpEMg/s72-c/100_2681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-7083636905931945780</id><published>2009-08-17T21:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:12:37.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Camping Cake</title><content type='html'>This weekend we went camping with friends to celebrate their daughter's 12th birthday, and Bookworm had the idea to make her friend a cake.  We had fun getting endless ideas off the internet and then implementing our favorites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SooNe5LkMPI/AAAAAAAAAaE/a-Cr-Gb0Sac/s1600-h/100_2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SooNe5LkMPI/AAAAAAAAAaE/a-Cr-Gb0Sac/s320/100_2603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371120329989304562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candle sits in the middle of the fire ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SooNeTu2DUI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pIIH0Y_FQw4/s1600-h/100_2607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SooNeTu2DUI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pIIH0Y_FQw4/s320/100_2607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371120319936728386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-7083636905931945780?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/7083636905931945780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=7083636905931945780' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7083636905931945780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7083636905931945780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/08/creative-camping-cake.html' title='Creative Camping Cake'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SooNe5LkMPI/AAAAAAAAAaE/a-Cr-Gb0Sac/s72-c/100_2603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-7533122585871254445</id><published>2009-08-17T20:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:03:11.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>J Turns the Big 3</title><content type='html'>Eeek. I guess I reserve birthdays to blog these days as it doesn't seem I can take the time to do it for other reasons. But I can't miss a chance to write about my big boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in the throws of potty-training - something I am reminded that I would rather pass on.  J is doing SO well though, and I am thankful that he is "getting it" pretty quickly.  He even got to practice on some trees while we were camping this past weekend. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed to have J in our family and our lives. He is a delight and a joy and a hoot.  Last night we celebrated and had a bunch of friends over. :) Here are some pictures to share....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookworm organized games and this was the donut eating competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SooJeV_Bk3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/96xAZlhxFEE/s1600-h/100_2619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SooJeV_Bk3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/96xAZlhxFEE/s320/100_2619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371115922494952306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SooJd0j9CfI/AAAAAAAAAZs/PZcp3mCMD1M/s1600-h/Birthday+camping+020(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SooJd0j9CfI/AAAAAAAAAZs/PZcp3mCMD1M/s320/Birthday+camping+020(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371115913523038706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greer's Ferry lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SooJdS_OJfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/VNP9nbwUXOE/s1600-h/Birthday+camping+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SooJdS_OJfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/VNP9nbwUXOE/s320/Birthday+camping+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371115904510600690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy boot Caramel and Chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SooJcvFph3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/0ky8HyDgHGs/s1600-h/100_2653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SooJcvFph3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/0ky8HyDgHGs/s320/100_2653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371115894873884530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SooJcBGz66I/AAAAAAAAAZU/RC52FzSMMAA/s1600-h/100_2652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SooJcBGz66I/AAAAAAAAAZU/RC52FzSMMAA/s320/100_2652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371115882530728866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-7533122585871254445?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/7533122585871254445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=7533122585871254445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7533122585871254445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7533122585871254445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/08/j-turns-big-3.html' title='J Turns the Big 3'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SooJeV_Bk3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/96xAZlhxFEE/s72-c/100_2619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-5848553644144812508</id><published>2009-07-02T23:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:07:55.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheery Turns Eight!</title><content type='html'>Thank you God for this beautiful blessing!  She delights us daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours old... July 3rd 9 pounds, 4 ounces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2PfdXsO5I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/G2CCB_UNfjo/s1600-h/Hilary_Cute_Double_Chin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2PfdXsO5I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/G2CCB_UNfjo/s320/Hilary_Cute_Double_Chin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354093302636100498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine months old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2PfI4HWmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/GMfIF_xL_cQ/s1600-h/hilary+9+months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2PfI4HWmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/GMfIF_xL_cQ/s320/hilary+9+months.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354093297134951010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2Pf5_-njI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NaXgV2YY0GI/s1600-h/only+pink+for+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2Pf5_-njI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NaXgV2YY0GI/s320/only+pink+for+me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354093310321270322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Mama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2PgAEc3vI/AAAAAAAAAYo/OG-PFq1MDEY/s1600-h/Gayle+and+Hilary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2PgAEc3vI/AAAAAAAAAYo/OG-PFq1MDEY/s320/Gayle+and+Hilary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354093311950642930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2Wf0COemI/AAAAAAAAAYw/R9R2-_NIjJk/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2Wf0COemI/AAAAAAAAAYw/R9R2-_NIjJk/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354101005301480034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prairie girl in the fall leaves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2WgKR4wEI/AAAAAAAAAY4/jrNEBxCrtmg/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2WgKR4wEI/AAAAAAAAAY4/jrNEBxCrtmg/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354101011272745026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six year old Cheery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2WgSuOMGI/AAAAAAAAAZA/dBE2JDLTUlQ/s1600-h/Picture+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2WgSuOMGI/AAAAAAAAAZA/dBE2JDLTUlQ/s320/Picture+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354101013539074146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 -1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2WgtxBQjI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Yf1EPz1uvfE/s1600-h/DPP_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2WgtxBQjI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Yf1EPz1uvfE/s320/DPP_0214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354101020798566962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-5848553644144812508?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/5848553644144812508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=5848553644144812508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5848553644144812508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5848553644144812508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheery-turns-eight.html' title='Cheery Turns Eight!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sk2PfdXsO5I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/G2CCB_UNfjo/s72-c/Hilary_Cute_Double_Chin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-5976263144357293500</id><published>2009-05-13T21:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:17:17.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible</title><content type='html'>This actually makes me want to practice piano again...or dance...or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-5976263144357293500?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/5976263144357293500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=5976263144357293500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5976263144357293500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5976263144357293500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/05/incredible.html' title='Incredible'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-2980264635018080422</id><published>2009-05-10T17:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:10:34.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Gotcha Day J!!</title><content type='html'>This Mother's Day falls on a very special anniversary - the day the Lord placed J in our home and hearts. He was our first foster placement and our intro to falling in love with a child that didn't come from my womb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sgdbv5bLLJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/SnYUqGWwmQc/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sgdbv5bLLJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/SnYUqGWwmQc/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334333162070420626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheery helping with one of J's first feedings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SgdbvqqJqaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/15sjTMmMsU4/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SgdbvqqJqaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/15sjTMmMsU4/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334333158106704290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookworm giving J a first bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sgdbvmbj-DI/AAAAAAAAAXo/hC_gtQ7BGWw/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sgdbvmbj-DI/AAAAAAAAAXo/hC_gtQ7BGWw/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334333156971771954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, a beautiful, joyful part of our family...we can't imagine life without him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SgdbwEbgJwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/sADR4ACcHmg/s1600-h/2009-04-09+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SgdbwEbgJwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/sADR4ACcHmg/s320/2009-04-09+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334333165024585474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, for Your perfect plan - beyond all we can ever ask or imagine - You are so good to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-2980264635018080422?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/2980264635018080422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=2980264635018080422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2980264635018080422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2980264635018080422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-gotcha-day-j.html' title='Happy Gotcha Day J!!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sgdbv5bLLJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/SnYUqGWwmQc/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-4067943176362441671</id><published>2009-05-08T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:08:30.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Q-yM4QCIek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Q-yM4QCIek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-4067943176362441671?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/4067943176362441671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=4067943176362441671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4067943176362441671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4067943176362441671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/05/latest-favorite.html' title='Latest Favorite'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-3874765176240124496</id><published>2009-04-25T14:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:46:31.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oswald Chambers for Today</title><content type='html'>What happens when we lose the inspiration of those exceptional moments?  &lt;br /&gt;We do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Many of us suffer from the unbalanced tendency to "be ready" only "out of season." The season does not refer to time; it refers to us. This verse says, "Preach the Word! Be ready in season and out of season." In other words, we should "be ready" whether we feel like it or not. If we do only what we feel inclined to do, some of us would never do anything. There are some people who are totally unemployable in the spiritual realm. They are spiritually feeble and weak, and they refuse to do anything unless they are supernaturally inspired. The proof that our relationship is right with God is that we do our best whether we feel inspired or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the worst traps a Christian worker can fall into is to become obsessed with his own exceptional moments of inspiration. When the Spirit of God gives you a time of inspiration and insight, you tend to say, "Now that I’ve experienced this moment, I will always be like this for God." No, you will not, and God will make sure of that. Those times are entirely the gift of God. You cannot give them to yourself when you choose. If you say you will only be at your best for God, as during those exceptional times, you actually become an intolerable burden on Him. You will never do anything unless God keeps you consciously aware of His inspiration to you at all times. If you make a god out of your best moments, you will find that God will fade out of your life, never to return until you are obedient in the work He has placed closest to you, and until you have learned not to be obsessed with those exceptional moments He has given you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-3874765176240124496?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/3874765176240124496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=3874765176240124496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3874765176240124496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3874765176240124496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/04/oswald-chambers-for-today.html' title='Oswald Chambers for Today'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-5037629014650641512</id><published>2009-04-09T19:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:19:41.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Happenings</title><content type='html'>Handy neighbor Thomas installs benches on our deck...yay for safety and comfort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sd6afSckPTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/tufCywDRWdk/s1600-h/2009-04-09+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sd6afSckPTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/tufCywDRWdk/s320/2009-04-09+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322861671916780850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy and his dog and his chickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sd6afHRf5SI/AAAAAAAAAXE/nzMQReLg3ew/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sd6afHRf5SI/AAAAAAAAAXE/nzMQReLg3ew/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322861668917568802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planting "fairie gardens" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sd6ae-1yVlI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Drb5AKW1F30/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sd6ae-1yVlI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Drb5AKW1F30/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322861666653853266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Mama quilt the cowboy quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sd6aeuBPv9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/EoLykZ0nNHU/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sd6aeuBPv9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/EoLykZ0nNHU/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322861662138515410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New foster brother - Baby R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sd6aeSTyFKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GS9bpdtaJzs/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sd6aeSTyFKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GS9bpdtaJzs/s320/059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322861654700070050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-5037629014650641512?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/5037629014650641512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=5037629014650641512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5037629014650641512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5037629014650641512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-happenings.html' title='Spring Happenings'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/Sd6afSckPTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/tufCywDRWdk/s72-c/2009-04-09+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-8864674733670813144</id><published>2009-02-28T21:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:56:00.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Winter</title><content type='html'>Be not like a horse or a mule, without understanding,&lt;br /&gt;   which must be curbed with bit and bridle,&lt;br /&gt;   or it will not stay near you. Psalm 32:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sprinkle clean water on you, and you shall be clean from all your uncleannesses, and from all your idols I will cleanse you. And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh. And I will put my Spirit within you, and cause you to walk in my statutes and be careful to obey my rules. You shall dwell in the land that I gave to your fathers, and you shall be my people, and I will be your God. And I will deliver you from all your uncleannesses. And I will summon the grain and make it abundant and lay no famine upon you. I will make the fruit of the tree and the increase of the field abundant, that you may never again suffer the disgrace of famine among the nations...&lt;br /&gt;"Thus says the Lord GOD: On the day that I cleanse you from all your iniquities, I will cause the cities to be inhabited, and the waste places shall be rebuilt. And the land that was desolate shall be tilled, instead of being the desolation that it was in the sight of all who passed by. And they will say, 'This land that was desolate has become like the garden of Eden, and the waste and desolate and ruined cities are now fortified and inhabited.' Then the nations that are left all around you shall know that I am the LORD; I have rebuilt the ruined places and replanted that which was desolate. I am the LORD; I have spoken, and I will do it. &lt;br /&gt;Ezekial 36:25-36&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-8864674733670813144?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/8864674733670813144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=8864674733670813144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8864674733670813144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8864674733670813144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-of-winter.html' title='Out of Winter'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-6447270515184715884</id><published>2009-02-18T13:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:53:09.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Breakfast</title><content type='html'>Homemade waffles made with soft wheat, whipped cream sweetened with agave, and fresh strawberries...yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SZxmoABn5SI/AAAAAAAAAWk/98Zic5A42kI/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SZxmoABn5SI/AAAAAAAAAWk/98Zic5A42kI/s320/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304227298523211042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-6447270515184715884?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/6447270515184715884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=6447270515184715884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6447270515184715884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6447270515184715884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-breakfast.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Breakfast'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SZxmoABn5SI/AAAAAAAAAWk/98Zic5A42kI/s72-c/Picture+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-6758629316879315253</id><published>2009-02-06T16:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:49:06.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying to Self</title><content type='html'>When your good is spoken of as evil, when your wishes are crossed, your advice disregarded, your opinions ridiculed, when you reach out and the door is closed in your face and you refuse to let anger rise in your heart, or even defend yourself, but take it all in patience and with love-that is dying to self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lovingly and patiently bear any disorder, any irregularity, any impunctuality, any interruption or any annoyance; when you stand face-to-face with folly, wastefulness, spiritual insensibility and endure it as Jesus endured-that is dying to self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are content with any food, any offering, any climate, any people, any clothing, any shelter-that is dying to self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you never care to refer to yourself in conversation, or to record your own good words and when you can truly love to be unknown-that is dying to self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can see your brother prosper and have his needs met and you honestly rejoice with him in spirit and feel no envy, nor question God, while your own needs are far greater and in desperate circumstances-that is dying to self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can receive correction, reproof, encouragement, advice or exhortation from one of less stature than yourself and can humbly submit inwardly as well as outwardly, finding no rebellion or resentment rising up within your heart-that is dying to self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Author Unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-6758629316879315253?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/6758629316879315253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=6758629316879315253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6758629316879315253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6758629316879315253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/02/dying-to-self.html' title='Dying to Self'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-5122010210427490379</id><published>2009-02-04T21:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:34:36.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word on Breaking Yokes</title><content type='html'>Galatians 5&lt;br /&gt;1 It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.&lt;br /&gt;13 You, my brothers, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature[a]; rather, serve one another in love. &lt;br /&gt;16 So I say, live by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the sinful nature. 17 For the sinful nature desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and the Spirit what is contrary to the sinful nature. They are in conflict with each other, so that you do not do what you want. 18 But if you are led by the Spirit, you are not under law.&lt;br /&gt;22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. 24 Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the sinful nature with its passions and desires. 25 Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 58&lt;br /&gt;6 "Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: &lt;br /&gt;       to loose the chains of injustice &lt;br /&gt;       and untie the cords of the yoke, &lt;br /&gt;       to set the oppressed free &lt;br /&gt;       and break every yoke? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 Is it not to share your food with the hungry &lt;br /&gt;       and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter— &lt;br /&gt;       when you see the naked, to clothe him, &lt;br /&gt;       and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 Then your light will break forth like the dawn, &lt;br /&gt;       and your healing will quickly appear; &lt;br /&gt;       then your righteousness [a] will go before you, &lt;br /&gt;       and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 Then you will call, and the LORD will answer; &lt;br /&gt;       you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I. &lt;br /&gt;       "If you do away with the yoke of oppression, &lt;br /&gt;       with the pointing finger and malicious talk, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10 and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry &lt;br /&gt;       and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, &lt;br /&gt;       then your light will rise in the darkness, &lt;br /&gt;       and your night will become like the noonday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11 The LORD will guide you always; &lt;br /&gt;       he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land &lt;br /&gt;       and will strengthen your frame. &lt;br /&gt;       You will be like a well-watered garden, &lt;br /&gt;       like a spring whose waters never fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12 Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins &lt;br /&gt;       and will raise up the age-old foundations; &lt;br /&gt;       you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls, &lt;br /&gt;       Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-5122010210427490379?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/5122010210427490379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=5122010210427490379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5122010210427490379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5122010210427490379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/02/word-on-breaking-yokes.html' title='The Word on Breaking Yokes'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-1349751077476806131</id><published>2009-01-26T17:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:48:00.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Genocide of Abortion</title><content type='html'>Reverend Luke Robinson speaking at the 2009 March of Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wriSc2sNXA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wriSc2sNXA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between 1882 and 1968, 3,446 Blacks were lynched in the U.S. That number is surpassed in less than 3 days by abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,452 African-American children are killed each day by the heinous act of abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 out of 5 pregnant African-American women will abort their child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 1/3 of all abortions performed on Black women, the abortion industry has received over 4,000,000,000 (yes, billion) dollars from the Black community.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information see &lt;a href="http://www.blackgenocide.org "&gt;BlackGenocide&lt;/a&gt;. Be warned that this site is not for children or for the faint of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this is not exclusively an African American issue, so many of Planned Parenthood's clinics are placed conveniently in black neighborhoods. As the mother of a black child who hopes to be gifted with more black children, this topic makes me physically ill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same moment I am so incredibly thankful for the life that was given to J by his birthmother. And I can do nothing but weep for the souls that are being murdered and thrown away and for the mothers who are throwing them away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-1349751077476806131?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/1349751077476806131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=1349751077476806131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/1349751077476806131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/1349751077476806131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/01/genocide-of-abortion.html' title='The Genocide of Abortion'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-7583763225979759605</id><published>2009-01-20T15:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:51:38.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Above All Rule and Authority</title><content type='html'>Daily Light on the Daily Path&lt;br /&gt;January 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning&lt;br /&gt;And his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.—For you have exalted above all things your name and your word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And they shall call his name Immanuel” (which means, God with us).—“And you shall call his name Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That all may honor the Son, just as they honor the Father.”—Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name.—Far above all rule and authority and power and dominion, and above every name that is named, not only in this age but also in the one to come. And he put all things under his feet.—He has a name written that no one knows but himself . . . King of kings and Lord of lords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Almighty—we cannot find him.—What is his name, and what is his son's name? Surely you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa. 9:6; John 1:14; Ps. 138:2; Matt. 1:23; Matt. 1:21; John 5:23; Phil. 2:9; Eph. 1:21, 22; Rev. 19:12, 16; Job. 37:23; Prov. 30:4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-7583763225979759605?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/7583763225979759605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=7583763225979759605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7583763225979759605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7583763225979759605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/01/far-above-all-rule-and-authority.html' title='Far Above All Rule and Authority'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-3439265643796020492</id><published>2009-01-20T15:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:21:39.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Aired during the Inauguration on Black Entertainment Television...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V2CaBR3z85c&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V2CaBR3z85c&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-3439265643796020492?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/3439265643796020492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=3439265643796020492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3439265643796020492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3439265643796020492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-8834472753142181477</id><published>2009-01-19T10:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:00:40.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SXSupvdd9-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/l0_kMMUOLTc/s1600-h/Picture+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SXSupvdd9-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/l0_kMMUOLTc/s320/Picture+187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293047494205110242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But whenever anyone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. Now the Lord is the Spirit, and &lt;strong&gt;where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom&lt;/strong&gt;. And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 3:16-18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a dream that one day...little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Martin Luther King, Jr., 1963 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free At Last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free at last, free at last&lt;br /&gt;I thank God I'm free at last&lt;br /&gt;Free at last, free at last&lt;br /&gt;I thank God I'm free at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way down yonder in the graveyard walk&lt;br /&gt;I thank God I'm free at last&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Jesus going to meet and talk&lt;br /&gt;I thank God I'm free at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees when the light pass'd by&lt;br /&gt;I thank God I'm free at last&lt;br /&gt;Tho't my soul would rise and fly&lt;br /&gt;I thank God I'm free at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these mornings, bright and fair&lt;br /&gt;I thank God I'm free at last&lt;br /&gt;Goin' meet King Jesus in the air&lt;br /&gt;I thank God I'm free at last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~by J. W. Work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-8834472753142181477?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/8834472753142181477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=8834472753142181477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8834472753142181477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8834472753142181477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-dream.html' title='I Have A Dream'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SXSupvdd9-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/l0_kMMUOLTc/s72-c/Picture+187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-3727223080411698911</id><published>2009-01-16T15:09:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:14:49.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul's Winter</title><content type='html'>There are days. There are slow-moving, cold days. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I scrape the bottom of the barrel.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My soul lives in a winter all its own, cold and grasping for any warmth it can find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these spaces, I am to wait and to rest and to look for new growth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart strains for any sign of birth, of spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will He birth out of this forced stillness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to the words given me. Good and bad. Spirit-filled and from the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am encouraged and I am discouraged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am churning and turning words over and over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is forming in me. &lt;br /&gt;A new thing. &lt;br /&gt;As I wait, I reach down deep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do I know?   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I do not know, but this I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;This I know. The One Sure Thing. All else fades. All else changes. All else fails. All else is pretense. All else is fluff. &lt;br /&gt;Jesus. My brother. My friend. My Lord. My Lover. My Only Hope. My Only Hope for Spring. My Only Hope for life in this winter of my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-3727223080411698911?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/3727223080411698911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=3727223080411698911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3727223080411698911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3727223080411698911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/01/souls-winter.html' title='Soul&apos;s Winter'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-1808698493503280609</id><published>2009-01-01T21:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:08:40.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Just realized that it has been exactly one year ago (last night) that I began blogging.  I have very much enjoyed sharing our lives, and my thoughts and musings. I look back and am amazed at all that has happened in the last 365 days, and I wonder what God holds for us in 2009.  My prayer is that I can learn to live in the moment, to treasure the time I have with the wonderful blessings the Lord has poured out on me - my amazing husband, beautiful children and dear family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord Almighty is Faithful and True.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-1808698493503280609?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/1808698493503280609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=1808698493503280609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/1808698493503280609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/1808698493503280609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-year-anniversary.html' title='One Year Anniversary'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-3006967370931403762</id><published>2008-12-29T20:18:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:21:20.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Festivities</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics that I was forced to heist from my sister-in-law as it apparently didn't cross my mind to take pictures!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a little squirrely and house-bound with the cold weather, and at one point I ordered Bookworm to get everyone dancing in the schoolroom.  This is Bookworm leading my little ones plus one cousin in the cha-cha slide. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmITpef7eI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qj-fuMARP7g/s1600-h/cha+cha+slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmITpef7eI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qj-fuMARP7g/s320/cha+cha+slide.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285405508828655074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookworm promised the little cousins a tea party and came through eventually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmFZQy6KtI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/M1ULy0dV-0w/s1600-h/Shelby+serves+tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmFZQy6KtI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/M1ULy0dV-0w/s320/Shelby+serves+tea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285402306747706066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J and J: the cutie patooties in the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmITWb-5fI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HoBP1EU3-sY/s1600-h/jack+and+jill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmITWb-5fI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HoBP1EU3-sY/s320/jack+and+jill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285405503717828082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH reading &lt;em&gt;Twas the Night Before Christmas &lt;/em&gt;to seven lambs on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmITq9n14I/AAAAAAAAAV4/GpD4JozGSOc/s1600-h/twas+the+night+before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmITq9n14I/AAAAAAAAAV4/GpD4JozGSOc/s320/twas+the+night+before.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285405509227632514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cinnamon rolls that launched a thousand ships, or shall I say, HIPS. Find the recipe &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/06/cinammon_rolls_/"&gt;here.   One word: AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmFWf3UtdI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HdfluO2ugsk/s1600-h/Christmas+cinnamon+rolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmFWf3UtdI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HdfluO2ugsk/s320/Christmas+cinnamon+rolls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285402259253147090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls sporting their adorable scarves knitted by Auntie L. (I'll post a pic of me in mine as soon as it gets cold enough again for me to wear it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmFWmdcgpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/06n7you0pUc/s1600-h/girls+with+scarfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmFWmdcgpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/06n7you0pUc/s320/girls+with+scarfs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285402261023654546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the beautiful, brined turkey that fell apart when I attempted to carve it - YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmFWR6X8uI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hYupDGJQGt0/s1600-h/Christmas+turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmFWR6X8uI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hYupDGJQGt0/s320/Christmas+turkey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285402255507845858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the spread in order: sweet potatoes, green beans with bacon, baked pineapple, homemade dressing, turkey, mashed potatoes, frozen cranberry salad. And not pictured were the butterhorn rolls, Dan's amazing homemade creamed corn, homemade cranberry sauce, "The" Holiday salad, pecan pie, caramel apple pie, pumpkin pie, Laura's dried fruit cake, and caramel dipped pretzels. Wow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmGh0kQnvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/C1r16qccPPY/s1600-h/the+feast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmGh0kQnvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/C1r16qccPPY/s320/the+feast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285403553300520690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura set the table beautifully and I was able to use my red and white transferware for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmGhqrnrAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/j9HwwJ1OOYo/s1600-h/table+set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmGhqrnrAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/j9HwwJ1OOYo/s320/table+set.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285403550647036930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little lambs waiting for their food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmFY9EqwoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/DorAneyZGCg/s1600-h/lambs+at+the+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmFY9EqwoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/DorAneyZGCg/s320/lambs+at+the+table.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285402301453484674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a wonderfully blessed Christmas-if I come up with any other pics of it, I will post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-3006967370931403762?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/3006967370931403762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=3006967370931403762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3006967370931403762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3006967370931403762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-festivities.html' title='Christmas Festivities'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SVmITpef7eI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qj-fuMARP7g/s72-c/cha+cha+slide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-8390547223627078898</id><published>2008-12-17T21:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:19:20.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying Out</title><content type='html'>To the widow who suffers from being alone&lt;br /&gt;Wiping the tears from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the children around the world without a home&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is hope for the helpless&lt;br /&gt;Rest for the weary&lt;br /&gt;Love for the broken heart&lt;br /&gt;There is grace and forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Mercy and healing&lt;br /&gt;He'll meet you wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Cry out to Jesus, Cry out to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Third Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying out to Jesus tonight for some little ones who have no mother or home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SUnOcDRuabI/AAAAAAAAAUk/W2tZV1p9l80/s1600-h/DPP_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SUnOcDRuabI/AAAAAAAAAUk/W2tZV1p9l80/s320/DPP_0305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280979019379927474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-8390547223627078898?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/8390547223627078898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=8390547223627078898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8390547223627078898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8390547223627078898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/12/crying-out.html' title='Crying Out'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SUnOcDRuabI/AAAAAAAAAUk/W2tZV1p9l80/s72-c/DPP_0305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-5362807540766595304</id><published>2008-12-13T20:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:12:18.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SUnL6TZuvrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/s-zZEEfUg5M/s1600-h/DPP_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SUnL6TZuvrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/s-zZEEfUg5M/s320/DPP_0107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280976240569663154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lovey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you turn 9 years old and I can hardly believe it. Yesterday I wrapped my arms around your little frame and held you and held you saying, No, don't grow up, don't do it, I remember your sweet chubby baby self and your soft soft skin and you are getting too big!  You just giggled at my silliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do remember what a sweet, quiet, dear baby you were and how everyone said, "Now, I want a baby like THAT."  I could hardly hear you cry even when you were just across the room from me. And you hardly ever cried, so that when you did, we just listened and enjoyed hearing from you. You didn't even roll over until you were almost eight months because you were content to watch and smile at big sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are still that easy to adore, soft, gentle person.  I see you growing up and I love the young lady you are becoming.  You are pure of heart and gentle with others' hearts.  You nurture and take care.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SUgR5xyPdsI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sxY06RSoNWY/s1600-h/Audrey+teacup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SUgR5xyPdsI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sxY06RSoNWY/s320/Audrey+teacup.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280490247406188226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You began the year by asking to be baptized and Daddy baptized you on January 27.  I thought that you would want to do it during the week, but you chose Sunday morning and confessed Jesus as your Lord and Savior in front of the largest crowd I have ever seen for a baptism at our church. The Lord has done mighty things in your life this year and will continue to make you more and more full of His grace and mercy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a wonderful gift from God to your daddy and me. We love you so much. Happy Birthday Lovey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of &lt;strong&gt;power&lt;/strong&gt;, of love and of self-discipline.&lt;/em&gt; 2 Timothy 1:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SUgR6eHin7I/AAAAAAAAAUU/EGLukX-F0WI/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SUgR6eHin7I/AAAAAAAAAUU/EGLukX-F0WI/s320/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280490259306684338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-5362807540766595304?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/5362807540766595304/comments/default' title='Post 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Me'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-594039635824719737</id><published>2008-12-10T11:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:43:18.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocha Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAB-zJPsJjs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAB-zJPsJjs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/12/mocha-club.html' title='Mocha Club'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-6586061342834218362</id><published>2008-12-05T09:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:53:54.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformation</title><content type='html'>Therefore, since we have such a hope, we are very bold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not like Moses, who would put a veil over his face to keep the Israelites from gazing at it while the radiance was fading away. But their minds were made dull, for to this day the same veil remains when the old covenant is read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has not been removed, because only in Christ is it taken away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even to this day when Moses is read, a veil covers their hearts. But whenever anyone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 3:12-18&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-6586061342834218362?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/6586061342834218362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=6586061342834218362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6586061342834218362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6586061342834218362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/12/transformation.html' title='Transformation'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-5008841328421954029</id><published>2008-11-30T20:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:06:04.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Decking the Halls...</title><content type='html'>The girls putting all the ornaments on the tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/STNSs-w3kCI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CTnbb1LeTJk/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/STNSs-w3kCI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CTnbb1LeTJk/s320/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274650521296670754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it really looks in our dimly-lit living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/STNStr2ObzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6VYLHa3dBzE/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/STNStr2ObzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6VYLHa3dBzE/s320/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274650533398736690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-5008841328421954029?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/5008841328421954029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=5008841328421954029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5008841328421954029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5008841328421954029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/decking-halls.html' title='Decking the Halls...'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/STNSs-w3kCI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CTnbb1LeTJk/s72-c/Picture+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-9118180376816803002</id><published>2008-11-30T20:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:04:27.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Pictures of Our Day of Thanks</title><content type='html'>Lovey and I rolling out hundreds of butterhorn rolls amid Bookworm's apple pie fixings. I am not sure what possessed me to make so many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/STNRM88_0jI/AAAAAAAAATU/Msy3Tn5zKAQ/s1600-h/Picture+007edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/STNRM88_0jI/AAAAAAAAATU/Msy3Tn5zKAQ/s320/Picture+007edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274648871543231026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolls, rolls, and more rolls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/STNRNNXbvgI/AAAAAAAAATc/p2ufpdP8NwE/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/STNRNNXbvgI/AAAAAAAAATc/p2ufpdP8NwE/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274648875949080066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first cheeseball was a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/STNRNmbAfdI/AAAAAAAAATk/pgEXSPks_Jk/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/STNRNmbAfdI/AAAAAAAAATk/pgEXSPks_Jk/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274648882674957778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a spread at the B's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/STNRN71iuhI/AAAAAAAAATs/-8j-ryfDoys/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/STNRN71iuhI/AAAAAAAAATs/-8j-ryfDoys/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274648888423397906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting with more B's...(You gotta love dearhusband's holiday socks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/STNROIsJR0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/EDsk7gZbqh8/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/STNROIsJR0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/EDsk7gZbqh8/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274648891873642306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dearly missed family but were so blessed to be with friends that are so dear to us!  Thank you Lord for the family of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-9118180376816803002?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/9118180376816803002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=9118180376816803002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/9118180376816803002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/9118180376816803002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-pictures-of-our-day-of-thanks.html' title='A Few Pictures of Our Day of Thanks'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/STNRM88_0jI/AAAAAAAAATU/Msy3Tn5zKAQ/s72-c/Picture+007edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-2171483265497351039</id><published>2008-11-23T22:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:51:26.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>Take me, make me&lt;br /&gt;All You want me to be&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm asking, all I'm asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;I've buried under prideful vines&lt;br /&gt;Grown to hide the mess I've made &lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Come decorate, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Open up the creaking door&lt;br /&gt;And walk upon the dusty floor&lt;br /&gt;Scrape away the guilty stains&lt;br /&gt;Until no sin or shame remain&lt;br /&gt;Spread Your love upon the walls&lt;br /&gt;And occupy the empty halls&lt;br /&gt;Until the man I am has faded&lt;br /&gt;No more doors are barricaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Come inside this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;It's not my own&lt;br /&gt;Make it home&lt;br /&gt;Come and take this heart and make it&lt;br /&gt;All Your own&lt;br /&gt;Welcome home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a seat, pull up a chair&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for the disrepair&lt;br /&gt;And the souvenirs from floor to ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Gathered on my search for meaning&lt;br /&gt;Every closet's filled with clutter&lt;br /&gt;Messes yet to be discovered&lt;br /&gt;I'm overwhelmed, I understand&lt;br /&gt;I can't make this place all that You can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the space that You placed in me&lt;br /&gt;Redecorated in shades of greed&lt;br /&gt;And I made sure every door stayed locked&lt;br /&gt;Every window blocked, and still You knocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me, make me&lt;br /&gt;All You want me to be&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm asking, all I'm asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shaun Groves&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-2171483265497351039?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/2171483265497351039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=2171483265497351039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/see-world-in-color.html' title='See The World In Color'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-276825525352880376</id><published>2008-11-18T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:20:01.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You And I Are Not That Different</title><content type='html'>Some people try to listen to the bottom of a bottle&lt;br /&gt;Some people try to listen to a needle in their arm&lt;br /&gt;Some people try to listen to the money in their pocket&lt;br /&gt;Some people try to listen to another's arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I are not that different&lt;br /&gt;We got a void and we're just trying to fill it up&lt;br /&gt;With something that'll give just a little peace&lt;br /&gt;All we want is a hand to reach to&lt;br /&gt;Open arms that say I love you&lt;br /&gt;We'd give anything to hear&lt;br /&gt;The voice of a Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people try to find it with blind ambition&lt;br /&gt;Some people try to find it where no one else has gone&lt;br /&gt;Some people try to find it in the crowns of victory&lt;br /&gt;Some people get defeated and lose the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I are not that different&lt;br /&gt;We got a void and we're just trying to fill it up&lt;br /&gt;With something that'll give just a little peace&lt;br /&gt;All we want is a hand to reach to&lt;br /&gt;Open arms that say I love you&lt;br /&gt;We'd give anything to hear&lt;br /&gt;The voice of a Savior&lt;br /&gt;The voice of a Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people try to find it in the shadow of a steeple&lt;br /&gt;Some people try to find it in the back row pew&lt;br /&gt;Some people try to find it in the arms of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;That's where I found it, how about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I are not that different&lt;br /&gt;We got a void and we're just trying to fill it up&lt;br /&gt;With something that'll give just a little peace&lt;br /&gt;All we want is a hand to reach to&lt;br /&gt;Open arms that say I love you&lt;br /&gt;We'd give anything to hear&lt;br /&gt;The voice of a Savior&lt;br /&gt;The voice of a Savior&lt;br /&gt;We'd give anything to hear&lt;br /&gt;The voice of a Savior&lt;br /&gt;The voice of a Savior&lt;br /&gt;The voice of a Savior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-276825525352880376?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-4032147881671765420</id><published>2008-11-11T13:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:56:18.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Soup Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRpSgFJp8CI/AAAAAAAAARA/Arb92i5sJXM/s1600-h/november+08+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRpSgFJp8CI/AAAAAAAAARA/Arb92i5sJXM/s320/november+08+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267613425255182370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe is a mix of a couple of different of recipes, but my own take on a yummy fall soup.  It was a hit in this house except for little J who turns up his nose at orange vegetables.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butternut Squash and Chicken Chowder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large butternut squash, baked and cubed&lt;br /&gt;3 chicken breasts, boiled and diced&lt;br /&gt;3-4 Tbsp. butter&lt;br /&gt;1 yellow onion, diced&lt;br /&gt;1 leek, finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. thyme&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp. cumin&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4-1/2 cup cream&lt;br /&gt;1 can chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;3 medium yellow potatoes, cubed&lt;br /&gt;1 can whole kernel corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place whole squash on foil covered baking sheet.  Bake at 400 degrees for one hour.  Allow to cool a few minutes, then peel off skin and scoop out seeds.  Dice squash and put aside. &lt;br /&gt;Place chicken breasts in pot and cover with water.  Bring to boil and allow to boil until chicken is cooked. Remove chicken and dice, setting aside. Reserve chicken "water."&lt;br /&gt;In a large soup pot melt butter and add onion and leek, cooking until soft.  Add thyme, cumin, salt and pepper, stirring for a few seconds.  Add flour to onion mixture and allow to cook for a couple of minutes, making sure flour is all stirred in.  Pour in cream, the can of broth, and chicken "water."  Stir thoroughly and allow to thicken slightly.  Add cubed potatoes and let cook until softened.  Stir in can of corn, squash and chicken.  Let simmer for a few minutes and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM!  I can't seem to get enough of this soup on this cold day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-4032147881671765420?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/4032147881671765420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=4032147881671765420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4032147881671765420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4032147881671765420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/perfect-soup-weather.html' title='Perfect Soup Weather'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRpSgFJp8CI/AAAAAAAAARA/Arb92i5sJXM/s72-c/november+08+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-6074328114124343948</id><published>2008-11-10T21:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:37:19.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Meaning</title><content type='html'>Buy one less gift this Christmas...I am planning on sticking to my four gifts plan:  something they want, something they need, something to wear, and something to read. After watching this I am considering reducing to three gifts for each child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVqqj1v-ZBU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVqqj1v-ZBU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-6074328114124343948?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/6074328114124343948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=6074328114124343948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6074328114124343948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6074328114124343948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-meaning.html' title='The True Meaning'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-7802267873538297619</id><published>2008-11-08T22:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:26:31.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Manna for the Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRZmDI95lUI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OaVIEZ3FeXg/s1600-h/Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRZmDI95lUI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OaVIEZ3FeXg/s320/Tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266509018389124418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dear friend encouraged me so much a couple of weeks ago with this and I hope that it encourages you too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is on my heart to tell you that He is our Moment By Moment Manna.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the O.T. it says that His mercies were new every morning but that wasn't enough for wandering sheep so under the new covenant His mercies are new every moment. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He is our moment by moment peace, moment by moment wisdom, moment by moment strength. He is enough in this moment. In this moment he will give us joy. Every moment it is fresh. It is not something that we can collect and store up for the next moment. He won't give us a lump sum in the morning to last for the day. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He is our every breath. And every moment we breathe him in. And exactly right now we have everything we need for life and Godliness so that we can participate in the divine nature and escape corruption. Not for five minutes from now but for exactly now. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And there are times when we are so acutely aware of our desperate reliance on Him for our every thought our every word and our every movement. And our tendency is to despise this weakness but this is what it means for Him to be made perfect in our weakness. It is a blessed time when we know that without Him we can do nothing. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is these times that we are so aware that He is our all in all. It is in these collections of moments that we know that it is He who will carry out to completion the work that He started in us. That it is He who is the author and perfecter of our our faith.  That it is He who is making holy those He has made perfect forever. It is He who has delivered us thus far and it is He who will deliver us completely. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What is the work that we must do? Believe in the one He sent. We must not despise his timing when we are aware that we are still in process. In this moment because of Jesus, we are perfect in our fathers eyes, holy and dearly loved. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In this moment He will lift our heads. In the next He will give us hope. In the next He will give us contentment. In the next He will give us Joy, In the next He will give us strength. And though today I may fall a thousand times, yet ten thousand times will He lift me up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We can no more deliver ourselves than we can save ourselves. And we are delivered the same way we are saved- by believing that He will do what He says He will do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He is so good, so loving, so faithful. It is who He is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-7802267873538297619?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/7802267873538297619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=7802267873538297619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7802267873538297619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7802267873538297619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/manna-for-moment.html' title='Manna for the Moment'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRZmDI95lUI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OaVIEZ3FeXg/s72-c/Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-2186821066306412108</id><published>2008-11-08T22:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:20:19.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRZkcmyhzsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/12S0vyOAna4/s1600-h/DPP_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRZkcmyhzsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/12S0vyOAna4/s320/DPP_0036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266507256867966658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRZkc1hEm6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/r9EWRhuQVUA/s1600-h/DPP_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRZkc1hEm6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/r9EWRhuQVUA/s320/DPP_0048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266507260821281698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a total goofball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRZkdCjVbwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ni-UPwBKVh4/s1600-h/DPP_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRZkdCjVbwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ni-UPwBKVh4/s320/DPP_0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266507264320433922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-2186821066306412108?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/2186821066306412108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=2186821066306412108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2186821066306412108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2186821066306412108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRZkcmyhzsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/12S0vyOAna4/s72-c/DPP_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-6292872136531623773</id><published>2008-11-08T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:10:31.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Perspective</title><content type='html'>John Piper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CFvlfc2VkN0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CFvlfc2VkN0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-6292872136531623773?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/6292872136531623773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=6292872136531623773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6292872136531623773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6292872136531623773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-perspective.html' title='Another Perspective'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-5751963485199511775</id><published>2008-11-06T21:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:21:40.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bird in the Hand</title><content type='html'>This poor little bird somehow ended up in our laundry room via our garage and after we tried to flush him out, eventually ended up in our kitchen flying into our windows. He flew into the pantry and when he had exhausted himself, Bookworm picked him up and carried him outside.  He darted into the sky the minute Bookworm opened her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRO9JlHv67I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/O1L_pIyFYCo/s1600-h/October+into+Nov+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRO9JlHv67I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/O1L_pIyFYCo/s320/October+into+Nov+065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265760361607326642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRO9JbW5tVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Q2rOV2WwCOE/s1600-h/October+into+Nov+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRO9JbW5tVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Q2rOV2WwCOE/s320/October+into+Nov+064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265760358986528082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-5751963485199511775?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/5751963485199511775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=5751963485199511775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5751963485199511775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5751963485199511775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/bird-in-hand.html' title='A Bird in the Hand'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRO9JlHv67I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/O1L_pIyFYCo/s72-c/October+into+Nov+065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-3440411050628622724</id><published>2008-11-06T21:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:21:38.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Hours with Grandad</title><content type='html'>Sonic ice cream treats with Grandad after a drive to the lake to see the turning leaves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRO6_QmkX-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/d3WU0TpS_sI/s1600-h/October+into+Nov+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRO6_QmkX-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/d3WU0TpS_sI/s320/October+into+Nov+120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265757985277501410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a smile from J - all we had to do was ask and he produced one on demand, but only for the camera. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRO6_AAIT2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Lcxm4Xf8gW4/s1600-h/October+into+Nov+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRO6_AAIT2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Lcxm4Xf8gW4/s320/October+into+Nov+118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265757980821311330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-3440411050628622724?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/3440411050628622724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=3440411050628622724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3440411050628622724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3440411050628622724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-hours-with-grandad.html' title='A Few Hours with Grandad'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SRO6_QmkX-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/d3WU0TpS_sI/s72-c/October+into+Nov+120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-5524321679540353987</id><published>2008-11-05T08:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:49:29.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She Says It Better Than I Could...</title><content type='html'>As we welcome President Obama by &lt;a href="http://www.mommylife.net"&gt;Barbara Curtis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, we have a new president. While he is not the president many of us wanted, he is the president God has given us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an optimist, which means I see the silver lining in every cloud. Yes, I know that's trite, but the reason cliches have a habit of sticking around is because they tend to hold true. For practical reasons - like having to run a house and raise a family - I cannot afford to wallow in discouragement and despair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's God's grace - which is the only thing I can credit for the fact that within minutes of having the election called for the candidate I worked tirelessly to defeat, I caught a glimpse of silver lining. And like any sensible person would, I grabbed it and followed it up to the clouds - to see things from a higher perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw that in this situation - though it was not what I would have chosen - there is much to be grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us be grateful that the election of our first African-American president has made so many of our countrymen happy. Let us not begrudge their celebration, and even if we don't feel like putting on our dancing shoes, let us see it through their eyes and feel the fullness of their hearts. Let us respond as the Bible has taught us - rejoicing with those who rejoice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us pray that under President Obama's leadership we will finally see the end to the bitterness and hardness of hearts - on both sides - that has stood in the way of reconciliation and final healing for the sin of slavery. Conservatives voted for Sen McCain for political reasons, not because of racism. But we can all share in the pride at how far our country has come. May the reality of an African American family in the highest place of honor bring assurance to every person on Earth that in this regard the American spirit, with the grace of God, has triumphed over evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we receive what many felt would be a catastrophe instead as an opportunity God has given us to let His light shine through the work He will do in our hearts - if we let Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read the rest of this article...go &lt;a href="http://mommylife.net/archives/2008/11/as_we_welcome_p.html#comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-5524321679540353987?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/5524321679540353987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=5524321679540353987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5524321679540353987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5524321679540353987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-says-it-better-than-i-could.html' title='She Says It Better Than I Could...'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-2222985813051140293</id><published>2008-11-04T16:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:31:05.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LfeXxkbgCVE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LfeXxkbgCVE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-2222985813051140293?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/2222985813051140293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=2222985813051140293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2222985813051140293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2222985813051140293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-6119422240681417456</id><published>2008-10-15T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:08:50.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sugar Maple written by Bookworm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SPavFprDtdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Hsp8CkQkF94/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SPavFprDtdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Hsp8CkQkF94/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257582126622291410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;Every autumn, the sugar maple in our front yard changes from a majestic emerald green to a breathtaking ruby red.  In late October to early November, the leaves cascade down to ground as the tree whispers in the wind.  The tree is admired by all who pass by and many people stop and pick up a leaf or two to take home. As the leaves drift to the ground, I treasure each one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-6119422240681417456?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/6119422240681417456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=6119422240681417456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6119422240681417456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6119422240681417456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-sugar-maple-written-by-bookworm.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Our Sugar Maple &lt;/em&gt;written by Bookworm'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SPavFprDtdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Hsp8CkQkF94/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-4936282438273778461</id><published>2008-10-14T23:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:51:52.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall in Branson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SPV0pqx1_NI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PT753jPXCWs/s1600-h/Branson+Oct.+08+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SPV0pqx1_NI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PT753jPXCWs/s320/Branson+Oct.+08+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257236399231728850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SPV0p-7xJ7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/u7-PvJWEfv0/s1600-h/Branson+Oct.+08+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SPV0p-7xJ7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/u7-PvJWEfv0/s320/Branson+Oct.+08+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257236404642064306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J put in the stockade by Daddy.  Not sure what he did to deserve it, but he doesn't seem to mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SPV0qj7niFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Uka6Xi5MpGo/s1600-h/Branson+Oct.+08+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SPV0qj7niFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Uka6Xi5MpGo/s320/Branson+Oct.+08+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257236414573545554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and J on the choo-choo train-what a thrill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SPV0q2zw4sI/AAAAAAAAAPg/b5s28pTJyrc/s1600-h/Branson+Oct.+08+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SPV0q2zw4sI/AAAAAAAAAPg/b5s28pTJyrc/s320/Branson+Oct.+08+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257236419640877762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls look thrilled too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SPV0rJ2oiSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RLvlhcRredk/s1600-h/Branson+Oct.+08+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SPV0rJ2oiSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RLvlhcRredk/s320/Branson+Oct.+08+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257236424753187106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed three days in Branson (despite me being sick) and had the most beautiful weather.  The leaves were just beginning to turn, so we didn't see the turning in all its glory, but it was still beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-4936282438273778461?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/4936282438273778461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=4936282438273778461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4936282438273778461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4936282438273778461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-in-branson.html' title='Fall in Branson'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SPV0pqx1_NI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PT753jPXCWs/s72-c/Branson+Oct.+08+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-1127665046878298388</id><published>2008-10-14T23:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:30:03.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ as a Noun</title><content type='html'>Particularly for our loved ones who don't live in the South...thought you might appreciate this... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ubTQfr_tyY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ubTQfr_tyY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-1127665046878298388?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/1127665046878298388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=1127665046878298388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/1127665046878298388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/1127665046878298388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/10/bbq-as-noun.html' title='BBQ as a Noun'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-924709027222873157</id><published>2008-10-09T23:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:27:18.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blessed Birthday</title><content type='html'>What God gave me for my birthday this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A surprise party at the local coffee shop... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7iexhe9wI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4XmRl2-2eb4/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7iexhe9wI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4XmRl2-2eb4/s320/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255386833505679106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. With dear, dear friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7ifF6CP5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/gwcFrphV-V0/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7ifF6CP5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/gwcFrphV-V0/s320/042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255386838977363858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. An Italian Cream Cake made by my twelve-year-old who relished putting that many candles in the cake...I'll make you count :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7ifcQuwJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FSGtmSUH-90/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7ifcQuwJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FSGtmSUH-90/s320/044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255386844978135186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dollar Tree treasures from my daughters too numerous to name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A new bicycle from my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Flowers from a dear friend - red, my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Blessings through words of love from many dear friends and family members&lt;br /&gt;8. A group of women praying for my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A new &lt;a href="http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/09/learning- rs.html"&gt;word&lt;/a&gt; for the journey, RISK (more on this later) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reflected on my walk this morning, I thought about how it was just all too much.  I mean, why should I have all this love and attention? Why should I feel treasured and honored?  I asked God that I would be able to receive the love into my heart and not allow it to just "bounce off." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Him whisper, "See, this is how &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; love you.  This is &lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;." And being the slow processor that I am, I am slowly steeping myself in that thought and will be for days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-924709027222873157?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/924709027222873157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=924709027222873157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/924709027222873157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/924709027222873157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/10/blessed-birthday.html' title='A Blessed Birthday'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7iexhe9wI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4XmRl2-2eb4/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-6363301220084396090</id><published>2008-10-09T23:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:03:04.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Joy with J</title><content type='html'>Here is J all jammied and jamming on his self appointed "guitar." He will make anything into a guitar-he is completely enamored with that particular musical instrument. And though he has a word bank of less than five words, he manages to belt out his favorite, &lt;EM&gt;Shout to the Lord &lt;/EM&gt;when we are singing it. My friend Cindy told me today that she and her husband managed to pick out that song on the guitar and learn it so they can sing it with J next time. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7WTi55d-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ei4GIVUflg4/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255373446463453154 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7WTi55d-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ei4GIVUflg4/s320/017.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, finally with the real thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7hSL9aXWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/355rGCWaOf8/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7hSL9aXWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/355rGCWaOf8/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255385517752212834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more silly pictures of the little man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying cheese for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7eY13iYaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7thUv3NWLJE/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7eY13iYaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7thUv3NWLJE/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255382333546193314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weed eating in just a diaper. Its a tough job, but someone has to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7eZPWmzsI/AAAAAAAAAOI/CTbBPouSTyU/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7eZPWmzsI/AAAAAAAAAOI/CTbBPouSTyU/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255382340387393218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-6363301220084396090?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/6363301220084396090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=6363301220084396090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6363301220084396090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6363301220084396090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-and-joy-with-j.html' title='Life and Joy with J'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7WTi55d-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ei4GIVUflg4/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-7290870676741362352</id><published>2008-10-07T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:32:32.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Return to Christ</title><content type='html'>Back in the day when I would read anything without regard to what I was putting in my head, I read a couple of Anne Rice's vampire books. Anne was interviewed about her return to faith in Jesus Christ on Dr. Dobson's show today and will be on again tomorrow.  Interestingly, she said that she lost her faith at age 18 on a college campus.  Something to think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is one she made to speak directly to her vampire book fans about her return to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJfN05lY1TY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJfN05lY1TY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-7290870676741362352?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/7290870676741362352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=7290870676741362352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7290870676741362352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7290870676741362352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/10/return-to-christ.html' title='A Return to Christ'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-8039561091924760900</id><published>2008-10-05T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:08:06.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord Is Near</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.&lt;/em&gt; Philippians 3:12-14; 4:4-9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-8039561091924760900?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/8039561091924760900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=8039561091924760900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8039561091924760900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8039561091924760900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/10/lord-is-near.html' title='The Lord Is Near'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-3784388159165392799</id><published>2008-10-04T23:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:52:03.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPF1FhCMPuQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPF1FhCMPuQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Part 2 &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8B1nKGIAeg&amp;feature=related"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-3784388159165392799?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/3784388159165392799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=3784388159165392799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3784388159165392799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3784388159165392799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/10/living-proof_04.html' title='Living Proof'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-4259258040395002273</id><published>2008-10-04T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:11:37.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Carrot Cake Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7V5oDugrI/AAAAAAAAANw/yfrp6Dauz_Y/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7V5oDugrI/AAAAAAAAANw/yfrp6Dauz_Y/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255373001170256562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA Picture of Bookworm's cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here enjoying a last piece of Bookworm's birthday cake with a glass of milk and I thought I'd share the recipe with you.  My mom first made this cake to celebrate Bookworm's RE-birthday a few years ago, and it was a hit with everyone.  The birthday girl requested any cake with cream cheese frosting (a girl after my own heart) so I chose this one as I have not made it before.  The unique aspect of this carrot cake recipe is the Buttermilk glaze that is poured over the hot cake, giving the cake an incredibly moist, almost candy-like texture.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Carrot Sheet Cake&lt;br /&gt;From Southern Living March 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons baking soda&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;3 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;2 cups grated carrots (about 3 large carrots)&lt;br /&gt;1 (8-ounce) can crushed pineapple, drained&lt;br /&gt;1 (3 1/2-ounce) can sweetened flaked coconut&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped pecans or walnuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir together first 4 ingredients. Beat eggs and next 4 ingredients at medium speed with an electric mixer until smooth. Add flour mixture, beating at low speed until blended. Fold in carrots and next 3 ingredients. Pour batter into a greased and floured 13- x 9-inch pan. [I baked the cake in 3 9 inch layer round pans.] Bake at 350° for 30 minutes; cover pan loosely with aluminum foil to prevent excessive browning, and bake 13 more minutes or until a wooden pick inserted into center comes out clean. Drizzle Buttermilk Glaze evenly over cake; cool completely in pan. Spread Cream Cheese Frosting evenly over cake.&lt;br /&gt;Yield: Makes 10 to 12 servings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttermilk Glaze&lt;br /&gt;From Southern Living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon light corn syrup&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring sugar, baking soda, butter, buttermilk, and corn syrup to a boil in a Dutch oven over medium-high heat. Boil, stirring often, 4 minutes or until mixture is golden brown. Remove from heat, and stir in vanilla extract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream Cheese Frosting&lt;br /&gt;From Southern Living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 (8-ounce) package cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 (3-ounce) package cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 (16-ounce) package powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat butter and cream cheese at medium speed with an electric mixer until creamy. Add powdered sugar and vanilla extract; beat at high speed 10 seconds or until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Yield: Makes 4 cups&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-4259258040395002273?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/4259258040395002273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=4259258040395002273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4259258040395002273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4259258040395002273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-carrot-cake-ever.html' title='Best Carrot Cake Ever'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SO7V5oDugrI/AAAAAAAAANw/yfrp6Dauz_Y/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-2277364175151893910</id><published>2008-10-01T23:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:48:08.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SOWeHzJcbkI/AAAAAAAAANE/gLPJamB54V4/s1600-h/shelby%27s+12th+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252778397223644738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SOWeHzJcbkI/AAAAAAAAANE/gLPJamB54V4/s320/shelby%27s+12th+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Bookworm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can hardly believe that 12 years ago this evening you finally came onto the scene...12 days overdue. We named you Sheltered and Pure. And this, by God's grace you have been. I remember crying in the first week after your birth, astounded by the fierce love I felt, amazed that my mother had felt the same for me and that mothers for centuries had felt this same thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the start you were half grown. You were such a strong baby and never felt fragile to me. Your strength gave me the confidence I needed as a new mom. Daddy commented on how relaxed I seemed in caring for you. I am sure that part of this confidence came from the confidence you carried from birth, confidence that God made and grew within you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were so awake and aware and so &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;. And so you have remained until now. You embrace life with gusto. You love without conditions and with abandon. You reach out without pride. You are enthusiasm personified. You are fearless. You are a hot air balloon, constantly straining to go, fly, and we anchor you until your time comes, allowing you to float a little off the ground. Oh, how to hold you down while releasing you a little at a time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the time you could talk and walk you were a determined seeker, demanding to know and do everything. And in this you will continue to walk. You will seek our God with undying passion. You will throw yourself into serving with determination. You will refuse to become discouraged or tired. You will mount up on wings as an eagle. You will run and not grow weary. Your youth will be continually renewed as you listen, grow, learn, stand, try, succeed, obey, strain, and persevere. May this 13th year bring your heart and mind into complete submission to our Father, seeking only to serve and love as Jesus did when he gave up everything to do his Father's will. We love you so much and are loving the impression of Jesus on you. We thank Him for guiding you and making you a warrior for Him. You will do mighty things in Jesus' name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endure hardship as discipline; God is treating you as sons. For what son is not disciplined by his father? If you are not disciplined (and everyone undergoes discipline), then you are illegitimate children and not true sons. Moreover, we have all had human fathers who disciplined us and we respected them for it. How much more should we submit to the Father of our spirits and live! Our fathers disciplined us for a little while as they thought best; but God disciplines us for our good, that we may share in his holiness. No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it. &lt;/em&gt;Hebrews 12:7-11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday dear daughter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SOWeH5-DNBI/AAAAAAAAANM/NBBnHXJx0-4/s1600-h/shelby%27s+12th+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252778399054902290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SOWeH5-DNBI/AAAAAAAAANM/NBBnHXJx0-4/s320/shelby%27s+12th+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-2277364175151893910?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/2277364175151893910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=2277364175151893910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2277364175151893910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2277364175151893910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/10/12-years.html' title='12 Years'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SOWeHzJcbkI/AAAAAAAAANE/gLPJamB54V4/s72-c/shelby%27s+12th+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-9154417563011025400</id><published>2008-09-28T16:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:17:16.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glory of the Lord?</title><content type='html'>Two people commented on how I looked at church today...they said I looked "different," "wonderful," "glowing," that they "almost didn't recognize me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I ask you, what does this mean when I have not changed in my outward appearance in any way, shape or form? I may have gained a couple of pounds, but I hardly think that would change me so amazingly and certainly not in a positive way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the amazing chili I ate last night at Lisa's?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the glow of new motherhood, the peace of knowing J is ours? &lt;br /&gt;Is it the people I have been around lately? (Highly possible since these people are "different" and "glow" in their Jesus love.) &lt;br /&gt;Is it the expectancy I feel of what the Lord will do next in my heart or in our relationship?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot lately about how the physical world or our physical bodies are such a picture of the spiritual realm.  That the physical pain we bear and the physical joy we experience reflects our spiritual well-being or our spiritual, for lack of a better word, constipation. (Forgive me E, but it is so &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt;!) I think of Moses who was in the very presence of God Almighty and to those around him, he appeared to physically glow. Make no mistake, to my knowledge there is no physical change in me, except that which might come from inside me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the Father is saying, &lt;em&gt;"See, I AM changing you and molding you, even if you don't see it yourself, even if you constantly second guess yourself, even if you listen to lies whispered telling you that you'll never change.  I am changing you so much that people who don't even know you see ME in you and have to say something.  I WILL have my way in you."  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-9154417563011025400?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/9154417563011025400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=9154417563011025400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/9154417563011025400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/9154417563011025400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/09/glory-of-lord.html' title='The Glory of the Lord?'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-8219152182608001520</id><published>2008-09-24T21:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:58:30.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning Animal Antics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SNr24Y72N9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/wkajnYkMhmw/s1600-h/ergo+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249779764280309714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SNr24Y72N9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/wkajnYkMhmw/s320/ergo+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early the other morning, Bookworm heard the neighbor's dogs yelping and ran out to find this squirrel running with a limp toward the woodpile, trying to escape becoming our dog Oscar's breakfast.  She managed to get it away from Oscar and it seemed happy to be in her hand out of the dogs' reach.  I was grossed out and asked her to  put it outside the fence so it could make a clean getaway, and then required her to throw her jammies in the washer and take a shower... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-8219152182608001520?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/8219152182608001520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=8219152182608001520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8219152182608001520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8219152182608001520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/09/early-morning-animal-antics.html' title='Early Morning Animal Antics'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SNr24Y72N9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/wkajnYkMhmw/s72-c/ergo+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-4467394946621038669</id><published>2008-09-24T20:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:04:18.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foster Carrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SNrwV6ZtPkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KO-FZuwhIXo/s1600-h/ergo+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249772574898732610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SNrwV6ZtPkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KO-FZuwhIXo/s320/ergo+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to receive our new chocolate Ergo carrier in the mail-each girl had to try it out with Jack in it, and by the third girl he wasn't too thrilled. :)  He still loves to be carried, so this will be a blessing when we have to be on our feet a lot or walk long distances.  The other day he was having a grumpy day, and was just happy to ride on my back while I made lunch.  Hopefully many more little ones will benefit from riding in ergonomic comfort!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-4467394946621038669?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/4467394946621038669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=4467394946621038669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4467394946621038669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4467394946621038669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/09/foster-carrier.html' title='Foster Carrier'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SNrwV6ZtPkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KO-FZuwhIXo/s72-c/ergo+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-3109821315656474093</id><published>2008-09-24T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:14:34.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pumpkin?</title><content type='html'>Now that the plant pictured below is growing to gargantuan preportions, we are wondering if it might be a pumpkin.  It has many huge blossoms that are the most beautiful pumpkin color.  I suppose time will tell... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-3109821315656474093?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/3109821315656474093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=3109821315656474093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3109821315656474093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3109821315656474093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/09/pumpkin.html' title='A Pumpkin?'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-2983269336448417894</id><published>2008-09-15T21:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:51:29.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Squash Volunteer</title><content type='html'>This volunteer squash plant appeared right off our deck and it is growing beautifully with all the rain we have been enjoying.  The blooms are beautiful and we keep checking for some squash-what a nice surprise after our garden (across town at our friend's house) has been done for more than a month!  We must have thrown some squash leftovers to Oscar or something-who would have thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8dfwzMfzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/I55mKtt0BVo/s1600-h/Dedication+and+shower+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246444522422697778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8dfwzMfzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/I55mKtt0BVo/s320/Dedication+and+shower+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1291031923262883819-2983269336448417894?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/2983269336448417894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=2983269336448417894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2983269336448417894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2983269336448417894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/09/squash-volunteer.html' title='Squash Volunteer'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8dfwzMfzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/I55mKtt0BVo/s72-c/Dedication+and+shower+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-1934322197038368216</id><published>2008-09-15T21:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:52:31.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Needs Those Big Rentable Blow-up Slides...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When you can just make your own at home? (This is sideways for part of the video)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mute music at right before playing video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a1228bd1531a72a2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da1228bd1531a72a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331680514%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E468EF4335C2DBF217049FFB0A5730D7EE44F6D.79D03966D810F96DAAB0724994E6EFE2942F1C43%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da1228bd1531a72a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR--wRw7O99U-wviFNRJYbBv8ugU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da1228bd1531a72a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331680514%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E468EF4335C2DBF217049FFB0A5730D7EE44F6D.79D03966D810F96DAAB0724994E6EFE2942F1C43%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da1228bd1531a72a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR--wRw7O99U-wviFNRJYbBv8ugU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-1934322197038368216?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a1228bd1531a72a2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/1934322197038368216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=1934322197038368216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/1934322197038368216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/1934322197038368216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-needs-those-big-rentable-blow-up.html' title='Who Needs Those Big Rentable Blow-up Slides...'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-1760422636845522734</id><published>2008-09-15T20:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:26:11.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated and Showered</title><content type='html'>Our dedication of J to the Lord with one of our elders, Michael leading prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8T_S2jEEI/AAAAAAAAALc/xBHj5cuXkqM/s1600-h/Dedication+and+shower+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246434069023232066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8T_S2jEEI/AAAAAAAAALc/xBHj5cuXkqM/s320/Dedication+and+shower+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tea (even my favorite - Tetley British Blend Decaf) and Geo's soft gingerbread cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8T_sBA30I/AAAAAAAAALk/vXjgWWMgN9U/s1600-h/Dedication+and+shower+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246434075778015042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8T_sBA30I/AAAAAAAAALk/vXjgWWMgN9U/s320/Dedication+and+shower+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cousins came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8T_wqrLII/AAAAAAAAALs/atS5bfnr8vg/s1600-h/Dedication+and+shower+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246434077026495618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8T_wqrLII/AAAAAAAAALs/atS5bfnr8vg/s320/Dedication+and+shower+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Animal crackers and paper gingerbread cut-outs for blessings and well-wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8UAPXom3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/rs5nU5nUsRU/s1600-h/Dedication+and+shower+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246434085268134770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8UAPXom3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/rs5nU5nUsRU/s320/Dedication+and+shower+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends visiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8UAR1XClI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zOexSv0XyJw/s1600-h/Dedication+and+shower+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246434085929683538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8UAR1XClI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zOexSv0XyJw/s320/Dedication+and+shower+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH thanking all for loving us so greatly and for making a big deal of J's arrival-it was a very touching moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8Wj18iSqI/AAAAAAAAAME/8CL9Cjtul90/s1600-h/Dedication+and+shower+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246436895942134434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8Wj18iSqI/AAAAAAAAAME/8CL9Cjtul90/s320/Dedication+and+shower+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mal and J with J's new Thomas trains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8WkVxqeOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_hpI4M8HGk0/s1600-h/Dedication+and+shower+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246436904486467810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8WkVxqeOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_hpI4M8HGk0/s320/Dedication+and+shower+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me seeing green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8Wktl0LaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CAL7lqrIuT4/s1600-h/Dedication+and+shower+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246436910879223202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8Wktl0LaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CAL7lqrIuT4/s320/Dedication+and+shower+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were so incredibly blessed by the love shown to us yesterday...so many people came and so many people gave-we are still taking it all in.  God sure does know how to pour out his love and approval when his will is accomplished!  Thank you Lord and thank you dear, dear friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-1760422636845522734?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/1760422636845522734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=1760422636845522734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/1760422636845522734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/1760422636845522734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/09/dedicated-and-showered.html' title='Dedicated and Showered'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SM8T_S2jEEI/AAAAAAAAALc/xBHj5cuXkqM/s72-c/Dedication+and+shower+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-2247867569880504857</id><published>2008-09-13T23:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:01:33.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning The R's</title><content type='html'>The Lord has spoken these words over me in the past couple of months: Rest, Relax, Receive, and now most recently, Respond.  Each word is heavy with meaning for me as I listen to God and learn these new things.  The Lord is teaching me each one of these things in His own patient and quiet way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rest&lt;/em&gt;...stop striving, don't calculate, be here and now, trust Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relax&lt;/em&gt;...do not fear, enjoy, close your eyes, breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Receive&lt;/em&gt;...open arms, reach to Me, look up, take the gift with thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respond&lt;/em&gt;...rise, run to Me, open your heart completely, be intimate with Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I teach my children and pray into His building of their godly character, I speak of allowing God to have our hearts so that He can impress His Son's image more fully upon us.  I am being taught as much as they, and I understand more and more the heart of coming into a deeper relationship with the Lord...He is not finished with me yet! Praise the Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-2247867569880504857?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/2247867569880504857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=2247867569880504857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2247867569880504857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2247867569880504857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/09/learning-rs.html' title='Learning The R&apos;s'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-2846713185316693784</id><published>2008-09-07T19:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:00:43.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Str-etch-ing...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the silence around here.  We started our first week of school last Tuesday and made it through the week!  I am now prepping for this week and seeing what needs to be changed to make life flow more successfully.  To be honest, I do not like school start-up and it seems to be harder for me than it is for the children.  I am attempting to build and stick to a MOTH &lt;a href="http://www.titus2.com/"&gt;(Managers of Their Homes)&lt;/a&gt; schedule which is a stretch for me just coming off of a free-spirited summer. :)  I am hoping to attend the Titus 2 Ministry conference next week for some encouragement in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason this year will stretch me is that it is my first year to not follow a set out-of-the-box curriculum, but to teach the things that I feel God is calling me to pour into the hearts of my children.  This includes Biblical Character and a program called &lt;em&gt;Spell to Write and Read&lt;/em&gt; that is completely new to me.  I am discovering that this will require a lot of prayer and guidance from the Holy Spirit because in my flesh, I know I will fail-or at least feel like a failure.  But God is wanting to grow me in discipline and consistency, and I trust Him to guide me in this too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-2846713185316693784?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/2846713185316693784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=2846713185316693784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2846713185316693784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2846713185316693784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/09/str-etch-ing.html' title='Str-etch-ing...'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-7260416960794999757</id><published>2008-08-26T22:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:56:17.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Moment</title><content type='html'>Too tired to write much now...but we had a blessed day and the adoption went off without a hitch. Left the house at 7am and returned at 9:45pm. We are all exhausted. Ended with a wonderful time of praise and prayer and blessing at The Exchange - our Tuesday night worship. Came back to the house to a wonderful welcome home sign on the front door and one on the garage. Anonymous, but I have my theories... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SLTLP4JZj_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/6lskuJdTGJc/s1600-h/Adoption+Day+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239035740169015282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SLTLP4JZj_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/6lskuJdTGJc/s320/Adoption+Day+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the courthouse that reminded me of Africa, it was so run-down inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SLTLQYp4C0I/AAAAAAAAALE/IYQW7Cfq6fs/s1600-h/Adoption+Day+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239035748895165250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SLTLQYp4C0I/AAAAAAAAALE/IYQW7Cfq6fs/s320/Adoption+Day+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SLTLQtcxmxI/AAAAAAAAALM/23AJfZWzpzw/s1600-h/Adoption+Day+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239035754477361938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SLTLQtcxmxI/AAAAAAAAALM/23AJfZWzpzw/s320/Adoption+Day+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed by friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SLTLQknjEXI/AAAAAAAAALU/SXpOAm65MgI/s1600-h/Adoption+Day+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239035752106627442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SLTLQknjEXI/AAAAAAAAALU/SXpOAm65MgI/s320/Adoption+Day+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Father God for the unexpected gifts you bring in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing to God, sing praise to his name,&lt;br /&gt;extol him who rides on the clouds —&lt;br /&gt;his name is the LORD— and rejoice before him.&lt;br /&gt;A father to the fatherless,&lt;br /&gt;a defender of widows,&lt;br /&gt;is God in his holy dwelling.&lt;br /&gt;God sets the lonely in families,&lt;br /&gt;he leads forth the prisoners with singing;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-7260416960794999757?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/7260416960794999757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=7260416960794999757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7260416960794999757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7260416960794999757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-moment.html' title='The Big Moment'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SLTLP4JZj_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/6lskuJdTGJc/s72-c/Adoption+Day+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-3444202108523478112</id><published>2008-08-25T20:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:57:32.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is A-Day</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow is the big day.  We leave at 7am to drive two hours to the big city and have our five minutes before the judge. :)  We are so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we received a phone call from J's birth county adoption specialist saying that she had some documents we needed to sign and have notarized! Yikes--24 hours before court.  I pictured myself driving two hours each way to get these documents...but she said she could email them and we could look over them for mistakes, sign and have them notarized, and just bring them to court in the morning. WHEW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The documents she sent included the adoption decree, and I wasn't prepared for the rush of emotions that came over me reading those words of finality.  Wow.  Tonight at dinner we recognized the fact that tomorrow at dinner, J will officially be a R__s.  We are so happy and blessed.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-3444202108523478112?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/3444202108523478112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=3444202108523478112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3444202108523478112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3444202108523478112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/08/tomorrow-is-day.html' title='Tomorrow is A-Day'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-3447894222784062286</id><published>2008-08-18T23:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:32:03.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Ba-ack...</title><content type='html'>Phil Vischer, creator of beloved Bob and Larry is back with new ideas.  Check out his newest creative idea at &lt;a href="http://www.jellytelly.com/"&gt;JellyTelly&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-3447894222784062286?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/3447894222784062286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=3447894222784062286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3447894222784062286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3447894222784062286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/08/hes-ba-ack.html' title='He&apos;s Ba-ack...'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-5081650718012537384</id><published>2008-08-17T21:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:09:47.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Littlest One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SKjzRiH35fI/AAAAAAAAAKs/q2N3zOr2yac/s1600-h/IMG_4503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235702049361356274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SKjzRiH35fI/AAAAAAAAAKs/q2N3zOr2yac/s320/IMG_4503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today you are two years old. You are growing and trying hard to communicate. You say, "Mom...mom...mom!" with insistence. And somehow you get across what it is that you want. I can tell by the toothy grin that spreads across your face. You are sleeping in your big boy toddler bed now and telling me when you need a diaper change. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the night I first saw you. Mama B and Papa T had just taken you in their home that day-that was 18 months and 10 days ago. It was a Wednesday night at church and Mama B was holding you and I remember thinking what old eyes you had for a five month old. I also thought how beautiful and precious you were. It didn't cross my mind that you might come to me three months later and then a week from now become my forever son. It didn't cross my mind that I would be the mother of a son at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you came. God brought you and you came. Into our home, and slowly, slowly, deeply into our hearts. Nothing has ever been so easy as accepting the gift of you. You are a delight and a joy to each heart in our family and my heart overflows when I see what God has done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me.  For you.  For us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O happy happy birthday dear littlest one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SKjzRp2TSSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JaXoY-rLKLI/s1600-h/mommyandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235702051435137314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SKjzRp2TSSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JaXoY-rLKLI/s320/mommyandme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-5081650718012537384?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/5081650718012537384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=5081650718012537384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5081650718012537384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5081650718012537384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-littlest-one.html' title='Dear Littlest One'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SKjzRiH35fI/AAAAAAAAAKs/q2N3zOr2yac/s72-c/IMG_4503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-6632123466143900003</id><published>2008-08-14T09:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:38:05.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Commentary: Our tragedy and God's love for orphans</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;FRANKLIN, Tennessee (CNN) -- According to UNICEF, there are 143 million children in the world who have lost one or both parents.&lt;br /&gt;In America alone, there are half a million children in foster care, and approximately 120,000 of these children are waiting to be adopted. In many countries, children are too often orphaned or abandoned because of poverty, disabilities and disease; every 15 seconds, a child loses a parent because of AIDS. These are staggering facts that can seem overwhelming and discouraging, but I believe that God has a loving plan for each child, and that plan is you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Caring for these children is not the job of governments or institutions; instead, it is the job of families, people and communities. As Christians, our compassion is simply a response to the love that God has already shown us. Mother Teresa would constantly remind those who worked with her that the Bible clearly teaches that whatever we do for the least of these, we do for Jesus. So in a very real sense, caring for orphans is a chance to meet the person of Jesus in "the guise of human suffering." This is an invitation from the heart of God to know him and to experience his love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read the rest of this article by Steven Curtis Chapman, click &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/Music/08/07/chapman.orphans/index.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-6632123466143900003?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/6632123466143900003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=6632123466143900003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6632123466143900003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6632123466143900003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/08/commentary-our-tragedy-and-gods-love.html' title='Commentary: Our tragedy and God&apos;s love for orphans'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-4352000845970544267</id><published>2008-08-13T11:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:17:40.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHOOOOOO!!!  Praise the Lord!!</title><content type='html'>We are officially an "open home" for adoption in our state! Just in time for our adoption of our little guy to happen on the 26th!!! Thank you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the adoption specialist this morning to get our disclosure package on J (this has to happen before we can finalize) and she was literally walking out the door --for the rest of the month!! (GULP! Thank you Lord I didn't know this or I would have been stressing the last two days!!!) She told me that the background checks came in and as of last night we are an open home in the DHS computer and that everything is in order for J's file and his adoption. So now just to wait for the 26th and our audience before the judge for finalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord with us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-4352000845970544267?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/4352000845970544267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=4352000845970544267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4352000845970544267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4352000845970544267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/08/wahoooooo-praise-lord.html' title='WAHOOOOOO!!!  Praise the Lord!!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-2233414692192200166</id><published>2008-08-12T16:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:50:27.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Cuppa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SKIEGvGQtJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kcKBG6zN6pU/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233750230726390930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SKIEGvGQtJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kcKBG6zN6pU/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day to commemorate ~ the first morning cool enough to have a cup of hot tea. Yeh!!  I mentioned to DH the other day that I miss my daily ritual in the summer.  It's not so much the tea, but the ritual of partaking.  Then here in mid-August we have some mornings cool enough to imagine autumn - I am sure we will be back to sweating before we actually &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; autumn, but it is a nice preview. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-2233414692192200166?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/2233414692192200166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=2233414692192200166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2233414692192200166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2233414692192200166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-cuppa.html' title='First Cuppa'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SKIEGvGQtJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kcKBG6zN6pU/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-8714802255663405208</id><published>2008-08-12T16:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:54:39.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Big Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SKIDyBF0adI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pB50Q9hdySM/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233749874779122130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SKIDyBF0adI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pB50Q9hdySM/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to share this picture of J helping big sis, Bookworm make the pizza dough.  You can't tell from the photo, but he is holding out the wooden spoon that she allowed him to lick.  And yes, that is a pink apron you see on him-he does have his own man-apron, but preferred this one this time.&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/1291031923262883819-8714802255663405208?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/8714802255663405208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=8714802255663405208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8714802255663405208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8714802255663405208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-big-helper.html' title='Little Big Helper'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SKIDyBF0adI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pB50Q9hdySM/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-4647073687897306598</id><published>2008-08-12T09:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:07:43.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Up in Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Men are in a restless pursuit after satisfaction in earthly things.  They will exhaust themselves in the deceitful delights of sin, and, finding them all to be vanity and emptiness, they will become very perplexed and disappointed. But they will continue their fruitless search.  Though wearied, they still stagger forward under the influence of spiritual madness, and though there is no result to be reached except that of everlasting disappointment, yet they press forward.  They have no forethought for their eternal state; the present hour absorbs them.  They turn to another and another of earth's broken cisterns, hoping to find water where not a drop was ever discovered yet."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Charles Spurgeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done this, hoping for a quenching of my thirst in what I can see, not accepting that everything in earth, though a gift from God for which to be thankful, will never take the place of fulfillment in Jesus the Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give me this water, so I will not be thirsty and seek to draw from the well of everlasting disappointment. Father, grow in me a thirst for the Living Water, and let me, like the woman at the well, drop my earthly water pot and run to tell others about the Living Water, given to me by Jesus who satisfies unlike those broken cisterns that never produce a drop of lasting satisfaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-4647073687897306598?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/4647073687897306598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=4647073687897306598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4647073687897306598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4647073687897306598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-up-in-me.html' title='Well Up in Me'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-3498846286086682289</id><published>2008-08-07T21:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:13:51.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Possible Wrench</title><content type='html'>Hopefully the news we received today that one of our background checks is expired will not completely throw a wrench in the works of our adoption.  The social worker said that usually it takes about two weeks turn-around time for this, but that she would fax it instead of mailing it and hopefully we will get it back in time for our August 26th court date.  Also there were two other missing forms that we need to turn in, and that we will do tomorrow.  We know that this whole thing is in the Lord's hands and we are just along for the ride.  HE is in control.  Thank you, Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more cheerful note, my friend Leigh Anne came over tonight and took some pictures of J and got some really cute ones.  J is so funny about just sitting still and looking at the camera.  He is an especially laid back two year old little boy!  So be looking for new pictures and an announcement soon - Lord willing! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-3498846286086682289?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/3498846286086682289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=3498846286086682289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3498846286086682289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/3498846286086682289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/08/possible-wrench.html' title='A Possible Wrench'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-1903573300601950084</id><published>2008-08-05T14:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:50:10.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouraging Peace...from Nancy Campbell</title><content type='html'>SOWING SEEDS OF PEACE&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zechariah 8:12 (NLT), "I am planting seeds of peace and prosperity among you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God spoke these words to encourage the people when rebuilding the temple of Jerusalem. God loves to sow seeds of peace. If we walk in God's ways, we will also sow seeds of peace. This is God's character and His way. Because we are created in His image, it should also be our way. When we sow seeds of peace we will reap a harvest of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we sow seeds of peace in our home and family? The following are some seeds that I am sure will bring a harvest of peace.  If you can think of other seeds, you are welcome to share them with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for Peace&lt;br /&gt;I believe that this is the first thing we need to do. Every morning when we have devotions as a family, my husband prays for peace to fill our home. If we constantly pray for it, we are well on the way toward making it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God commanded us to pray for the peace of His city, Jerusalem . (Psalm 122:6) It is just as important to pray for the peace of our homes. If every family prayed for the peace of God to be in their home, we would have peace in our homes, in our cities and then in our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak Peace&lt;br /&gt;We should not only pray for it, but speak it. As we were raising our older children, my husband would constantly confess these words, "I am a man of peace" or "I am for peace." We needed that confession in the midst of our six very exuberant and outspoken children. Unfortunately, our children have it in their genes. My husband comes from a family of nine children, who, although most are totally radical for God and serving the Lord full-time, have very loud voices, are very opinionated and not afraid to speak their opinions. It is a fun riot to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from a smaller family, but just as loud. A friend of ours, who lived with us for a while as we were raising our family used to say, "What hope is there for your children with a "crowin' Campbell " for a father and a "blowin' Bowen for a mother!" Amazingly, in the midst of all our loudness, we mostly had an atmosphere of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you pray for your children each morning, minister the peace of God upon them. Walk into your kitchen with your "gospel of peace" shoes on your feet and release peace on each one of your children. Pray it over them. Confess it over them. Speak it into their lives. Be a peace-bearer rather than a tension-bearer.&lt;br /&gt;I love the Jewish greeting of Shalom, meaning peace. What a wonderful way to greet people. This is the way Jesus greeted people and encouraged others to do the same:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 10:5, "Whatever house you enter, first say, Peace to this house."&lt;br /&gt;Luke 24:36, "Jesus himself stood in the midst of the, and said to them, Peace to you." (John 20:19, 21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 85:8 says "God will speak peace to his people and to his saints; but let them not turn back to folly."&lt;br /&gt;Peace is a noun, but the Bible verbs it. It tells us to extend peace, pursue peace, love peace, make peace, establish peace, preach peace, proclaim peace, seek peace and speak peace. If you seek to do these things each day, you'll be constantly sowing seeds of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Obey the Word of God&lt;br /&gt;We sow peace into our home when we love the Word. Of course, if we love the Word of God, we will want to read it and impart its truth to our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 119:165 says, "Great peace have those who love your law, and nothing causes them to stumble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 48:18 says, "Oh, that you had heeded my commandments! Then your peace would have been like a river, and your righteousness like the waves of the sea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not always easy to obey the Word of God. God's ways are usually the opposite of the way we feel, but obedience always bring peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start sowing seeds of peace. The more you sow, the more you will reap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will discuss more peace seeds in the next couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from NANCY CAMPBELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I long for peace. I hate it when there is tension in my home. Please help me to daily sow seeds of peace in my home. I know it won't happen unless I make it happen and start doing something about it. Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFFIRMATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Peace Sower in my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace verbs: Isaiah 66:12; Hebrews 12:14; Zechariah 8:19; Isaiah 27:5; Isaiah 26:12; Acts 10:36; Isaiah 52:7; Nahum 1:15; Psalm 34:14; 1 Peter 3:11; Esther 10:3; Psalm 85:8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To read more by Nancy Campbell, go to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aboverubies.org/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.aboverubies.org&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-1903573300601950084?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/1903573300601950084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=1903573300601950084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/1903573300601950084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/1903573300601950084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/08/encouraging-peacefrom-nancy-campbell.html' title='Encouraging Peace...from Nancy Campbell'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-4336184529179186724</id><published>2008-08-05T14:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:51:29.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>We heard last week that our adoption disclosure has been handed to our county's adoption specialist! This is a huge deal-that J.'s county would complete this in a timely manner and hand it over to our specialist. We have yet to hear from our specialist who is supposed to set up a time to go over the disclosure with us before we can finalize on the 26th - just three weeks from today! Expectant and excited over here... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-4336184529179186724?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/4336184529179186724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=4336184529179186724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4336184529179186724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4336184529179186724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/08/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-7634503126969835228</id><published>2008-08-05T10:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:53:30.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unveiling</title><content type='html'>Now if the ministry that brought death, which was engraved in letters on stone, came with glory, so that the Israelites could not look steadily at the face of Moses because of its glory, fading though it was, will not the ministry of the Spirit be even more glorious? If the ministry that condemns men is glorious, how much more glorious is the ministry that brings righteousness! For what was glorious has no glory now in comparison with the surpassing glory. And if what was fading away came with glory, how much greater is the glory of that which lasts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Therefore, since we have such a hope, we are very bold.  We are not like Moses, who would put a veil over his face to keep the Israelites from gazing at it while the radiance was fading away.  But their minds were made dull, for to this day the same veil remains when the old covenant is read. It has not been removed, because only in Christ is it taken away.  Even to this day when Moses is read, a veil covers their hearts.  &lt;strong&gt;But whenever anyone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. &lt;/strong&gt; Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.   &lt;strong&gt;And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, Father, make not my mind dull, but continually unveil my face more fully...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-7634503126969835228?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/7634503126969835228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=7634503126969835228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7634503126969835228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7634503126969835228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/08/unveiling.html' title='Unveiling'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-8975631213934312530</id><published>2008-08-04T22:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:12:34.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaches and Apples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SJhvjrwSEBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nSyPCGkAY7w/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231053626022170642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SJhvjrwSEBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nSyPCGkAY7w/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week we went with friends to a peach orchard, arriving at about 7:15 a.m. to pick before the temperature became unbearable. We had a wonderful time picking, and actually it was the moms who just couldn't get enough and had to force themselves to quit picking. ;) Just as we were finishing, we discovered the tree right beside my van had little ripe peaches, so we proceeded to pick that one clean. Those little ones were the best ones. (There has to be a spiritual lesson in this...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up bringing home 80 lbs. (yes, 80!) of peaches. I had so much fun figuring out recipes for jellies and jams and then canning the proceeds. I ended up with peach jam (which was too sweet in my opinion), peach jelly, peach spread, peach pineapple spread, and peach peel/pit jelly. Not to mention a bunch of frozen peaches. Mmm, mmm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SJhvjW0LnUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/s4K2VkLOdK8/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231053620401380674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SJhvjW0LnUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/s4K2VkLOdK8/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we raided an overloaded apple tree in our church parking lot and picked enough to fill the back seat of our van and half of the front seat. I made one crockpot of cinnamon applesauce overnight last night and Bookworm made apple crisp tonight, but I still have two big boxes of apples in the kitchen calling my name. Back to the cutting board!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SJhvj_wKkEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/CYUckFY3v2A/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231053631390388290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SJhvj_wKkEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/CYUckFY3v2A/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-8975631213934312530?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/8975631213934312530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=8975631213934312530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8975631213934312530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8975631213934312530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/08/peaches-and-apples.html' title='Peaches and Apples'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SJhvjrwSEBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nSyPCGkAY7w/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-1351760618527900903</id><published>2008-08-04T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:31:54.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Room with a View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SJhyQy9hooI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zvqnyroLBis/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231056600074134146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SJhyQy9hooI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zvqnyroLBis/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We (mainly DH) recently spent some time putting in the last of our new windows. It took DH, Bookworm and I about two hours to get this last, biggest window into our front room. It is amazing to look out and see a crystal clear view instead of the murky view we have seen for three years. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-1351760618527900903?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/1351760618527900903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=1351760618527900903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/1351760618527900903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/1351760618527900903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/08/room-with-view.html' title='A Room with a View'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SJhyQy9hooI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zvqnyroLBis/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-7882396375446259110</id><published>2008-07-25T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:25:55.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THAT'S a Zucchini!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SIn-VhGLovI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GZnn71OEcSc/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226988488155177714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SIn-VhGLovI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GZnn71OEcSc/s320/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1291031923262883819-7882396375446259110?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/7882396375446259110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=7882396375446259110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7882396375446259110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7882396375446259110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-thats-zucchini.html' title='Now THAT&apos;S a Zucchini!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SIn-VhGLovI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GZnn71OEcSc/s72-c/Picture+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-6418807205490112533</id><published>2008-07-24T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:06:37.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Has Done It</title><content type='html'>Psalm 22&lt;br /&gt;29All the prosperous of the earth eat and worship; before him shall bow all who go down to the dust,  even the one who could not keep himself alive.  30Posterity shall serve him; it shall be told of the Lord to the coming generation;  31they shall come and proclaim his righteousness to a people yet unborn, that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he has done it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 52&lt;br /&gt;8But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God. I trust in the steadfast love of God forever and ever.  9I will thank you forever, because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have done it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  I will wait for your name, for it is good, in the presence of the godly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(English Standard Version)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-6418807205490112533?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/6418807205490112533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=6418807205490112533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6418807205490112533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/6418807205490112533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-has-done-it.html' title='He Has Done It'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-5102622465257693145</id><published>2008-07-14T08:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:08:01.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whom Will I Serve?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Although we will never hear this from the world, becoming free from overeating is a matter of learning how to enjoy the Lord. Freedom comes from learning how to drink Him in, how to quench our thirst in Him, how to feast our souls on Him. It is impossible to enjoy sin and enjoy the Lord at the same time, and those who are nourishing their souls and quenching their thirst in Jesus are done with overeating.&lt;/em&gt;  The Lord's Table, &lt;a href="http://www.settingcaptivesfree.com/lords_table"&gt;Setting Captives Free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you not know that when you present yourselves to someone as slaves for obedience, you are slaves of the one whom you obey, either of sin resulting in death, or of obedience resulting in righteousness? Romans 6:16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-5102622465257693145?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/5102622465257693145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=5102622465257693145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5102622465257693145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5102622465257693145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/07/whom-will-i-serve.html' title='Whom Will I Serve?'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-4374496786667697847</id><published>2008-07-11T13:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:05:38.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Great Anniversary Gift - Hope!</title><content type='html'>Today is my sixteenth anniversary and I praise God for His purpose and plan in my life in bringing my Lower-case lord into my life.  Although marriage has not been the bed of roses that I read about in books as a young girl, I look back and see how Jesus delivered us from ourselves and has brought about a beautiful thing.  DH is indeed the one planned for me since the beginning of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the adoption specialist from J's county called wanting to know J's doctor's name.  She also sent me the form to have his name changed.  So, we are having some movement and progress over there!  This is surprising, but hopeful and we pray that God's will and timing for this adoption will come to pass.  Thank you for your continued prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-4374496786667697847?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/4374496786667697847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=4374496786667697847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4374496786667697847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4374496786667697847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-great-anniversary-gift-hope.html' title='What a Great Anniversary Gift - Hope!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-4627280683444216337</id><published>2008-07-11T07:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:00:53.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberty</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;16 but whenever a person turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. 17 Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. 2 Corinthians 3:16-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, when the veil is taken away, we can see Jesus! And when we see Jesus we are granted liberty! Do you see it? The answer to our weight problem is to turn to the Lord; that is, to stop attempting to gain God's favor by what we do, to stop trying to work our way into a right standing with God, and simply turn to the Lord! When we thus stop working for righteousness and turn to the Lord in repentance, we will catch a glimpse of Him and His beauty that will stun us! We will see in Him all that is needed to deal with our entire sin problem; the guilt, the shame, and the power of it. And as we gaze at Him we are slowly changed into His image. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Lord's Table, &lt;a href="http://www.settingcaptivesfree.com/lords_table"&gt;Setting Captives Free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-4627280683444216337?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/4627280683444216337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=4627280683444216337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4627280683444216337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4627280683444216337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/07/liberty.html' title='Liberty'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-1193189842588721027</id><published>2008-07-04T08:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:33:09.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>I was up at midnight last night during a huge storm we had here.  It was a little scary, but not too bad.  After the worst had past I heard a pretty loud cracking noise, but couldn't see anything in the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;We awoke to this view out our front door this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG4oXXyeNEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JxdEdZVBn2M/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219153400156795970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG4oXXyeNEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JxdEdZVBn2M/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures don't do justice to the size of the tree.  A huge part of our old maple tree came down, stretching right up to our front bay window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG4oX9kjngI/AAAAAAAAAJY/pkmH_ZEWOjI/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219153410298977794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG4oX9kjngI/AAAAAAAAAJY/pkmH_ZEWOjI/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows more clearly how big the tree is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG4oYToiLII/AAAAAAAAAJg/9rHUNMJdyLM/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219153416221240450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG4oYToiLII/AAAAAAAAAJg/9rHUNMJdyLM/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we'll be firing up the old chainsaw on the 4th of July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG4oYmZSI4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/TufALwPS6e4/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-1193189842588721027?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/1193189842588721027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=1193189842588721027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/1193189842588721027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/1193189842588721027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/07/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG4oXXyeNEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JxdEdZVBn2M/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-5798875117668717899</id><published>2008-07-03T23:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:44:49.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Date</title><content type='html'>J had a court date on July 1st, and we found out that the county that is over his case has received all our paper - yeah!  Barring any complications or incompetence on our part or theirs, our adoption should be complete on August 26th!  We are excited about the possibility of it happening, but still not holding our breath. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for further developments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-5798875117668717899?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/5798875117668717899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=5798875117668717899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5798875117668717899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/5798875117668717899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/07/adoption-date.html' title='Adoption Date'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-7018028196295671932</id><published>2008-07-03T22:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:07:14.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Garden Birthday Tea</title><content type='html'>Come right through our garden gate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2Ua88AUmI/AAAAAAAAAII/JT1TEdns9FU/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218990733947589218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2Ua88AUmI/AAAAAAAAAII/JT1TEdns9FU/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please dress up and don't be late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2UbEOj0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZlmaJmRpMRE/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218990735904461490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2UbEOj0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZlmaJmRpMRE/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're celebrating [Cheery's] 7th Birthdate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2Ubh141EI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BQDhK0qHn5g/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218990743854044226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2Ubh141EI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BQDhK0qHn5g/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, this tea party thing isn't all bad (I like the cream puffs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2UcNPiajI/AAAAAAAAAIg/IOjx4uFU1fs/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218990755504351794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2UcNPiajI/AAAAAAAAAIg/IOjx4uFU1fs/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big girls helped the "guests" decorate straw hats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2UcfjInHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/E0WWYHyeBPw/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218990760418385010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2UcfjInHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/E0WWYHyeBPw/s320/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first and last attempt at petit fours...they were good, but oh my, do I have a new appreciation for people who make them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2X_yzqawI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bN-eKOXpTE8/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218994665418287874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2X_yzqawI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bN-eKOXpTE8/s320/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dear friend H, learning to carry baby the African way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2YARNRPeI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1FNSavh5EXo/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218994673578753506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2YARNRPeI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1FNSavh5EXo/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had a picture of all we served.  We had cucumber cream cheese sandwiches, scones with strawberry jam and lemon curd, cream puffs, chocolate-covered strawberries, and petit fours with raspberry sherbet.  Thanks to dear Daddy for the balloon arch and spraying for mosquitos so we wouldn't be devoured, and thanks to Bookworm for organizing our games - pin the lid on the teapot and musical bean bag toss.  I think Cheery had a wonderful birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-7018028196295671932?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/7018028196295671932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=7018028196295671932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7018028196295671932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7018028196295671932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/07/garden-birthday-tea.html' title='A Garden Birthday Tea'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2Ua88AUmI/AAAAAAAAAII/JT1TEdns9FU/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-2978781720280322293</id><published>2008-07-03T22:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:51:43.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Veggie Plate</title><content type='html'>We came home to a full huge garden!  You should have heard the shouts and exclamations as the girls ran through the garden looking at the huge sunflowers, countless butternut squash, cucumbers, and on and on.  Here was our haul from Monday night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2TPB1s1EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/N9dho3cfhG8/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218989429593265218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2TPB1s1EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/N9dho3cfhG8/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here was our dinner - everything from our garden except the sweet potato. Fried okra (my first time to cook it!), squash and zucchini, green beans, cucumbers and grape tomatoes in vinegar.  This is our first garden ever and we are amazed at the way God makes the ground grow our food.  What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2TP_o8rcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_QuWwYHKBlQ/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218989446182776258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2TP_o8rcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_QuWwYHKBlQ/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-2978781720280322293?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/2978781720280322293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=2978781720280322293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2978781720280322293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2978781720280322293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/07/veggie-plate.html' title='Veggie Plate'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2TPB1s1EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/N9dho3cfhG8/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-888479327182499179</id><published>2008-06-30T13:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:40:23.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Mountain High</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2QH6VqxcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Xscv7Kz_hw4/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, I regret that I didn't take more pictures. My only excuse is that we were too busy catching up with family, playing with cousins and managing the business of camping with children. But a wonderful time was had by all, despite our lack of documentation. :)&lt;br /&gt;Blessings:&lt;br /&gt;*getting to know cousins better&lt;br /&gt;*introducing J to the family - and they adoring him&lt;br /&gt;*meeting new cousins from countries far away&lt;br /&gt;*being supported and blessed by the older generation specifically for adopting&lt;br /&gt;*crafts, crafts, and more crafts!&lt;br /&gt;*great campground&lt;br /&gt;*great borrowed tent (thanks B &amp;amp; B) -except that we froze at night. In June.&lt;br /&gt;*spending time with like-minded brothers and sisters in Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;*returning home to fridge full of fresh veggies and breakfast for the next morning from dear friends!&lt;br /&gt;*checking out our garden after 10 days - 10 foot sunflowers!&lt;br /&gt;*sleeping without noticing what you are sleeping on -the best according to Bookworm whose hips were sore from sleeping on the ground. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my very few pictures...&lt;br /&gt;Baby cousin Rachael - J's favorite person with whom to dig in the dirt (I called her Pigpen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2SX7wELkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yxm8hcQjP7E/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218988483066211906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2SX7wELkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yxm8hcQjP7E/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigpen's parents finding out that Baby #9 is on the way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2SYLitR2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ER2xdWbtrMs/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218988487305152354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2SYLitR2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ER2xdWbtrMs/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many wonderful crafts - book making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2RnopGNHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FOq0tl0I6Q0/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218987653302989938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2RnopGNHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FOq0tl0I6Q0/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More book making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2RoMqbtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EUdHMqe9wO4/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218987662972270066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2RoMqbtfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EUdHMqe9wO4/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian night - dinner each night had a theme - American, Western, Italian, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2RobphD4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B_4hGLW1YpI/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218987666994958210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2RobphD4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B_4hGLW1YpI/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Ashley and J tossing rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2Ro_BiauI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AY-TZvGO4M0/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218987676490951394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2Ro_BiauI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AY-TZvGO4M0/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I like to dig in the dirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2RpFXhLhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RerGSXPU1kU/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218987678193757714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2RpFXhLhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RerGSXPU1kU/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-888479327182499179?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/888479327182499179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=888479327182499179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/888479327182499179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/888479327182499179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/06/rocky-mountain-high.html' title='Rocky Mountain High'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SG2SX7wELkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yxm8hcQjP7E/s72-c/Picture+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-695100924639091152</id><published>2008-06-18T21:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:50:18.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the Beautiful Colorado Wilderness...</title><content type='html'>We leave early in the a.m. for Colorado Springs - Dh's family reunion.  We are all so excited to be surrounded by God's beautiful creation and enjoying the outdoors. We will be tent camping and Cheery is looking most forward to sleeping on the ground.  In fact, she has been practicing the past couple of nights by sleeping on her floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campground does have wireless ! so keep in touch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-695100924639091152?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/695100924639091152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=695100924639091152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/695100924639091152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/695100924639091152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/06/off-to-beautiful-colorado-wilderness.html' title='Off to the Beautiful Colorado Wilderness...'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-8012530296039144790</id><published>2008-06-12T08:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:32:05.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, God</title><content type='html'>Thank you for praying those who saw the previous post in time...I think my talk went well last night -- at least I managed to get through it without breaking into tears (although I choked up a couple of times), throwing up or dying. :)  I think the ladies were encouraged and glory was given to God which was what I had prayed.  I was also encouraged and very supported - thank you dear sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, its FINALLY OVER.  I can now think about something else!-like a garage sale tomorrow and a trip to Colorado in a week.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-8012530296039144790?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/8012530296039144790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=8012530296039144790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8012530296039144790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/8012530296039144790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you-god.html' title='Thank you, God'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-4238432854281545093</id><published>2008-06-11T12:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:07:54.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray</title><content type='html'>News from the social worker today is that the county adoption specialist thinks there is "no way" that the adoption can take place at the next court date on July 1st.  Our children's home social worker thinks that it can still happen.  Would you pray that God's timing is just amazing and evident.  We are not in such a rush since J is with us, but we would like to see the Lord's glory in this, and we want his will and his timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, pray for me tonight as I share my story with a group of ladies.  I have an amazing peace with just moments of sheer panic (about the public speaking part).  I know that the Lord will use my words in the way he wants, and I just want him to be glorified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-4238432854281545093?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/4238432854281545093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=4238432854281545093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4238432854281545093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4238432854281545093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-2438164136899242361</id><published>2008-06-09T12:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:40:25.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plight of the Orphan</title><content type='html'>Mary at Owlhaven posted a letter &lt;a href="http://owlhaven.wordpress.com/2008/06/08/sunday-108/#comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, from her sister who is working in a hospital in Ethiopia for the summer.  I think it (and some of the comments below it) so aptly express the heart break over the plight of so many orphaned children in this world.  One commenter quotes a stat that if 7% of Christians adopted just one child, we would eliminate the orphan population.  If only each one could reach one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-2438164136899242361?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/2438164136899242361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=2438164136899242361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2438164136899242361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2438164136899242361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/06/plight-of-orphan.html' title='The Plight of the Orphan'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-2800241750739359608</id><published>2008-06-09T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:02:20.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Transparent Life</title><content type='html'>What keeps us from sharing our true hearts with others?  Is it fear or is it pride?  I think for me it is a little of both, although mostly it is a fear of speaking.  This Wednesday night I have the opportunity to share my life story with a group of ladies.  Although the thought of standing up and talking has stressed me out, I relish the opportunity to become transparent to others.  There is something so freeing about being known - to have someone know all your flaws and to still accept you and love you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took the opportunity to go forward in church and confess the sin of idolatry with food.  Although I dreaded being in front, my heart was pounding so hard that I knew I was being nudged and that I couldn't say no to the Holy Spirit.  So down the aisle I went.  I repented before God for going to food my entire life for joy, comfort and peace, and for failing to receive those things from Jesus.  The Lord Jesus is doing a saving and sanctifing work in me and teaching me that the importance I have placed on eating and overeating has reached the level of idolatry in His eyes.  And by teaching me to turn to Him, He is saving me from a battle that I have waged my whole life.  Praise the Lord!  To find out more about the tool He is using in my life, go to &lt;a href="http://www.settingcaptivesfree.com/lords_table"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the midst of living and changing and being sanctified, I am looking back, writing and preparing to share my life with others this week.  I pray that His name will be glorified in all I say or do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-2800241750739359608?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/2800241750739359608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=2800241750739359608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2800241750739359608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2800241750739359608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/06/living-transparent-life.html' title='Living the Transparent Life'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-547648467207124832</id><published>2008-06-07T18:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:55:35.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SEsbq5CpYmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lAfVMZHvoWY/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209287817664488034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SEsbq5CpYmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lAfVMZHvoWY/s320/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SEsbrUhBklI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5vCNc6_LdXw/s1600-h/Picture+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209287825039659602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SEsbrUhBklI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5vCNc6_LdXw/s320/Picture+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new cloth diapers came in today! Thank you so much Sandra for you and your Dad's generosity.  This is going to be a blessing to our budget and a blessing to any more babies the Lord sends our way.  And besides that, look how darling our little man looks in them! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-547648467207124832?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/547648467207124832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=547648467207124832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/547648467207124832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/547648467207124832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/06/going-green.html' title='Going Green'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SEsbq5CpYmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lAfVMZHvoWY/s72-c/Picture+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-4046259562084138871</id><published>2008-06-06T19:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T19:51:06.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transporting Africa-Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SEnXietrVEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AC8a6s7kXzs/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208931431390860354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SEnXietrVEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AC8a6s7kXzs/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says the Dodge Caravan of the Non-Grand variety can't carry much?  How about eleven new windows for our house?  and two children...and two adults...  The Lowes people were impressed with Dh's packing expertise, and were calling it a "Cara-truck." :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-4046259562084138871?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/4046259562084138871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=4046259562084138871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4046259562084138871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/4046259562084138871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/06/transporting-africa-style.html' title='Transporting Africa-Style'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SEnXietrVEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AC8a6s7kXzs/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-2289081309467519437</id><published>2008-06-04T21:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:39:02.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untamed Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SEdOJQMh1oI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RH3F-T3T1JQ/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208217414950573698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SEdOJQMh1oI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RH3F-T3T1JQ/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look in the very center of this picture you will see our little resident baby bunny.  We see him calmly munching every day on the side of our driveway.  He lets us get about ten feet from him and then darts into the brush.  I look forward to our meeting everytime I go to the van and then again when I pull into the driveway. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-2289081309467519437?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/2289081309467519437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=2289081309467519437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2289081309467519437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2289081309467519437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/06/untamed-pet.html' title='Untamed Pet'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/SEdOJQMh1oI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RH3F-T3T1JQ/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-7836502781490336364</id><published>2008-06-04T14:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:03:54.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D.O.C.!!!</title><content type='html'>No, that does not mean "dossier to China" as it does to some.  To us it means dossier to C_____ county!   For those unfamiliar with adoptionese, this means that all of our paper is finally "in" and the ball is in the court of the county to begin the process of finalizing the adoption.  To the best of our understanding, we now wait on the county for our "disclosure" that reveals to us all the information about J's history, including anything we may not already know.  After we receive the disclosure, we give the go ahead and hopefully schedule the adoption to take place at the next court date.  The upcoming court date is scheduled for July 1st, and our social worker thinks that there is no reason that the adoption couldn't happen then.  I am personally not holding my breath, but am hopeful and praying for the Lord's timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One interesting development is that according to J's birth family's lawyer, J's birth family are entitled to a "goodbye" visit with him.  This will probably take place at the July 1st court date, so it may happen that we meet J's birth family.  This will be interesting because we have already heard that they are not thrilled about the adoption or our ethnicity.  We are praying for some positive closure for them and for us as well.   God's timing is perfect and we trust Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1291031923262883819-7836502781490336364?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/7836502781490336364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=7836502781490336364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7836502781490336364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/7836502781490336364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/06/doc.html' title='D.O.C.!!!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1291031923262883819.post-2534772016477628967</id><published>2008-05-27T22:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:42:08.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's Meme - Just for Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A is for age: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B is for burger of choice: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In-N-Out double double, of course. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;C is for what kind of car you drive:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2000 Dodge Caravan (the non-Grand variety)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;D is for your dog's name:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E is for essential item you use everyday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Without fail, my mom's electric tea kettle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;F is for favorite TV show at the moment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not watching TV at the moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;G is for favorite game:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uno Attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;H is for HomeState:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Arkansas is the state in which my home is ..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I is for instruments you play:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Piano -although I am pretty rusty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;J is for favorite juice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Grape (especially if it is sparkling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;K is for whose butt you'd like to kick:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My own...but I won't go into that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;L is for last restaurant you ate at?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pizza Pro-its Tuesday and kids eat free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M is for your favorite Muppet:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Never was very into the Muppets, but maybe those things that don't really talk, but just sort of "mememememememememe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;N is for Number of Piercings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O is for overnight hospital stays:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bone tumor surgery at age 11, three births at ages 25, 29, and 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P is for people you were with today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My three girls and one boy and hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q is for what you do with your quiet time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bible study, read, pray, journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;R is for biggest regret:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not knowing to teach my children certain things early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;S is for status:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;married and blessed beyond all imaginings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;T is for time you woke up today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;U is for what you consider unique:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My friends. My DH thinks I like unique people, but I think its just because everyone is very unique when you really get to know them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;V is for vegetable you love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Avocadoooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;W is for worst habit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not being tidy enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;X is for x-rays you've had:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lots of leg x-rays, teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Y is for yummy food you ate today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hawaiian Pizza!!!&lt;/span&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;Z is for zodiac sign:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zilch - nonsense&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/1291031923262883819-2534772016477628967?l=welcominggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/feeds/2534772016477628967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1291031923262883819&amp;postID=2534772016477628967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2534772016477628967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1291031923262883819/posts/default/2534772016477628967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcominggod.blogspot.com/2008/05/abcs-meme-just-for-fun.html' title='ABC&apos;s Meme - Just for Fun'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12796969211133747055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nZvJkbiigWE/TI6q9PF8A1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/IuWSzNqfnOk/S220/iphone+412.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
