<?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-2513055535346272365</id><updated>2012-01-28T12:02:32.932-05:00</updated><category term='Daily Life'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Katie n Tara'/><category term='boy scouts'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='news'/><category term='Random Silliness'/><category term='organization'/><category term='picnik'/><category term='tours'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='prayer request'/><category term='Devotional Thought'/><category term='365 - Picture a Day'/><category term='Introspection'/><category term='goals'/><category term='Guest post'/><category term='Mark'/><category term='Annual Traditions'/><category term='You Tube'/><category term='AHG'/><category term='SSMT'/><category term='Treasured Three Recommendations'/><category term='Scriptures'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='websites'/><category term='wish list'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><category term='Give-Away'/><category term='awards'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Quilts; Other blogs'/><category term='Answered Prayer'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Post Party'/><category term='Other blogs'/><category term='farm'/><category term='Personal stories'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Angie's Ad Lib</title><subtitle type='html'>an eclectic mix of thought, silliness and inspiration</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-2256604586771393571</id><published>2012-01-23T18:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T19:02:23.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 - Picture a Day'/><title type='text'>P365-Weeks 1-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-365end-of-project.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of years ago I began participating in &lt;a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-365-week-3.html"&gt;Sara's Project 365 &lt;/a&gt;in which you take a picture everyday to facilitate remembering your&amp;nbsp;year. The first year (2010) I didn't do too badly; I think I posted on my blog into the fall. Then last year I only posted into the spring (a funeral, a wedding and a move will do that to you, I guess.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to give it a try again this year. I've set a goal to snap a picture everyday and so far, so good. What I should have done was set a goal to POST those pictures every week. Maybe I'll have to make an addendum. Anyway, I've finally gotten the first three weeks of January's pictures ready to share so here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sunday, Jan 1-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cUr86q3v7pM/Tx3njvNvWhI/AAAAAAAACDQ/r7VB16IpHZ0/s400/1.1-Christmas%2BScreen%2BSaver.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Screen Saver needs to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Monday, Jan 2 - ﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-huPPGpHd4HQ/Tx3njy7KAEI/AAAAAAAACDc/WR7-2vimfH8/s1600/1.2-Science%2BExperiment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-huPPGpHd4HQ/Tx3njy7KAEI/AAAAAAAACDc/WR7-2vimfH8/s400/1.2-Science%2BExperiment.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Back to School - a science experiment about air expansion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tuesday, Jan 3 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb14rsf7cDU/Tx3nkVKQEMI/AAAAAAAACDo/D2ycm-iNFIA/s1600/1.3-Kinnect.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb14rsf7cDU/Tx3nkVKQEMI/AAAAAAAACDo/D2ycm-iNFIA/s400/1.3-Kinnect.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A new Kinnect! The girls are having fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wed, Jan 4 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYm7Q8adyC8/Tx3nk1j10dI/AAAAAAAACD0/sQUD0yFaEAU/s1600/1.4-flock%2Bof%2Bbirds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYm7Q8adyC8/Tx3nk1j10dI/AAAAAAAACD0/sQUD0yFaEAU/s400/1.4-flock%2Bof%2Bbirds.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A flock of noisy, hungry birds descend on our yard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thursday, Jan 5 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6G3u8tg0cQg/Tx3nlY0KQjI/AAAAAAAACEA/Bohe0L5ZRvg/s1600/1.5-Katie%2527s%2Bbirthday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6G3u8tg0cQg/Tx3nlY0KQjI/AAAAAAAACEA/Bohe0L5ZRvg/s400/1.5-Katie%2527s%2Bbirthday.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katie's guests at her movie-themed 10th birthday party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Friday, Jan 6 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rug4ilcdR7s/Tx3n-ogYGEI/AAAAAAAACEQ/YUGDLaCcHSg/s1600/1.6-Biscuit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rug4ilcdR7s/Tx3n-ogYGEI/AAAAAAAACEQ/YUGDLaCcHSg/s400/1.6-Biscuit.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Biscuit's not a fan of the camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saturday, Jan 7 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwd38ES7_nw/Tx3n-wPBQYI/AAAAAAAACEc/srGIOXEZ7nY/s1600/1.7-VIP%2BBathroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwd38ES7_nw/Tx3n-wPBQYI/AAAAAAAACEc/srGIOXEZ7nY/s400/1.7-VIP%2BBathroom.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've had so much fun with the VIP entrance on our Powder Room Door (leftover from Katie's birthday party) that we've decided to leave it up a little longer. (It finally did come down.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sunday, Jan 8 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd6DSdcj-kE/Tx3n_U9nxKI/AAAAAAAACEo/4IoqssIS4MY/s1600/1.8-bag%2Bof%2Bcheesecake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd6DSdcj-kE/Tx3n_U9nxKI/AAAAAAAACEo/4IoqssIS4MY/s400/1.8-bag%2Bof%2Bcheesecake.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O, Cheesecake Factory, how I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Chocolate Macaroon-Mom, Coffee/Kahlua-Mark &amp;amp; Katie, Pumpkin-Rhett)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Monday, Jan 9 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NiAIwoi66cE/Tx3n_4-1RzI/AAAAAAAACE4/rFXkE4xVwPU/s1600/1.9-Snow%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NiAIwoi66cE/Tx3n_4-1RzI/AAAAAAAACE4/rFXkE4xVwPU/s400/1.9-Snow%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First snowfall in January. A dusting really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tuesday, Jan 10 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--_IOxflXOOc/Tx3oApuZ7YI/AAAAAAAACFA/iY39UIMqdVg/s1600/1.10-quilt%2Bmaterial.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="309" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--_IOxflXOOc/Tx3oApuZ7YI/AAAAAAAACFA/iY39UIMqdVg/s400/1.10-quilt%2Bmaterial.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quilt Material...I need to get started! (Face the fear!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wednesday, Jan 11 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMN25fEgt4A/Tx3oPABAwUI/AAAAAAAACFQ/i6QPxJS_1KU/s1600/1.11-pink%2Bpurse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMN25fEgt4A/Tx3oPABAwUI/AAAAAAAACFQ/i6QPxJS_1KU/s400/1.11-pink%2Bpurse.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Using my hot pink purse this week. Bright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thursday, Jan 12 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFKu7-XWWiE/Tx3oPdJe_nI/AAAAAAAACFc/yymlAWXUDgw/s1600/1.12-Abby%2527s%2BIlluminated%2BBible.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFKu7-XWWiE/Tx3oPdJe_nI/AAAAAAAACFc/yymlAWXUDgw/s400/1.12-Abby%2527s%2BIlluminated%2BBible.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stopped by a friend's house and saw her daughter's Senior Project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- an Illuminated Bible, the Gospel of John.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was so cool in person! She designed and created each picture. Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Friday, Jan 13 -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jcEi2k3Uh14/Tx3oP_mpXzI/AAAAAAAACFs/UORGkiijhWk/s1600/1.13-Horses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jcEi2k3Uh14/Tx3oP_mpXzI/AAAAAAAACFs/UORGkiijhWk/s400/1.13-Horses.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Two beautiful horses who will be boarding at the farm for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The lighter brown horse is Ruby; the darker one is Mike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saturday, Jan 14 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CNE7og-xszE/Tx3oQd-0ktI/AAAAAAAACF0/kwCCl8O2dCw/s1600/1.14-rolls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CNE7og-xszE/Tx3oQd-0ktI/AAAAAAAACF0/kwCCl8O2dCw/s400/1.14-rolls.jpg" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Company's coming; made some homemade rolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sunday, Jan 15 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkCSXCpFf9w/Tx3oQtDXBeI/AAAAAAAACGA/Ppegwy4qBgE/s1600/1.15-work.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkCSXCpFf9w/Tx3oQtDXBeI/AAAAAAAACGA/Ppegwy4qBgE/s400/1.15-work.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I work about 12 hours on Sunday and this is one of my responsibilities - keep all the staff and volunteers in our children's department caffeinated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Monday, Jan 16 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-evv9iVcVMOk/Tx3ooAEkNvI/AAAAAAAACGM/aSZ0m1rMsLM/s1600/1.16-horses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-evv9iVcVMOk/Tx3ooAEkNvI/AAAAAAAACGM/aSZ0m1rMsLM/s400/1.16-horses.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Horses. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tuesday, Jan 17 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yCvMyat_2WI/Tx3ooSKpIJI/AAAAAAAACGU/-qd3u_leTlE/s1600/1.17-quilt%2Btop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yCvMyat_2WI/Tx3ooSKpIJI/AAAAAAAACGU/-qd3u_leTlE/s400/1.17-quilt%2Btop.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah! The material got washed, pressed, cut and pieced together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wednesday, Jan 18 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dkTFiKohX34/Tx3oooOdvSI/AAAAAAAACGo/L1eiWg4AuNc/s1600/1.18-kids%2Bat%2Btheater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dkTFiKohX34/Tx3oooOdvSI/AAAAAAAACGo/L1eiWg4AuNc/s400/1.18-kids%2Bat%2Btheater.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My kid's reading while they wait for&amp;nbsp;a play to begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thursday, Jan 19 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IOpoxFG6zk0/Tx3oprJIIvI/AAAAAAAACGw/cIfI-310m-Y/s1600/1.19-traffic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IOpoxFG6zk0/Tx3oprJIIvI/AAAAAAAACGw/cIfI-310m-Y/s400/1.19-traffic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have to pay an arm and a leg for the road on the left, but it's worth it once a week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Friday, Jan 20 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2vMxDnSR44/Tx3op7se_mI/AAAAAAAACG8/1-59wVYw58A/s1600/1.20-meal%2Bfor%2Bsnipes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2vMxDnSR44/Tx3op7se_mI/AAAAAAAACG8/1-59wVYw58A/s400/1.20-meal%2Bfor%2Bsnipes.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A meal for a friend returning home from the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saturday, Jan 21 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't pick just one picture for this day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G8PQ6Jehq5U/Tx3o0EYiZTI/AAAAAAAACHg/1wXvCu8elZw/s1600/1.21-more%2Bsnow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G8PQ6Jehq5U/Tx3o0EYiZTI/AAAAAAAACHg/1wXvCu8elZw/s400/1.21-more%2Bsnow.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A little Currier &amp;amp; Ives :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1SddC2yE4A/Tx3oz5SII5I/AAAAAAAACHQ/ZeYykj4Qymg/s1600/1.21-buddies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1SddC2yE4A/Tx3oz5SII5I/AAAAAAAACHQ/ZeYykj4Qymg/s400/1.21-buddies.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buddies! Mark was studying for school when Biscuit decided she needed to keep him company. 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Wish you could see my excitement...hmm, maybe a video posting would be fun sometime in the future!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I have dabbled in quilting a couple of times in the past 18 months and&amp;nbsp;one of my goals for this year is to participate in the Rainbow Scrap Challenge twice a month during 2012.&amp;nbsp; That's a BIG goal since I've only created&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;diaper changing pad and a couple of mug rugs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa-sa_4I1p8/TxsSCt3gdQI/AAAAAAAACCM/8XAXd0ArrDU/s1600/diaper+changing+pad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa-sa_4I1p8/TxsSCt3gdQI/AAAAAAAACCM/8XAXd0ArrDU/s320/diaper+changing+pad.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(October 2010 - Diaper Changing Pad for a friend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wP0HOi3ZDjw/TxsR5hKmg4I/AAAAAAAACCE/ZfF-ar4YXt4/s1600/mug+rugs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wP0HOi3ZDjw/TxsR5hKmg4I/AAAAAAAACCE/ZfF-ar4YXt4/s320/mug+rugs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(February 2011 - mug rugs made for a blog swap)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Each month &lt;a href="http://superscrappy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela at So Scrappy&lt;/a&gt; challenges us to use a specific color to use up our quilting scraps.&amp;nbsp; Since I'm just getting started I don't have much scraps, but I use the month's color to make purchases. That's fun too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do, however, have a "stash."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hfbN_6OX4W0/TxsT-rgI2CI/AAAAAAAACCU/r7DF3hW5RPA/s1600/quilt+stash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hfbN_6OX4W0/TxsT-rgI2CI/AAAAAAAACCU/r7DF3hW5RPA/s320/quilt+stash.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Right after moving to the farm in September I happened upon 4 boxes of quilting material at the local thrift store. The boxes were priced at $25 each - a steal!&amp;nbsp; I had just moved and thought $100 would be an outrageous splurge, but I was looking at a gold mine.&amp;nbsp; I figured there was probably $400 dollars worth of material for sale.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The boxes were separated by colors with green and brown in one, red and purple in another, etc.&amp;nbsp; Another lady and I were digging through enjoying the treasure.&amp;nbsp; She kept saying, "I've got enough material already, I shouldn't."&amp;nbsp; I kept saying, "Well, if you don't want it, I'll probably get it." Then I tried to compromise with her, trying to get her to land on a decision. I would ask her which color she would like and she kept dodging the commitment to buy, but digging and admiring all the way.&amp;nbsp; That, of course, made me want to grab the 4 boxes and make a run for it! I could just envision those old-time department store sales in the movies where the well-dressed proper women had a free-for-all.&amp;nbsp; Much to my relief she finally decided that she wasn't going to buy and as soon as she walked away, I put my hands over the boxes and hollered across the store, "I want to buy all four of these boxes!" I was too scared to even walk to the counter; I wasn't taking any chances.&amp;nbsp; The salesclerk came a put a "Sold" sign on the top box and I suggested she needed to put one on EVERY box. She smiled and obliged me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The manager then walked by and said, "Oh, you're going to get all four boxes, I'll give them to you for $20 each.&amp;nbsp; I think someone must have died and these were donated."&amp;nbsp; I was giddy with the unexpected savings and I felt honored to take someone's stash and make something from it.&amp;nbsp; Isn't that what a quilting stash is? Dreams of what could be. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, it's taken me months to get up the nerve to cut into the stash and create something - &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;. I didn't want to make a mistake or waste material. My hubs said, "It's just sitting there wasting money anyway." (His way to encourage me to get over the fear!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So this week I delved into the stash. I chose some reds, tans and greens and put together a simple 4-in square quilt top.&amp;nbsp; I even added a border after this picture was taken.&amp;nbsp; The following day I went to JoAnn's and bought supplies to try hand quilting.&amp;nbsp; I might have mentioned that day that "I love my life!"&amp;nbsp; (not something I say often enough.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today is my first submission to the Rainbow Scrap Challenge and I hope there will be many more to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTR06msBbKY/TxsNnu_e2-I/AAAAAAAACB8/FXnQRwpRSbo/s1600/DSCN1759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTR06msBbKY/TxsNnu_e2-I/AAAAAAAACB8/FXnQRwpRSbo/s320/DSCN1759.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to show you my progress and the finished project in future posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE quilting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-6342303885293870977?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/6342303885293870977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=6342303885293870977&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6342303885293870977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6342303885293870977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-scrappy-challenge-post.html' title='First Scrappy Challenge Post'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSmQAWO51t0/TvPv2TJt3UI/AAAAAAAADxo/SOAvwV6jMV4/s72-c/rainbow+scrap+button+2012small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-6327548387954373610</id><published>2012-01-20T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:40:59.579-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Smell the beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JeuHA4Yr79Y/TxmU4wjjR-I/AAAAAAAACBQ/CD0ZYLzUAGo/s1600/lemon%2Blavender%2Bcandle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JeuHA4Yr79Y/TxmU4wjjR-I/AAAAAAAACBQ/CD0ZYLzUAGo/s400/lemon%2Blavender%2Bcandle.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often yearn for more beauty in my life. The routine of daily chores can&amp;nbsp;at times&amp;nbsp;be depressing; the constant stacks of dirty dishes, dirty clothes, and papers needing attention seem to never end.&amp;nbsp; Where's the beauty?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;On a positive day, I might recognize that we're eating well, that we have plenty to wear and that I have an active life that calls for my interaction through paperwork, but more often than not, I face those tasks with dread.&amp;nbsp; I'm learning that if I add just a touch of beauty, it helps me work/cope with greater joy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose toile file folders to use everyday, put decals on my washer and dryer (hubs thinks that's silly, but I enjoy them) and I light a candle next to the sink that never seems to stay empty for long.&amp;nbsp; The smell of beauty in my kitchen keeps me coming back to work on those tasks that feed my family, but not my soul.&amp;nbsp; As I write this post I can smell the lemon lavender candle and it calms me. I love scented candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my favorite Yankee candle scents are Lemon Lavender, Autumn Wreath, and Sun and Sand. I've been known to use a Sun and Sand car freshener in the mini-van in the dead of winter. The slight aroma of suntan lotion during blizzard-like conditions makes me smile. I'm quirky that way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any favorite scents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you add beauty to your daily routines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homesanctuary.com/rachelanne/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z209/rachelanneridge/Picture2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company Girl Coffee is a linky party hosted each Friday to meet up with other women in blogworld. You share whatever you want on your own blog and then just link your post over at &lt;a href="http://www.homesanctuary.com/rachelanne/"&gt;Home Sanctuary.&lt;/a&gt; I've made some new friends and have visited several interesting blogs. I love that Rachel hosts the linky on a Friday 'cause by then I would sure love just to sit and have a cup of coffee with a girlfriend. That's often not possible in real life, but virtually it's a lot of fun! Thanks, Rachel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-6327548387954373610?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/6327548387954373610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=6327548387954373610&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6327548387954373610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6327548387954373610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2012/01/smell-beauty.html' title='Smell the beauty'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JeuHA4Yr79Y/TxmU4wjjR-I/AAAAAAAACBQ/CD0ZYLzUAGo/s72-c/lemon%2Blavender%2Bcandle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-328810402102326383</id><published>2012-01-14T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T15:21:53.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Thought'/><title type='text'>Practicing Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJEYodo4_tI/TxHjWJXWtQI/AAAAAAAACBE/PXziMDoJ0W4/s1600/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJEYodo4_tI/TxHjWJXWtQI/AAAAAAAACBE/PXziMDoJ0W4/s400/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:16-18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of my kid's Awana verses this week. Don't you just love listening to them practice memorizing the Word? I'm so thankful when I hear them quickly recite the verses, knowing that in the future the Lord will bring them to memory during the times they'll need it most. Kingdom work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I mentioned that I started a new habit of keeping a gratitude journal. Each night before bed I write down 5 things I am thankful for that day. During this exercise I sometimes wonder if it is really making me more grateful, but I do believe it is. Just this month I've written the serious to the silly... &lt;em&gt;I'm thankful for the conversation about heaven with my kids&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;I'm thankful for brownies with crunchy edges.&lt;/em&gt; :) Paul instructs us to give thanks in all circumstances, because it's God's will for us. Sometimes that's hard, but I think the practicing of it, just like practicing the memorization of Scripture, can make it a little easier so when the time comes and we really need it, we'll be ready. Kingdom work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-328810402102326383?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/328810402102326383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=328810402102326383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/328810402102326383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/328810402102326383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2012/01/practicing-gratitude.html' title='Practicing Gratitude'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJEYodo4_tI/TxHjWJXWtQI/AAAAAAAACBE/PXziMDoJ0W4/s72-c/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-4217057303955936445</id><published>2012-01-13T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:33:22.089-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><title type='text'>Weekly Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homesanctuary.com/rachelanne/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z209/rachelanneridge/Picture2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's share some Company Girl Coffee today! &lt;br /&gt;Click the box to find new bloggy-friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A long time ago I wrote down all the tasks that I wanted to complete during a week's time. Then I divided the tasks out between the days and made a simple list to follow. Over the years, the Weekly Routine has morphed into whatever was needed at the time, some years full of outside committments, some years focused on homemaking. Here's what my list looks like right now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mAXNLNKZIzI/TxA_rb4o9QI/AAAAAAAACA4/gJA2CO1X0m0/s1600/scan0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mAXNLNKZIzI/TxA_rb4o9QI/AAAAAAAACA4/gJA2CO1X0m0/s400/scan0002.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you organize your weekly tasks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&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/2513055535346272365-4217057303955936445?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/4217057303955936445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=4217057303955936445&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/4217057303955936445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/4217057303955936445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekly-routine.html' title='Weekly Routine'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mAXNLNKZIzI/TxA_rb4o9QI/AAAAAAAACA4/gJA2CO1X0m0/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-5952823711124053028</id><published>2012-01-11T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:51:49.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Silliness'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Hodgepodge</title><content type='html'>1. Lake Superior University has once again published a list of words/phrases they think should be banished from the Queen's English in 2012- amazing, baby bump, shared sacrifice, occupy, blowback, man cave, the new normal, pet parent, win the future, trickeration, ginormous, and thank you in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of these words/phrases would you most like to see banished from everyday speech and why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I love amazing and ginormous; haven't even heard of pet parent, win the future or trickeration - hmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Thank you in advance" should be banished. Don't thank me ahead of time, thank me when you get there or at the time I actually help you out. Don't be lazy. Take the time to thank me when it's appropriate, not in advance. Do we say, "I'm sorry in advance"? No! However, my husband would probably like to use that phrase, at least once a month. Or maybe &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; use that one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you easily embarrassed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Uh...I get my phrasing all twisted up. I try to be funny and sometimes it comes out WRONG. That's embarrassing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Otherwise, I'm good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your go-to snack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I love Dove caramels. They are my therapy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;My go-to snack...maybe popcorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been to Washington D.C.? If not do you have any desire to go? What site/attraction would you most want to see in that city? If you have been, what's your favorite site/attraction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I live here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Fave site: Roosevelt memorial at night with the back lit waterfalls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jd0vuVTxXn8/Tw5G3EM6GzI/AAAAAAAACAs/Uvn25y8BdNM/s1600/FDRMemorialatNight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jd0vuVTxXn8/Tw5G3EM6GzI/AAAAAAAACAs/Uvn25y8BdNM/s400/FDRMemorialatNight.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. sit ups-planks-lunges-squats...which do you hate the least? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I LOVE sit-ups. Really. It's disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's a small act of kindness you were shown that you've never forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I have dreams of someday becoming a speaker. I have a friend, who after hearing me speak wrote me an encouraging note saying something to the effect of "when you're famous, I'll be able to say I knew you when."&amp;nbsp; I kept the note and it is one of my treasured possessions. Something I'll never forget. Thanks 'fia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever been a blood donor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Insert your own random thought here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I've rewritten the answer to # 7 several times. Sometimes it gets a little tricky when you deal with personal details on a blog.&amp;nbsp; Do I mention where I live? Do I reveal medical conditions? Do I share the names/ages of my kids? Do I talk about people I know who live abroad? You really have to remember you're not just writing to close friends/family, but to anyone who has access to the world-wide web.&amp;nbsp; I try to share information in a general way, enough to share my life, but not enough for you to find out when I'm going on vacation!&amp;nbsp; Sometimes that means a boring, "No" in answer to your question, but I'm ok with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://joyce-fromthissideofthepond.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i874.photobucket.com/albums/ab305/SincerelyShannon-designs/Blog%20Buttons/Hodgepodgebutton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Wednesday Hodgepodge is a question/answer post hosted by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joyce From This Side of the Pond.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just click the button and join us!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-5952823711124053028?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/5952823711124053028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=5952823711124053028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5952823711124053028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5952823711124053028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2012/01/wednesday-hodgepodge_11.html' title='Wednesday Hodgepodge'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jd0vuVTxXn8/Tw5G3EM6GzI/AAAAAAAACAs/Uvn25y8BdNM/s72-c/FDRMemorialatNight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-4589342219825761136</id><published>2012-01-06T21:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:11:14.171-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Thought'/><title type='text'>Prayer Changes Things</title><content type='html'>This week in my journal I wrote an annual prayer to the Lord for 2012. In that prayer I asked the Lord to help me with self-discipline; I want to have a core change - to have integrity throughout all areas of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day I wrote the prayer I turned to Matthew and read about The Transfiguration. I also read the parallel passage in Luke 9 and was struck by the phrase, which doesn't appear in the other gospels, &lt;em&gt;"As He prayed, the appearance of His face was altered."&lt;/em&gt; The Holy Spirit immediately prompted me with the thought, &lt;em&gt;"That's how change occurs - through time in prayer."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Bible reading is important, but I think prayer is a strong component of change. Am I spending significant time in prayer communing with God, asking for that core change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we think answers to spiritual or personal growth are illusive, when actually I think those answers are quietly spoken in times of reflection and prayer. We need to take the time to listen quietly. That takes a self-discipline in and of itself! I need to be asking the Lord day-in-and-day-out for truth to be revealed and for the power/strength to live it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we make prayer a priority in 2012, there's no telling what God can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joining the Company Girl Coffee today. &lt;br /&gt;Want to meet new firiends? Click the link in the box below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homesanctuary.com/rachelanne/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z209/rachelanneridge/Picture2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-4589342219825761136?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/4589342219825761136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=4589342219825761136&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/4589342219825761136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/4589342219825761136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2012/01/prayer-changes-things.html' title='Prayer Changes Things'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-4933568468918015166</id><published>2012-01-04T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:28:20.759-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Hodgepodge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://joyce-fromthissideofthepond.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i874.photobucket.com/albums/ab305/SincerelyShannon-designs/Blog%20Buttons/Hodgepodgebutton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm joining &lt;a href="http://joyce-fromthissideofthepond.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joyce&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;this week in the Wednesday Hodgepodge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. What are three words you would use to describe your 2011?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;change, peace (beyond understanding), recovery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like shrimp? What's your favorite way to have it prepared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I LOVE shrimp, but can't eat it anymore. The last time I ate it, I went to bed for the night and woke an hour later in hives. Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is your house de-Christmased? If so when did you tackle that job? If not, when will the decorations come down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;My home is 99.8% de-Christmased.&amp;nbsp; We started on Sunday night and finished up tonight. I still have some linens/towels to wash and put away; then it will be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like to watch scary movies? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Uh. I don't like horror movies (Halloween, Friday the 13th, etc). Hate those. I do like intellectual thrillers, usually once.&amp;nbsp; I like Sci-fi shows like Fringe (although&amp;nbsp;I gave that up this year...just got too weird.)&amp;nbsp; When Rhett and I would watch Fringe I would sit curled up on the couch and freak out during the commercials. So I guess, I don't do "scary" well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ice skating~sledding~skiing~snowboarding~of the four listed which wintertime activity do you most enjoy?&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Ha! Curled up in a blanket, reading a book and drinking hot chocolate - that's my fave wintertime activity. However, if you want an active answer, then I choose scraping snow off the car, shoveling the sidewalk and having a snowball fight with my kids. I actually love all three of those things. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Did you have a childhood hideout? Describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;My room.&amp;nbsp; My grandma worried I spent too much time in there. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's a place or space that motivates you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;The public library. I can get poetic talking about the library. I come alive amidst the books. I fantasize about getting locked in over night; what fun that would be!&amp;nbsp; So many things to learn. I love the smell of the books, the quiet hum, and the tables tucked into private corners. Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Insert your own random thought here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I'm fixated on my New Year's goals right now.&amp;nbsp;(It's only day 4!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I have been using this new form to organize each day and it has been very effective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Having blocks of time organized has helped me keep focused; I'm loving it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUtsTS9Ar3I/TwUWs_APkuI/AAAAAAAACAg/b_iXNvHQyH8/s1600/scan0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUtsTS9Ar3I/TwUWs_APkuI/AAAAAAAACAg/b_iXNvHQyH8/s320/scan0001.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-4933568468918015166?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/4933568468918015166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=4933568468918015166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/4933568468918015166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/4933568468918015166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2012/01/wednesday-hodgepodge.html' title='Wednesday Hodgepodge'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i874.photobucket.com/albums/ab305/SincerelyShannon-designs/Blog%20Buttons/th_Hodgepodgebutton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-189651485357632153</id><published>2012-01-03T12:00:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T12:00:04.552-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><title type='text'>Embrace Change</title><content type='html'>One of the books I frequently read is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Maxwell-Daily-Reader-Insight-Influence/dp/1400203392/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1325556146&amp;amp;sr=1-1#_"&gt;The Maxwell Daily Reader&lt;/a&gt;. In December John Maxwell, the author, writes about change. I'd like to share a portion of the 24th's entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...leadership expert Max DePree says, "We cannot become what we need to be by remaining what we are." (So true, hence, the 2012 goals!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what to look for and how to focus your energy to get the kinds of changes that will change you for the better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don't change just enough to get away from your problems - change enough to solve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don't change your circumstances to improve your life - change yourself to improve your circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don't do the same old things expecting to get different results - get different results by doing something new. (uh, hm. Do I hear Dr. Phil?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don't wait to see the light to change - start changing as soon as you feel the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don't see change as something hurtful that must be done - see it as something helpful that can be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don't avoid paying the immediate price of change - if you do, you will pay the ultimate price of never improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good reminders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-189651485357632153?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/189651485357632153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=189651485357632153&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/189651485357632153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/189651485357632153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2012/01/embrace-change.html' title='Embrace Change'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-7511812534650247356</id><published>2012-01-01T12:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:00:01.791-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4u7Is1nHYA/Tv9lcybBAoI/AAAAAAAAB_w/RcVE5LcX_qA/s1600/goals.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4u7Is1nHYA/Tv9lcybBAoI/AAAAAAAAB_w/RcVE5LcX_qA/s1600/goals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; making New Year's Goals. (Have I lost you already?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend a great deal of time between Christmas and New Year's thinking about what I want to accomplish during the upcoming year.&amp;nbsp; I have to chuckle when someone says that they don't make New Year's goals, but that they want to work on ...(a number of "goals" for lack of a better word.)&amp;nbsp; Whether you take a sit-down-and-plan approach or you think about what could be improved upon in the big-picture-kind-of-way, I encourage you to have something for which to aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The victory of success is half won when one gains the habit of setting goals and achieving them. Even the most tedious chore will become endurable as you parade through each day convinced that every task, no matter how menial or boring, brings you closer to fulfilling your dreams. - Og Mandino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you go to work on your goals, your goals will go to work on you. If you go to work on your plan, your plan will go to work on you. Whatever good things we build end up building us. - Jim Rohn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a big believer in growth. Life is not about achievement, it's about learning and growth, and developing qualities like compassion, patience, perseverance, love, and joy, and so forth. And so if that is the case, then I think our goals should include something which stretches us. - Jack Canfield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When creating goals it's important to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; - specific, significant, stretching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - measurable, meaningful, motivational&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; - agreed upon, attainable, achievable, acceptable, action-oriented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt; - realistic, relevant, reasonable, rewarding, results-oriented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt; - time-based, timely, tangible, trackable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further reading about SMART goals, go &lt;a href="http://www.projectsmart.co.uk/smart-goals.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the following monthly chart (created in Word)&amp;nbsp;to keep track of my goals.&amp;nbsp;I love marking off each day as I accomplish my goal. (click chart to view larger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ha4-zmJdFsc/Tv9tQcqmDjI/AAAAAAAACAI/2rnLbMIF7IA/s1600/scan+mogoalchart0001b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ha4-zmJdFsc/Tv9tQcqmDjI/AAAAAAAACAI/2rnLbMIF7IA/s320/scan+mogoalchart0001b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2011 I kept a monthly record most of the year, which was a BIG step for me. I finally feel like I am being more consistent in accomplishing my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few areas that I need&amp;nbsp;prolonged accountability - areas that I will work the whole year, not just one month at a&amp;nbsp;time.&amp;nbsp; I decided to create another chart for those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLekxqwco10/Tv9ujLG_agI/AAAAAAAACAU/mN6WjPrjYBY/s1600/scan+yrgoalchart0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLekxqwco10/Tv9ujLG_agI/AAAAAAAACAU/mN6WjPrjYBY/s640/scan+yrgoalchart0001.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can write the goal down the side&amp;nbsp;and then track each week as I work on it! I'm hoping that seeing a year tick off one day at a time will be extra motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will put these charts and other working lists&amp;nbsp;in a plastic pocket folder, the ones that are spiral and have 6-8 pockets. Love those!&amp;nbsp; I keep my running to-do list, my menu, running grocery list, etc all in one neat spot.&amp;nbsp; It's my working folder and it &lt;em&gt;works&lt;/em&gt; for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in copies of the&amp;nbsp;charts above, just send me an email at:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="mailto:angie@creativityltd.com"&gt;angie@creativityltd.com&lt;/a&gt;. I'd be happy to send them to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to set 2012 goals? Let me know what keeps you motivated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-7511812534650247356?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/7511812534650247356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=7511812534650247356&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7511812534650247356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7511812534650247356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2012/01/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4u7Is1nHYA/Tv9lcybBAoI/AAAAAAAAB_w/RcVE5LcX_qA/s72-c/goals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-6950105380999118627</id><published>2011-12-31T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:10:55.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Questions for 2011 Reflection</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I did a lot of blog reading and ran across some questions for 2011 reflection. I didn't make note of where I got the questions and I can't find them again this morning after much searching. So...if you read my blog and realize that I "borrowed" these questions from you, please, let me know; I'd love to give credit where credit is due. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about not posting the questions ('cause I hate to "borrow" and not give credit), but after sitting down last night and answering them myself, I felt they were too beneficial to not share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about making new goals (maybe a post for tomorrow?), but I have rarely looked back on the previous year. These questions are a great exercise to help you see where you've been and what you've learned. I hope they will be a fun exercise that will help you focus on what you'd truly like out of 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further adieu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was the single best thing that happened this past year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the single most challenging thing that happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was an unexpected joy this past year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was an unexpected obstacle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pick three words to describe 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pick three words your spouse would use to describe &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; 2011 (don't ask them; guess based on how you think your spouse sees you.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't answer questions 6 &amp;amp; 7; it was &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;reflection, but if you're interested, I included them because they were on the original list.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Pick three words your spouse would use to describe &lt;strong&gt;their&lt;/strong&gt; 2011 (again, without asking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What were the best books you read this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. With whom were your most valuable relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What was your biggest personal change from January to December of this past year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. In what way(s) did you grow emotionally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. In what way(s) did you grow spiritually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. In what way(s) did you grow physically?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. In what way(s) did you grow in your relationship with others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was the most enjoyable part of your work (both professionally and at home)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the most challenging part of your work (both professionally and at home)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What was your single biggest time waster in your life this past year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the best way you used your time this past year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What was the biggest thing you learned this past year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Create a phrase or statement that describes 2011 for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Side note - my answers to # 5 &amp;amp; 20 took me by surprise&amp;nbsp;and helped me put the year into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-6950105380999118627?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/6950105380999118627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=6950105380999118627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6950105380999118627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6950105380999118627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/12/questions-for-2011-reflection.html' title='Questions for 2011 Reflection'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-3475760296325389295</id><published>2011-12-30T16:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:09:14.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hang on to your seat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're taking a look back at our Christmas season! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MkbeRzbRaGs/Tv4iN7St1sI/AAAAAAAAB-o/0inptTPcWXU/s1600/DSCN1405b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="374" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MkbeRzbRaGs/Tv4iN7St1sI/AAAAAAAAB-o/0inptTPcWXU/s400/DSCN1405b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rhett got to hang the first ornament on the Advent calendar this year since he'll be away at college for most of December next year.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for the goofy face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SU9YTZZlbys/Tv4iNydYFSI/AAAAAAAAB-0/JXHj1FCS7zc/s1600/DSCN1447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SU9YTZZlbys/Tv4iNydYFSI/AAAAAAAAB-0/JXHj1FCS7zc/s400/DSCN1447.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to my parents house to trim their tree and a few other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Uoeh_s5Vtg/Tv4iOrEJpgI/AAAAAAAAB_A/861Lfns8qsU/s1600/DSCN1453b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Uoeh_s5Vtg/Tv4iOrEJpgI/AAAAAAAAB_A/861Lfns8qsU/s400/DSCN1453b.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Experts at work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yc97iZKB_Jc/Tv4iPmiflcI/AAAAAAAAB_M/bhAYl1Q6ssM/s1600/DSCN1465b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yc97iZKB_Jc/Tv4iPmiflcI/AAAAAAAAB_M/bhAYl1Q6ssM/s400/DSCN1465b.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The finished tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxKcCBFWXKE/Tv4hwyilotI/AAAAAAAAB94/ETY268zU-go/s1600/DSCN1522b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxKcCBFWXKE/Tv4hwyilotI/AAAAAAAAB94/ETY268zU-go/s400/DSCN1522b.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tara (center) sang in my children's choir for the Homeschool Christmas CoOp concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCuIMKa4e5A/Tv4hxAeVH1I/AAAAAAAAB-E/Xmq4W1CunLE/s1600/DSCN1526b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCuIMKa4e5A/Tv4hxAeVH1I/AAAAAAAAB-E/Xmq4W1CunLE/s400/DSCN1526b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My handbell group performed three Christmas pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLoQOUzvXF0/Tv4hy51RxzI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/qAoFGLOXvZk/s1600/DSCN1479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLoQOUzvXF0/Tv4hy51RxzI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/qAoFGLOXvZk/s400/DSCN1479.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We cut down our own Christmas tree this year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CSxgBSSiQtk/Tv4hzT682nI/AAAAAAAAB-g/WZ12KBHJUEc/s1600/DSCN1483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CSxgBSSiQtk/Tv4hzT682nI/AAAAAAAAB-g/WZ12KBHJUEc/s400/DSCN1483.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then had to drag it FOREVER to the barn to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(The only one complaining was the mom taking pictures. Hm.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KWRj8IZF8CI/Tv4hRPKTyBI/AAAAAAAAB9s/WjH_eIjYPHE/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KWRj8IZF8CI/Tv4hRPKTyBI/AAAAAAAAB9s/WjH_eIjYPHE/s400/010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Time to trim &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; tree at home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa and Rhett&amp;nbsp;hammed it up with their "manly" ornaments - a teddy bear and angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXrMSbCuPyY/Tv4g_h3gTYI/AAAAAAAAB9U/TcxvPUQV5j4/s1600/DSCN1497b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXrMSbCuPyY/Tv4g_h3gTYI/AAAAAAAAB9U/TcxvPUQV5j4/s400/DSCN1497b.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tinsel and Garland, Man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We dig it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-beKQcbVxLsc/Tv4hAbPxkhI/AAAAAAAAB9g/USbHl6Ob9AY/s1600/DSCN1505b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-beKQcbVxLsc/Tv4hAbPxkhI/AAAAAAAAB9g/USbHl6Ob9AY/s400/DSCN1505b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Baking Day - &amp;nbsp;with a snitch getting caught in the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z_4YGIo3i2k/Tv4fbPnlO9I/AAAAAAAAB7k/f8BBrMtHyGM/s1600/DSCN1596b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z_4YGIo3i2k/Tv4fbPnlO9I/AAAAAAAAB7k/f8BBrMtHyGM/s400/DSCN1596b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love Pinterest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Made the cutest name placards out of candy canes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-4lTYiBnls/Tv4fbqXNlVI/AAAAAAAAB7s/xJ-KTM9MJxc/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-4lTYiBnls/Tv4fbqXNlVI/AAAAAAAAB7s/xJ-KTM9MJxc/s400/024.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Best Gift EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I was a small girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I loved to play Pegity at my grandparent's home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I inherited the game, but the game board was falling apart so sometime this&amp;nbsp;fall&amp;nbsp;I offhandedly mentioned to my son&amp;nbsp;how cool it would if he made me a wooden board to replace it...someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then I promptly forgot about the suggestion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He spent the two weeks before Christmas in the basement (with Dad and Mark as helpers) designing and creating the gameboard with drawer underneath (to hold the pieces).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I do have a picture where I'm blubbering like a fool, but I have a little too much pride to share it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AsO00TmdzPM/Tv4fcFF_97I/AAAAAAAAB74/CLH-ClYZvq0/s1600/DSCN1551b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AsO00TmdzPM/Tv4fcFF_97I/AAAAAAAAB74/CLH-ClYZvq0/s400/DSCN1551b.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since our 9 month old puppy loves to chew, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we enjoyed watching her chew off the wrapping of her new toy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WuTteX6Sonk/Tv4e-0ksmOI/AAAAAAAAB6w/-kqZklkdrgc/s1600/DSCN1558b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WuTteX6Sonk/Tv4e-0ksmOI/AAAAAAAAB6w/-kqZklkdrgc/s400/DSCN1558b.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tara got an American Girl doll...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G50Ot3m5IKE/Tv4e_EjFyVI/AAAAAAAAB64/QKcEnlR-Xl0/s1600/DSCN1573b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G50Ot3m5IKE/Tv4e_EjFyVI/AAAAAAAAB64/QKcEnlR-Xl0/s400/DSCN1573b.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and Katie got an IPod!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rq6W-hfTQMA/Tv4e_EBcv-I/AAAAAAAAB7I/tO2A1TEaswk/s1600/DSCN1579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rq6W-hfTQMA/Tv4e_EBcv-I/AAAAAAAAB7I/tO2A1TEaswk/s400/DSCN1579.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mark got a pitchfork and then posed as the stoic farmer icon that he is. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HHLlHhLpWYw/Tv4eKRQ0Z5I/AAAAAAAAB6A/IP3oK3kNPuI/s1600/025b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HHLlHhLpWYw/Tv4eKRQ0Z5I/AAAAAAAAB6A/IP3oK3kNPuI/s400/025b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dad and Mom loved my tears over the Pegity game on Christmas Eve so they pulled out all the stops on Christmas Day and gave me two of my Dad's old toys - a play hospital ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(The name on the front is Plasticville Hospital. Love it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5yg6N3E3Qno/Tv4eFhlfsAI/AAAAAAAAB50/SCKTotFKkjQ/s1600/026b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5yg6N3E3Qno/Tv4eFhlfsAI/AAAAAAAAB50/SCKTotFKkjQ/s400/026b.jpg" width="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and his Viewmaster (from the 1940's). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It works great and I love looking at the retro reels!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of memories!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeTPg5B4EVw/Tv4d1o_iJHI/AAAAAAAAB5o/evGKrP5f-kw/s1600/028b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeTPg5B4EVw/Tv4d1o_iJHI/AAAAAAAAB5o/evGKrP5f-kw/s400/028b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;None of us lacked in the present department, especially Katie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWZ81AzhboM/Tv4dYzjfNxI/AAAAAAAAB5E/9Q81tkqhP5g/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWZ81AzhboM/Tv4dYzjfNxI/AAAAAAAAB5E/9Q81tkqhP5g/s400/031.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best present of all was having Ashley home with her new hubby, TJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Christmas was a memorable one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1o0Ag21-3TU/TvVMoTC2IYI/AAAAAAAAB4s/pSJF0QkS0BM/s1600/scan0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1o0Ag21-3TU/TvVMoTC2IYI/AAAAAAAAB4s/pSJF0QkS0BM/s400/scan0003.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;Merry Christmas from&amp;nbsp;our family to yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-8038091838790083864?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/8038091838790083864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=8038091838790083864&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/8038091838790083864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/8038091838790083864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1o0Ag21-3TU/TvVMoTC2IYI/AAAAAAAAB4s/pSJF0QkS0BM/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-6086715331555585239</id><published>2011-12-20T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T09:41:13.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other blogs'/><title type='text'>Mark Sings</title><content type='html'>Proud wife time! Mark's worship group sang for two of our Advent posts on December 18th and 19th. They did a great job! (My man is the one on the far right.) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="248" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33570091?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="440"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the 19th's post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33565895?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/33565895"&gt;Good Christian Men Rejoice&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/mcleanbiblechurch"&gt;McLean Bible Church&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(the 18th's post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-6086715331555585239?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/6086715331555585239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=6086715331555585239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6086715331555585239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6086715331555585239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/12/mark-sings.html' title='Mark Sings'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-2301263919053421809</id><published>2011-12-10T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:10:49.943-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Thought'/><title type='text'>Just Jesus</title><content type='html'>I have a friend-of-a-friend who has been on my prayer list for almost 18 months now. Missionaries to a closed country in Asia, they came home for a break in the summer of 2010. They took their 7-year-old daughter to the doctor because she had been having several small symptoms that would come and go, like unexplained fevers, leg pain, and fatigue. Their world was turned upside-down when sweet Adah was diagnosed with leukemia. They spent last Thanksgiving and Christmas in the hospital, wondering if it would be their last with her. We all praised the Lord together when Adah's treatment and bone marrow transplant worked. She is still getting tested monthly, but all the tests return normal and Adah's mommy is thrilled to be facing another Christmas season with both of her girls, Adah and Claire. I'm sure you can imagine how precious this time is for their family. She recently wrote this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Our living room looks like some nomads decided to camp for the night. Quilts and blankets hang over the couches and chairs, and a fire is slowly dying in the fireplace. The girls are snuggled into their tents, cozy. As I passed through just now, I paused to eavesdrop, unseen, on their conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"But is he a baby now?" asked Claire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"No. He grew up. Just like you used to be a baby and now you're three." (Adah replying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"I am baby Jesus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"No, Claire. But you were a baby. Jesus was, too. Now he is grown up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"But what is his name now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"Just Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"What does he look like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"I don't know. I never got to see him." (long pause) "He looks like Daddy. Except he has hair."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mom was relating a cute conversation between her little ones, but I was struck by the simple answer, "Just Jesus." Obviously, Adah was pointing out that Jesus still had the same name, but in light of their circumstances, I thought about the significance of His name! Just Jesus - nothing more, nothing less. His name didn't change; He never changes. He is faithful, no matter the circumstances - always there, always upholding His children. In good times and bad, He is Just Jesus - all we need. May you allow Jesus to be all you need this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-2301263919053421809?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/2301263919053421809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=2301263919053421809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/2301263919053421809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/2301263919053421809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-jesus.html' title='Just Jesus'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-1341375974451336611</id><published>2011-12-02T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T09:00:09.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='websites'/><title type='text'>Celebrating Advent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UGYou-M6-g/TtjZMPnjDHI/AAAAAAAAB4g/BT4GOKtsYo8/s1600/Advent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UGYou-M6-g/TtjZMPnjDHI/AAAAAAAAB4g/BT4GOKtsYo8/s1600/Advent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my church, McLean Bible Church, has put together a daily advent email. Each day I eagerly check my inbox for the&amp;nbsp;email where&amp;nbsp;someone from our music department sings (my hubs later in the month)&amp;nbsp;or plays a traditional Christmas song followed by a written devotional. The music has been so good and the devotionals, even better. Since we're still early in the season, I wanted to give you a chance to celebrate Advent with us. You can sign up for the emails &lt;a href="http://advent.mbctysons.org/join-us/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If for any reason you'd prefer not to participate this way, I will be sharing some of the devotions on my blog as we go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have a Blessed Advent Season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-1341375974451336611?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/1341375974451336611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=1341375974451336611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/1341375974451336611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/1341375974451336611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/12/celebrating-advent.html' title='Celebrating Advent'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UGYou-M6-g/TtjZMPnjDHI/AAAAAAAAB4g/BT4GOKtsYo8/s72-c/Advent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-6461353409965743083</id><published>2011-11-30T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:39:48.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Tube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Thought'/><title type='text'>G.O.S.P.E.L.</title><content type='html'>Every December I get a little "fired up" about the coming celebration of Christ's birth. Emmanuel, &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God with Us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, is one of my favorite names because it implies how great His&amp;nbsp;LOVE is&amp;nbsp;for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That He would &lt;strong&gt;Come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Earth,&lt;br /&gt;His &lt;strong&gt;Creation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;Redeem&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following video shares the message in such a dynamic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Enjoy!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jyYFxp7apl4" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-6461353409965743083?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/6461353409965743083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=6461353409965743083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6461353409965743083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6461353409965743083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/11/gospel.html' title='G.O.S.P.E.L.'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jyYFxp7apl4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-684516411394894597</id><published>2011-11-01T08:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T08:49:32.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Thought'/><title type='text'>A New Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EuVziNDcNCY/Tq_p7NWytOI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/qZbPuPn6oaY/s1600/morning+devotions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EuVziNDcNCY/Tq_p7NWytOI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/qZbPuPn6oaY/s1600/morning+devotions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some audacious goals for the month of November! &lt;br /&gt;They are BIG and &lt;i&gt;scary.&lt;/i&gt; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite ready to share them with you yet, but I realized that the bottom line of anything I want to accomplish is really &lt;em&gt;all about God.&lt;/em&gt; He controls my days; He directs my steps and to act differently (accomplish BIG goals) means that I will need to fully rely on Him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean that any audacious goal is really just partnering with the Divine and offering my complete surrender? I know I can't establish new patterns of behavior without the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading in Psalm 62 and found these verses encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;(v 5-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul, wait silently for God alone,&lt;br /&gt;For my expectation is from Him.&lt;br /&gt;He only is my rock and my salvation;&lt;br /&gt;He is my defense;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not be moved.&lt;br /&gt;In God is my salvation and my glory;&lt;br /&gt;The rock of my strength&lt;br /&gt;And my refuge, is in God.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in Him at all times, you people;&lt;br /&gt;Pour out your heart before Him;&lt;br /&gt;God is a refuge for us.&lt;br /&gt;Selah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My expectation is from Him...I LOVE that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&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/2513055535346272365-684516411394894597?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/684516411394894597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=684516411394894597&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/684516411394894597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/684516411394894597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-day.html' title='A New Day'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EuVziNDcNCY/Tq_p7NWytOI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/qZbPuPn6oaY/s72-c/morning+devotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-5541542192461976655</id><published>2011-10-27T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:53:49.455-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>A Down Day</title><content type='html'>It's raining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Texas, but I'm really sick of the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog needs some exercise, but won't go out in the rain. Don't blame her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick since Sunday. I hate being sick. My week has been wasted with tissues and cold medicine. I'd like to be well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I like the farm. (Remember, it's raining and I'm sick; I might like it tomorrow.) Certainly the farm doesn't &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; like home. It somehow feels like a vacation, but I still need to cook, clean, school, and do all the other routine tasks that make a house a home, but I am struggling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent some time thinking about why I'm on-the-fence about the farm. I enjoy the quietness and it is definitely picturesque, but the house isn't our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still rearranging furniture, which I hate to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has my stamp of creativity on it. It's beige walls with our stuff inside. Blech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to "nest," but don't really want to dig into any process. It's as if I don't &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; the farm to become our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;I hope that's just sickness talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-5541542192461976655?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/5541542192461976655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=5541542192461976655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5541542192461976655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5541542192461976655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/10/down-day.html' title='A Down Day'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-5963540572130120562</id><published>2011-10-24T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:00:06.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Thought'/><title type='text'>God is With Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SiRFlc2p9tA/TqLo2ieIC8I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Gyt0VjjU5Y4/s1600/morning+devotions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SiRFlc2p9tA/TqLo2ieIC8I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Gyt0VjjU5Y4/s1600/morning+devotions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I returned from vacation and checked my email, I got the news of two deaths, one cancer treatment and one birth. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; One death was of a good friend who birthed a still-born son, which as a mom touched my heart deeply. I knew my friend would be second guessing herself, asking the "why" questions and struggling. Of course, she is, but her faith is strong and she is walking through this dark time trusting in the Lord. When I thought about each of these emails, I just kept thinking of Hebrews 13:5,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, &lt;br /&gt;“Never will I leave you; &lt;br /&gt;never will I forsake you.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 So we say with confidence, &lt;br /&gt;“The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. &lt;br /&gt;What can mere mortals do to me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In context, Hebrews 13:4-6 reminds us that God gives/takes away in regards to our possessions, that no matter the circumstances, He is with us and we don't have to be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, "Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you" are the two phrases that kept coming to mind, reminding me that all of these people, the ones dealing with death, cancer and an additional child to nuture all needed the comfort this verse gives. As I meditated on this partial verse, I wondered if the Lord was trying to say two different, yet complementary things or was it repeated for emphasis. I think a little bit of both is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Webster's dictionary leave meant: &lt;em&gt;to go away from&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;to fail to include or take along&lt;/em&gt;. Forsake meant: &lt;em&gt;to renounce or turn away from entirely.&lt;/em&gt; Not only is the Lord staying with us, but He is also going to include us. We can't do anything, as believers, to make Him renounce us or turn away from us completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were going through dark times right now that would bring me comfort, but it also speaks to my heart in the calmness of today. He's going to include me. The sin that I repeatedly struggle with is not going to wear Him out so that He wants to give up on me. Today, He is with me. If/when I acknowledge His presence in my life moment by moment He is there to faithfully guide. He will never leave; He will never forsake. Our God is faithful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you find all you need today in His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-5963540572130120562?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/5963540572130120562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=5963540572130120562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5963540572130120562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5963540572130120562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/10/god-is-with-us.html' title='God is With Us'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SiRFlc2p9tA/TqLo2ieIC8I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Gyt0VjjU5Y4/s72-c/morning+devotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-8886366392956031440</id><published>2011-10-22T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T11:57:54.184-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Thought'/><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOP8ECUPpS8/TqLn4lQzAwI/AAAAAAAAB4I/Py2GsI054d4/s1600/morning+devotions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOP8ECUPpS8/TqLn4lQzAwI/AAAAAAAAB4I/Py2GsI054d4/s1600/morning+devotions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I had a prayer request that was potentially life-changing for our family. It was regarding a job. When I shared the request with a fellow homeschool mom, she stopped and prayed with me. Her prayer was centered around me knowing the Lord's will by the peace He would bring as He revealed the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to go away with friends to a cabin in West Virginia where I had plenty of quiet time to ask God to show me His answer. He actually used a secular book, plus Proverbs to answer my prayer, but I kept thinking back to my friend's request, that I would know His PEACE. I had a strong sense of peace to not make any big changes. When I got home and shared with my husband and my mother, both agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Philippians 4:7 kept coming to mind: 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;Do you have anything right now in which you need to know God's mind/will? Pray for the answer to be revealed in His Word and with an overwhelming (can't understand it!) peace. He wants you to have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer for you this week is Romans 15:13, "May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-8886366392956031440?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/8886366392956031440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=8886366392956031440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/8886366392956031440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/8886366392956031440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/10/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOP8ECUPpS8/TqLn4lQzAwI/AAAAAAAAB4I/Py2GsI054d4/s72-c/morning+devotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-5853963736958312901</id><published>2011-09-23T22:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T22:41:17.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Thought'/><title type='text'>Plenty of Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTfSdENbmxE/Tn1BtDblbSI/AAAAAAAAB38/NvrDL99A3QI/s1600/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTfSdENbmxE/Tn1BtDblbSI/AAAAAAAAB38/NvrDL99A3QI/s400/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg" width="275px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today the Lord impressed some thoughts upon me about the word “room.” I began with the thought of our Hosts at church helping families find their rooms on Sunday night. I thought about how blessed we are to have plenty of room for a thriving Awana program. We are very FULL, &lt;em&gt;but we have room&lt;/em&gt;. It made me think of the nativity phrase, “no room for them at the inn” (Luke 2:7) and I thought how the Lord provides the room we need, unlike what He experienced entering our world as a baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, then thought about the “room” the Lord has provided in my own personal life this past month. Earlier this year we experienced the unexpected death of Mark’s father, married off our oldest daughter and had our rental home put on the market, forcing us to make a quick move. I joked about how many other BIG life stressors we could handle, but the Lord has given me a quiet place of rest on our new farm. &lt;em&gt;He’s given me room.&lt;/em&gt; Proverbs 16:9 says, “A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.” I spent the last two years overcommitted in different volunteer capacities. It took a toll on my family, my health, and my peace of mind/spiritual life. The Lord taught me many things as I depended on Him to get me through each day, but I knew at the end of the last school year that it was time to say “no” to those commitments. I didn’t know that He would move us to the country, where logistically it would be impossible to keep my commitments, but I’m glad that I listened and obeyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final thought was about the room the Lord is preparing in heaven. (Please, tell me your minds roam this way too!) John 14:2 tells us that “My Father’s house has many rooms….” I love how The Message says it, “There is plenty of room for you in my Father’s home.” There is such comfort in knowing that the Lord is preparing a place for me, but while He is preparing the place for my future, He has given me all the room I need right now, physically, spiritually…in all ways. He supplies our every need and I’m thankful for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-5853963736958312901?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/5853963736958312901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=5853963736958312901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5853963736958312901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5853963736958312901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/09/plenty-of-room.html' title='Plenty of Room'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTfSdENbmxE/Tn1BtDblbSI/AAAAAAAAB38/NvrDL99A3QI/s72-c/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-7525895223348745206</id><published>2011-09-13T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T09:08:18.717-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><title type='text'>I Love Country Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFb1CTyOwLE/Tm9QcRLp9uI/AAAAAAAAB3c/deOSMb5bvY4/s1600/DSCN1105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFb1CTyOwLE/Tm9QcRLp9uI/AAAAAAAAB3c/deOSMb5bvY4/s320/DSCN1105.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Early morning view. Can you see the moon?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I love the peace and quiet of country life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the slower pace, the dreaming, the ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the mist in the morning over the pastures and I smile when I hear the roosters crow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the crunch of tires on gravel - someone is here to see us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sleeping under a quilt in a cold farmhouse bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love porches and barn doors and crickets in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hearing the neighbor's far-away voice and watch the horses gallop home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a warm crockpot meal after a long day's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to gaze at the starry night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that the farm inspires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love country life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TU3CTtJpLCg/Tm9TYlbANXI/AAAAAAAAB3k/yOtvuHsJJTE/s1600/DSCN1107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TU3CTtJpLCg/Tm9TYlbANXI/AAAAAAAAB3k/yOtvuHsJJTE/s400/DSCN1107.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little while later...dawning of a new day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEl_FF5AQhA/Tm9Ue8rFTUI/AAAAAAAAB30/LvHg2DmpedI/s1600/DSCN1106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEl_FF5AQhA/Tm9Ue8rFTUI/AAAAAAAAB30/LvHg2DmpedI/s400/DSCN1106.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-7525895223348745206?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/7525895223348745206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=7525895223348745206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7525895223348745206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7525895223348745206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-country-life.html' title='I Love Country Life'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFb1CTyOwLE/Tm9QcRLp9uI/AAAAAAAAB3c/deOSMb5bvY4/s72-c/DSCN1105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-6543730188195852812</id><published>2011-09-11T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:14:32.051-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give-Away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><title type='text'>She's Got A Name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAB5_ytZ_ZA/Tm1nl1IJS2I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/LNizDpXvy6o/s1600/Paxson%2BHouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAB5_ytZ_ZA/Tm1nl1IJS2I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/LNizDpXvy6o/s400/Paxson%2BHouse.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It took a while, but we've finally all agreed. I think, like &lt;a href="http://lagirlsweetea.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sweet Tea&lt;/a&gt; commented, the house "told" us what her name should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drum roll, please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Scarlett Hill Farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The farm is set on a hill and the house is trimmed in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We have a Gone With The Wind theme going on in our family (&lt;a href="http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2009/02/gone-with-somethin-but-its-not-wind.html"&gt;see here&lt;/a&gt;) and the name Scarlett is in honor of our Katie. Hill references the Hill of Tara, the ancient seat of the Kings of Ireland, in honor of our Tara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seemed to fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one fussed and trust me, there was a lot of fussing over the other names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara was the one to come up with the name. She's excited about getting a prize for naming the farm.&amp;nbsp; I'll have to come up with something clever. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we settle in here, have a good week, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-6543730188195852812?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/6543730188195852812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=6543730188195852812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6543730188195852812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6543730188195852812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/09/shes-got-name.html' title='She&apos;s Got A Name!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAB5_ytZ_ZA/Tm1nl1IJS2I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/LNizDpXvy6o/s72-c/Paxson%2BHouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-6912488861727057269</id><published>2011-08-30T07:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T07:07:50.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Silliness'/><title type='text'>Hush, Little Baby</title><content type='html'>This is what I'm doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uD0Xve31PNs/TlzAA13Ky5I/AAAAAAAAB3A/ZmagXbSNIfY/s1600/sleeplessness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uD0Xve31PNs/TlzAA13Ky5I/AAAAAAAAB3A/ZmagXbSNIfY/s400/sleeplessness.jpg" width="120px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is what I want to be doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAHxDXrDKx8/Tly_6Z7smfI/AAAAAAAAB24/09PEc1-vPuY/s1600/sleeplikebaby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAHxDXrDKx8/Tly_6Z7smfI/AAAAAAAAB24/09PEc1-vPuY/s400/sleeplikebaby.jpg" width="295px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The sleeplessness has arrived. The anxiety about moving, coupled with the "to do" list running through my head, is hindering my sleep. Feeling rested, I guess, is out for the remainder of the week. My eyes popped open early this morning&amp;nbsp;and I went to bed later than usual last night. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I thought about was, "Can I wash my velvet curtains?" A truly pressing matter. Ha! And no, I can not wash my velvet curtains. Dry clean only. Rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I crept downstairs to the computer, hoping not to wake the dog. I don't want to go outside yet! I made it past her crate and thought I'd tackle some laundry, email and other quiet tasks until the gang starts waking up. Hence, a blog post this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it funny that during my "normal" life I can't seem to find the time to sit and write posts, but put me under the gun for a move and I'm sharing everyday. Can we say commiseration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be able to squeeze in one of these this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fekWr2BNDwE/TlzC_ozsQbI/AAAAAAAAB3I/w4T07dGF5W8/s1600/nap2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fekWr2BNDwE/TlzC_ozsQbI/AAAAAAAAB3I/w4T07dGF5W8/s400/nap2.jpg" width="259px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-6912488861727057269?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/6912488861727057269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=6912488861727057269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6912488861727057269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6912488861727057269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-what-im-doing.html' title='Hush, Little Baby'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uD0Xve31PNs/TlzAA13Ky5I/AAAAAAAAB3A/ZmagXbSNIfY/s72-c/sleeplessness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-8996148768734026773</id><published>2011-08-29T15:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:51:11.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other blogs'/><title type='text'>To Have God's  Eyes</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at my keyboard and can't even find the words to begin writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through a family member, I was "introduced" to Jason and Sara Morris whose daughter was diagnosed with leukemia. AML. I began praying for their family, reading their care page and leaving encouraging messages...from a stranger. But what comfort, I thought, to know that strangers care so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adah, their daughter with cancer, has come through treatment and a bone marrow transplant. Her mom, Sara, writes about their recent move away from the hospital that has been home for the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of the most beautiful posts I have ever read. I'm speechless. It's left me thinking and asking the same question that Sara asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we've buried a parent, seen our first daughter married and are now about to make a major move, one that will drastically change the way we "do" life. Last week we made it through an earthquake and a hurricane. Life just seems a bit crazy, but in it all, what do I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Sara asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have God's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 3 hours today talking to an elderly neighbor on her porch who was saddened to hear of our move. Why did God give me the opportunity to meet someone new on the cusp of leaving? There seemed to be a deeper meaning to the divine appointment today. To have God's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, visit &lt;a href="http://beautifuladdition.wordpress.com/2011/08/28/wanting-to-see/"&gt;Beautiful Addition here &lt;/a&gt;and read Sara's post: Wanting to See. You won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you see His grace today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-8996148768734026773?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/8996148768734026773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=8996148768734026773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/8996148768734026773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/8996148768734026773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-have-gods-eyes.html' title='To Have God&apos;s  Eyes'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-2639090081482944875</id><published>2011-08-28T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T10:43:54.155-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guest post'/><title type='text'>Guest Post - World's Easiest Dog Sitting Job</title><content type='html'>My son, Rhett, has started his own blog: &lt;a href="http://www.myimaginativescribbles.blogspot.com/"&gt;myimaginativescribbles&lt;/a&gt;. So to encourage his writing/blog I have invited him to guest post today. He's been&amp;nbsp;dog-sitting for a&amp;nbsp;homeschool family&amp;nbsp;and shares his experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltVR7FGjebE/TlpRZdHaS5I/AAAAAAAAB2w/a3BArclRwDU/s1600/Muki.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltVR7FGjebE/TlpRZdHaS5I/AAAAAAAAB2w/a3BArclRwDU/s400/Muki.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I have been dog sitting a dog named Muki and I must say I have grown very attached to her. Though I love Muki I don't think she has nearly the amount of personality our own dog has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is far too obedient and sometimes scares me with her obedience. She doesn't snatch up food, even if it is at her eye level. She'll leave it alone if you walk away from it too! She knows what is her food and she leaves your food alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say, "It's potty time," she&amp;nbsp;waits at the back door and she will wait there forever if she must. She doesn't bark over anything, and she doesn't seem to mind anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She eats, sleeps, and goes out and she doesn't bark at you when she wants to do any of these, she just politely waits until you are ready to direct her to the next activity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday she waits for me to get up and when I get up I open the back door and she takes her time. When she comes in, she eats and then she waits for me to&amp;nbsp;take her for a walk. Then after the walk she waits until dinner, goes out every so often and then goes to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest dog alive I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've jokingly called her "Robot Dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I felt compelled to post about her, but she truly is an odd dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-2639090081482944875?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/2639090081482944875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=2639090081482944875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/2639090081482944875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/2639090081482944875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/08/guest-post-worlds-easiest-dog-sitting.html' title='Guest Post - World&apos;s Easiest Dog Sitting Job'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltVR7FGjebE/TlpRZdHaS5I/AAAAAAAAB2w/a3BArclRwDU/s72-c/Muki.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-2143942199559056520</id><published>2011-08-25T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:43:26.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Hug Your Dog Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1eERWHOfgaw/Tlayypg8fJI/AAAAAAAAB2o/U5nm9I5UCzQ/s1600/Hawkeye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1eERWHOfgaw/Tlayypg8fJI/AAAAAAAAB2o/U5nm9I5UCzQ/s400/Hawkeye.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brought me to tears and I wanted to share it with you. To our military, thank you for your service and sacrifice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the story&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/44271018/ns/today-today_pets_and_animals/?GT1=43001"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-2143942199559056520?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/2143942199559056520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=2143942199559056520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/2143942199559056520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/2143942199559056520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/08/hug-your-dog-today.html' title='Hug Your Dog Today'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1eERWHOfgaw/Tlayypg8fJI/AAAAAAAAB2o/U5nm9I5UCzQ/s72-c/Hawkeye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-1925363454941092787</id><published>2011-08-24T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:13:10.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal stories'/><title type='text'>Earthquake</title><content type='html'>How crazy was yesterday's earthquake in Virginia?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is a San Diego boy and we lived in California for the first 12 years of our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived through this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1992 Landers earthquake was a magnitude 7.3 earthquake that occurred on June 28, 1992 with an epicenter near the town of Landers, California. The quake was described at the time as the largest earthquake to have occurred in the contiguous United States in 40 years. At 04:57 local time on June 28, 1992, a large quake awoke much of Southern California. Though it turned out to not be the so-called "Big One," it was nonetheless a very powerful earthquake. The shaking lasted for two to three minutes. Although this earthquake was much more powerful than the 1994 Northridge earthquake, its location out in the Mojave Desert meant that damage and loss of life were significantly less than what they could have been. (Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning of the Landers quake I awoke from my bed feeling the earth ROLL under my feet. It was terrifying! I was a Midwest girl who had sought shelter from many tornadoes in her lifetime, but there was no preparing for this. My natural instinct was to run! I ran screaming and grabbed my sleeping two year-old out of her crib. I ran to the front door and stood screaming in the doorway. From there I watched the earth roll under the street and stood glued in my spot as the power lines swayed ominously. I didn't want to be INSIDE, but I didn't want to go OUTSIDE either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my husband, who had lived through many quakes, awoke as I ran&amp;nbsp;frantically from the bedroom and looked up to see if anything on the wall would fall on his head (his first response from a near-miss as a child.) As my hysteria continued he thought, "Well, I guess I'll have to get up!" Such compassion! Needless to say, I was shaken after that earthquake. An aftershock later that morning made my washing machine "walk" toward me and I was hysterical again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only funny now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the local news and Facebook people were talking about yesterday's 5.8 quake in Virginia. The big question - where were you when it happened? Uh...in the bathroom. How embarrassing! As the house started to shake, I thought calmly, "Oh a quake!" I thought I'd just wait it out. Then it really started to shake and I thought about the structural issues of our townhouse and blurted out loud, "Oh, Lord, please, don't let our house come down!" I ran down the stairs shouting for my family members who had already congregated in the backyard. My husband exclaimed, "That was a good one for Virginia!" (like he was so proud of our state!) He makes me laugh. I was again shaken and started crying, "I HATE those things!" I was not so proud of our state!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earthquakes are a poignant reminder that our life is not our own. At a moment's notice it could change and I was reminded again about priorities. At the dinner table we talked about the spiritual condition of our neighbors and felt the impetus to do more in sharing Christ, because we just don't know when things will change. Sometimes a natural disaster is good for reminding us that God is in control. I'm so glad I KNOW HIM and can TRUST HIM, no matter the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-1925363454941092787?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/1925363454941092787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=1925363454941092787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/1925363454941092787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/1925363454941092787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/08/earthquake.html' title='Earthquake'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-6074925616995919822</id><published>2011-08-20T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:04:31.425-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Silliness'/><title type='text'>Farm Naming Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2T2jGohQiY/TlAC90ktImI/AAAAAAAAB2g/aAKAKmgvHR0/s1600/Paxson+House.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2T2jGohQiY/TlAC90ktImI/AAAAAAAAB2g/aAKAKmgvHR0/s320/Paxson+House.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In my last post I announced that we will be moving to the farm. Our family is having fun trying to come up with a name for the farm and we thought we'd invite you to join in the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to let us know which name you prefer below, OR if you have a name you want to submit and we choose your name for the farm, there will be a surprise gift in it for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family's ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corner Creek Farm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (little boring, but we have a creek that crosses the corner of our property)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Scarlett Meadow Farm&lt;/strong&gt; (submitted by my Dad to go along with our Gone With the Wind themed family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Bonnie Blue Farm&lt;/strong&gt; (same theme idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Scarlett Hill Farm&lt;/strong&gt; (see a trend?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;Far Far Away Farm&lt;/strong&gt; (submitted by daughter Katie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the previous post, it was suggested the farm will name itself once we get there by the only commenter, &lt;a href="http://lagirlsweetea.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sweet Tea.&lt;/a&gt; She may be right, but we're having fun batting around ideas. Hope you'll join in the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-6074925616995919822?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/6074925616995919822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=6074925616995919822&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6074925616995919822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6074925616995919822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/08/farm-naming-contest.html' title='Farm Naming Contest'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2T2jGohQiY/TlAC90ktImI/AAAAAAAAB2g/aAKAKmgvHR0/s72-c/Paxson+House.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-5404353697260631640</id><published>2011-08-18T16:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T16:56:31.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 - Picture a Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Answered Prayer'/><title type='text'>Movin' to the Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNsI08Bilxg/Tk10owoJjwI/AAAAAAAAB2c/8pQPCdnvvng/s1600/Paxson+House.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNsI08Bilxg/Tk10owoJjwI/AAAAAAAAB2c/8pQPCdnvvng/s320/Paxson+House.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We're moving to the farm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 1st we'll be moving out to the country to a place on 5.25 acres, with three barns (2 red), fenced pastures and room for Biscuit to run!&amp;nbsp; Oh my, are we excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't moved in 8 years. This is&amp;nbsp;the longest we've lived anywhere so I've got some packing/sorting/clearing out to do, but while I'm working on that, I thought I'd get you all to help us choose&amp;nbsp;a name for our new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine moving to a nameless farm!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a creek that crosses the corner of our property line so we think we like the name "Corner Creek - something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dreams someday of having a small home business and would love for it to share the moniker of the property. Cornercreekfarm.com has been taken, but not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Corner Creek Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Corner Creek Homestead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see either one of those names sewn into the back of a blanket, or decorating a jam jar label?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, weigh in on what you think would be a great name for our farm. # 1, # 2 or another name you might have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Money pit" has already been shot down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, my kids are all named after Gone with the Wind characters (see &lt;a href="http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2009/02/gone-with-somethin-but-its-not-wind.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;), but we don't have oaks, so Twelve Oaks seems out (and the .com is taken) and Tara is the name of my youngest and I don't want to name the farm after her. She's already a little miffed that she didn't get a "real person's" name. :)&amp;nbsp; But if you're creative, maybe you can come up with something along the movie theme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment with your vote for &lt;strong&gt;Corner Creek Place&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corner Creek Homestead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a name you think we might like, give us a try. If we choose your idea for the name of our place, there is sure to be a gift for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm excited??&amp;nbsp; Whoo hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-5404353697260631640?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/5404353697260631640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=5404353697260631640&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5404353697260631640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5404353697260631640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/08/movin-to-farm.html' title='Movin&apos; to the Farm'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNsI08Bilxg/Tk10owoJjwI/AAAAAAAAB2c/8pQPCdnvvng/s72-c/Paxson+House.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-455972368007777211</id><published>2011-08-08T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T11:20:12.599-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Best Buddy-in-the-making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quotes"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KWZ6vtTwisI/Tj_4HL3FJXI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/kfxpO9R8cOo/s1600/Biscuit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KWZ6vtTwisI/Tj_4HL3FJXI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/kfxpO9R8cOo/s320/Biscuit.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quotes"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had an indoor puppy before and I'm not sure I will ever have one again, but after working 12 hours yesterday, I couldn't wait to get home to see you! Your whole family feels that way when they've been away too long. You make coming home a real treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never understand why people talked about their dogs like they were humans. Now I get it.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure you're the smartest dog to ever roam the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're stubborn spirit fits right into our family. You teach us patience, calmness, how to play with enthusiasm and endurance, sacrifice and most of all, forgiveness and&amp;nbsp;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking pet owners, "How long will this last?"&amp;nbsp; Their unanimous reminders, "She's just a puppy."&amp;nbsp; So there's hope that someday you won't chew&amp;nbsp;up shoes, have accidents, steal toys, eat everything imaginable, bite too hard when you play and run around like a crazy psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're lucky you're cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-455972368007777211?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/455972368007777211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=455972368007777211&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/455972368007777211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/455972368007777211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-buddy-in-making.html' title='Best Buddy-in-the-making'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KWZ6vtTwisI/Tj_4HL3FJXI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/kfxpO9R8cOo/s72-c/Biscuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-4596076767093408504</id><published>2011-06-29T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T11:42:07.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Silliness'/><title type='text'>Patriotic Hodgepodge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394;"&gt;Thank goodness we have the hodgepodge to get us through hump day! Join us at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://joyce-fromthissideofthepond.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-this-weeks-hodgepodge.html"&gt;Joyce's blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;for a hodgepodge hop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://joyce-fromthissideofthepond.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i874.photobucket.com/albums/ab305/SincerelyShannon-designs/Blog%20Buttons/Hodgepodgebutton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. What makes you stand to your feet and cheer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VgZjiofUqQY/TgtBYmvTUrI/AAAAAAAAB1s/WdA9S_4nEjc/s1600/5%2Bbranches%2Bof%2Bmilitary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VgZjiofUqQY/TgtBYmvTUrI/AAAAAAAAB1s/WdA9S_4nEjc/s400/5%2Bbranches%2Bof%2Bmilitary.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Our military!&amp;nbsp; On the Sunday nearest the 4th of July our church plays the anthems of the 5 branches of service and as they play, members of the military&amp;nbsp;(or a family representative) stand for those who have served or are serving.&amp;nbsp; I have to sit through the anthems to see everyone represented, but at the end, everyone stands to give one final ovation as thanks for all our service member's sacrifice.&amp;nbsp; It's my favorite service of the year! Can't wait until Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your favorite patriotic song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;The Star Spangled Banner. Love the history. Love the tune. I hope our national anthem never changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;If you haven't been to the Smithsonian to see the flag that flew over Ft. McHenry, I hope you'll get a chance to visit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HAj5wyg1iRM/TgtBoOS4kvI/AAAAAAAAB10/BWuR_-AsMYc/s1600/Star%2BSpangled%2Bbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HAj5wyg1iRM/TgtBoOS4kvI/AAAAAAAAB10/BWuR_-AsMYc/s400/Star%2BSpangled%2Bbanner.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you believe that opposites attract? If you have a significant other are you opposites? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Absolutely. I think it's God's way of iron sharpening iron, both in spouses and in friends. Mark and I are very different in many ways: how we see life, adventures we'd like to take (what? no polar expeditions for you, honey?), interests, food tastes, the list is endless. But, as Joyce, mentioned in her post, we share the same faith, values, and views on family life. The stuff that binds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You're going to get a behind the scenes look someplace...where would you like that someplace to be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I would like a peek into a national women's conference, like &lt;em&gt;Women of Faith&lt;/em&gt;. I think it would be interesting to see what goes into set up, see the man hours put in, be in the green room with the speakers, etc. It's just a world I would find interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOsGQXB48EE/TgtB7Dk9lOI/AAAAAAAAB18/0gg7fh3tcBQ/s1600/WomenOfFaith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOsGQXB48EE/TgtB7Dk9lOI/AAAAAAAAB18/0gg7fh3tcBQ/s400/WomenOfFaith.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How far would you have to travel to ride a carousel (merry-go-round)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I would have to travel a couple of miles to a local park. I've promised the girls I'd take them this summer, but we might wait until their cousins visit so we can enjoy it all together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LcnIBqVyfgc/TgtCCi4GgoI/AAAAAAAAB2E/RBSGBfeIExg/s1600/Carousel_Horse_Alc2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LcnIBqVyfgc/TgtCCi4GgoI/AAAAAAAAB2E/RBSGBfeIExg/s400/Carousel_Horse_Alc2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I love carosel horses. Maybe it stems back from loving the first movie I ever saw in theaters, &lt;em&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;6. When was the last time you saw fireworks? What was the occasion? Do you enjoy fireworks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394;"&gt;Do sparklers count? We lit sparklers as my daughter and new son-in-law left their wedding for their honeymoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f1TDIK-5IPg/TgtDJ77UdlI/AAAAAAAAB2M/YUU5nnr__r4/s1600/DSCN1340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f1TDIK-5IPg/TgtDJ77UdlI/AAAAAAAAB2M/YUU5nnr__r4/s400/DSCN1340.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;The last 4th of July fireworks I saw in person was two years ago in Washington DC. It's an event not to be missed! I always get misty-eyed when seeing the fireworks over the monuments. I have a very patriotic heart! What a view, huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Of all the 'beauty products' you own, what item do you consider to be the most overpriced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I just haven't bought into the over-priced stuff.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Insert your own random thought here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394;"&gt;Lately, I've been thinking about inspiriation. I hope to do a post later this week on things that inspire me.&amp;nbsp; I would like to makes some decorating changes and create something crafty and have been looking for inspirationa in all kinds of places.&amp;nbsp; What inspires you to make a change or create something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ioef4I7j-ec/TgtDiVfAxWI/AAAAAAAAB2U/VM_pgas1L-M/s1600/InspirationPoint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ioef4I7j-ec/TgtDiVfAxWI/AAAAAAAAB2U/VM_pgas1L-M/s400/InspirationPoint.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&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/2513055535346272365-4596076767093408504?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/4596076767093408504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=4596076767093408504&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/4596076767093408504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/4596076767093408504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/06/patriotic-hodgepodge.html' title='Patriotic Hodgepodge'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i874.photobucket.com/albums/ab305/SincerelyShannon-designs/Blog%20Buttons/th_Hodgepodgebutton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-8977356912403552309</id><published>2011-06-27T09:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:10:33.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 - Picture a Day'/><title type='text'>Back to P365!</title><content type='html'>Back to P365, where I take a picture a day to represent my week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to participate, join us over at &lt;a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara's.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Project 365 button designed by http://richgift.blogspot.com" border="0" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a290/ed77ie/my%20graphics/buttons/sara_p365button09.png" title="Project 365" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Monday, June 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQpEpMu5KxA/Tgh3_88FQ0I/AAAAAAAAB1g/v8QrS2O3z8E/s1600/DSCN0733.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQpEpMu5KxA/Tgh3_88FQ0I/AAAAAAAAB1g/v8QrS2O3z8E/s400/DSCN0733.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had some returns at Sam's Club and came home with Pretzel Crisps and other goodies. (We'd never had them until earlier this month. Now...we're addicted!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjDl2k4jayw/Tgh3yb_07kI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Vs5G7and0r4/s1600/pizza%2Bburger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjDl2k4jayw/Tgh3yb_07kI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Vs5G7and0r4/s400/pizza%2Bburger.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pizza Burgers!&amp;nbsp; I had a meeting Tuesday night and got this ready for my family to assemble for dinner. Yum!&amp;nbsp; You can get &lt;a href="http://angieshomecooking.blogspot.com/2011/06/pizza-burgers.html"&gt;the recipe here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QgLuvyXTtvw/Tgh3sqkSg7I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/_OC16CIqGhM/s1600/Broiled%2BAngel%2BFood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QgLuvyXTtvw/Tgh3sqkSg7I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/_OC16CIqGhM/s400/Broiled%2BAngel%2BFood.jpg" width="355" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://angieshomecooking.blogspot.com/2011/06/broiled-angel-food-cake.html"&gt;Broiled Angel Food Cake.&lt;/a&gt; Oh, my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4LrVmYDS8Zs/Tgh29D3Zr4I/AAAAAAAAB1A/qTzkrdCQ2tU/s1600/DSCN0742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4LrVmYDS8Zs/Tgh29D3Zr4I/AAAAAAAAB1A/qTzkrdCQ2tU/s400/DSCN0742.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Someone's learning Spanish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqKfc6jrpCQ/Tgh28urV2dI/AAAAAAAAB04/xT3K6roJ4g8/s1600/DSCN0759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqKfc6jrpCQ/Tgh28urV2dI/AAAAAAAAB04/xT3K6roJ4g8/s400/DSCN0759.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went to a fellow homeschooler's graduation and saw old friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXv0H5XkKGo/Tgh28auqLyI/AAAAAAAAB0w/Jr6uaCpnwcg/s1600/DSCN0765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXv0H5XkKGo/Tgh28auqLyI/AAAAAAAAB0w/Jr6uaCpnwcg/s400/DSCN0765.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fun day at the water park!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K5NIP5UP1kI/Tgh3e1JksfI/AAAAAAAAB1I/IpSOnEkO7NI/s1600/Training%2BPads.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K5NIP5UP1kI/Tgh3e1JksfI/AAAAAAAAB1I/IpSOnEkO7NI/s400/Training%2BPads.jpg" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Put a few items on Craig's List that the puppy no longer needs! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-8977356912403552309?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/8977356912403552309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=8977356912403552309&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/8977356912403552309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/8977356912403552309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-to-p365.html' title='Back to P365!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQpEpMu5KxA/Tgh3_88FQ0I/AAAAAAAAB1g/v8QrS2O3z8E/s72-c/DSCN0733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-7656277702948909545</id><published>2011-06-24T10:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T13:45:05.848-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Mother's Sheep</title><content type='html'>Last night my Muslim Turkish neighbor had the kid's and I over to visit with her guest, a young man who is visiting for the summer to learn English at the local community college.&amp;nbsp; We had a wonderful time talking about our different cultures and sharing our different perspectives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in the conversation, he asked me about homeschooling. You could tell that he thought it was highly unusual and was a little confrontational, but after homeschooling for 16 years, it's not like I haven't had to &lt;strike&gt;defend&lt;/strike&gt; explain my choice. I was happy to share my reasons with him, including that I believed that God has uniquely made each of my children&amp;nbsp;and that I can give them time and encouragement&amp;nbsp;to focus on their strengths and God-given talents and abilities.&amp;nbsp; BTW, I think each of us as parents can do that, no matter what kind of school choice we make.&amp;nbsp; It was just one of the reasons I stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guest listened politely, but then commented that Rhett was a "mother's sheep."&amp;nbsp; Through interpretation I realized he was saying that my son was a "Momma's Boy" because he spent all day at home with his Momma.&amp;nbsp; To a Muslim man, I'm sure it seems that way.&amp;nbsp; I assured this young man, that although my son (who was sitting right beside me!) was taught at home, he was truly manly. I cited things that my husband had taught him and how he was just about to complete his Eagle Scout award.&amp;nbsp; Of course, much of the conversation was&amp;nbsp;lost in translation and we had a wonderful time visiting, but I awoke this morning thinking about the connection between last night's conversation and a prayer that was shared in the Father's Day message at church on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Father Prayer by General Douglas MacArthur &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;(May 1952)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Build me a son whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should be; a son who will know Thee and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lead him I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here let him learn to stand up in the storm; here let him learn compassion for those who fail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Build me a son whose heart will be clear, whose goal will be high; a son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men; one who will learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; one who will reach into the future, yet never forget the past. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And after all these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of humor, so that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously. Give him humility, so that he may always remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, I, his father, will dare to whisper, have not lived in vain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent my life dedicated to mothering a son who will grow into a man of God who will seek the Lord wholeheartedly and&amp;nbsp;be gentle in spirit/strong in character.&amp;nbsp; I want a son who can do "manly" stuff with the best of them, but be kind enough to have compassion on those who need it.(often his three sisters.) Yes, he's been surrounded by girls day in and day out; that's why we are involved in Boy Scouts. Only men, like my husband and other godly Dad's, can teach our boys how to be the men they're supposed to be, but I can promise you, my son will know the ins-and-outs of living with women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my treasure, but more importantly, He's the sheep of the Lord's, not his Momma's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 100:3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know that the LORD, He is God;It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves; We are His people and the sheep of His pasture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-7656277702948909545?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/7656277702948909545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=7656277702948909545&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7656277702948909545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7656277702948909545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/06/mothers-sheep.html' title='Mother&apos;s Sheep'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-2402126245001348695</id><published>2011-06-22T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T09:27:09.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Hodgepodge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://joyce-fromthissideofthepond.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i874.photobucket.com/albums/ab305/SincerelyShannon-designs/Blog%20Buttons/Hodgepodgebutton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Summer's here-whoohoo! What's your favorite sight, sound, AND smell associated with summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;My favorite sight is seeing fireworks from the vantage point of the Iwo Jima Memorial.&amp;nbsp; The display lights up the Mall and the Lincoln Memorial and Washington Memorial never looked better! With the Capitol in the background it often brings a tear to my eye as I thank the Lord for our&amp;nbsp;free country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Fave sound - kids splashing at the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Fave smell - anything my man cooks on the grill. Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fireflies or lightning bugs...what are they called in your neck of the woods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Don't know what Virginians call them, but this Midwest girl calls them both. Generally, fireflies, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is something from the past week that reminded you of your childhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;This is crazy, but I watched the tv show, Hoarders, and there was a woman on the show who had the same stubbornness as my grandma. It made me miss her very much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Define 'the good life'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;The good life is life with God. Knowing that He has redeemed me and walks with me makes any circumstance bearable.&amp;nbsp; Having children who love the Lord and are following Him is truly the "good life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tell us what we'd see if you took a snapshot of your desk/work space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Well, this is motivating! You can barely see my desktop and, no,&amp;nbsp;I'm not taking a picture. Well, maybe later. It would make a good before/after post. With the wedding earlier in the month, my desk was completely neglected and I have been promising myself to get it put back in order this month, but haven't had the motivation. Maybe this question (and the honest response I had to give) will be just the "kick" I need!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Peaches or watermelon...yes, you have to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Watermelon. Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been skinny dippin'? Is that too much for the Wednesday Hodgepodge? Rest assured we won't need details...unless of course you feel you must but remember, this is a family friendly blog so keep it G rated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Nope. Boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Meet Biscuit, our 3 month-old puppy. We're not quite sure what mix she is since she was a rescue. She has lots of personality, but is coming along in her training. On any given day, she can be a joy and a terror! Sound like a puppy? At the end of the day, we just can't resist that face.&amp;nbsp; (Here she has taken the selvages from some flannel blankets and made them her own.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OO9MK1Ebyuo/TgHqTW4C6cI/AAAAAAAAB0c/jxYCO9S2E1U/s1600/DSCN0395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OO9MK1Ebyuo/TgHqTW4C6cI/AAAAAAAAB0c/jxYCO9S2E1U/s400/DSCN0395.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Joining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://joyce-fromthissideofthepond.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; for Hodgepodge Wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-2402126245001348695?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/2402126245001348695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=2402126245001348695&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/2402126245001348695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/2402126245001348695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-hodgepodge.html' title='Summer Hodgepodge'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i874.photobucket.com/albums/ab305/SincerelyShannon-designs/Blog%20Buttons/th_Hodgepodgebutton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-3392420861030478202</id><published>2011-06-20T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T11:07:41.093-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Thought'/><title type='text'>Perfect Quiet Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0G0tX4g1clc/Tf9fcPQ63FI/AAAAAAAAB0I/czfiL84I-10/s1600/morning+devotions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0G0tX4g1clc/Tf9fcPQ63FI/AAAAAAAAB0I/czfiL84I-10/s1600/morning+devotions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For some time now I have been convicted about the moment by moment surrender of my will to God's.&amp;nbsp; It's a reverberating theme.&amp;nbsp; I've glimpsed some victory, but more often than not, despaired in defeat.&amp;nbsp; I long for Christ to have full reign in my life and I am &lt;em&gt;slowly&lt;/em&gt; learning about Him and His transformational process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week held a lot of defeat, born out of lazy summer days.&amp;nbsp; I am easily discouraged, which is really just a sign of being self-absorbed. &lt;em&gt;"Woe is me"&lt;/em&gt; is really just about me, right?&amp;nbsp; Not about Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in my quiet time today I began the next lesson in my study on the Tabernacle by Beth Moore. (BTW, &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;!)&amp;nbsp; The theme of the day was the complete perfection of the Word of God.&amp;nbsp; It was a positive reminder that all we need to know about God has been given to us in His precious book, the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was done with the lesson, I thought I should read something more so I turned to Psalm 20.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, I thought how lame that I wasn't reading through a specific book and just turned to a Psalm that corresponded to today's date. (Obviously, my thinking needs surrendered too.)&amp;nbsp; Of course, the passage was perfect for my circumstances and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My study Bible explained that this Psalm is a ceremonial song the Israelites would sing before going into battle.&amp;nbsp; This is exactly the encouragement I need as I try to bring my body, mind and heart into subjection to the Father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May the Lord answer you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;defend you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;help you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;strengthen you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;remember you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;accept you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grant you your heart's desire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and fulfill your purpose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some trust in the things of man&lt;/em&gt; (chariots, horses) (me: my own will &amp;amp; thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But We will remember the name of the Lord our God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't transform myself. It is Christ's work alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having my quiet time, my husband interrupted for good-byes before leaving for work. That&amp;nbsp;was enough distraction to give me the desire&amp;nbsp;for a bathroom break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the restroom, I unconsciously started humming a tune.&amp;nbsp; Music is an integral part of our life and often I find the Holy Spirit puts a tune on my heart when I need to hear something specific from Him.&amp;nbsp; When I begin to recognize that I am singing, I am always amazed at the truth He&amp;nbsp;melodically reveals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's song was the hymn, &lt;em&gt;Higher Ground.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Two verses stood out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart has no desire to stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where doubts arise and fears dismay;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tho' some may dwell where these abound, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My prayer, my aim, is higher ground.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to live above the world,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tho' Satan's darts at me are hurled;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For faith has caught the joyful sound,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the song of saints on higher ground.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, lift me up and let me stand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By faith, on Heaven's table land,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A higher plane than I have found;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With transparency, I admit that I had taken two daily devotional readers into the room with me, both &lt;u&gt;Our Daily Bread &lt;/u&gt;and &lt;u&gt;Streams In The Desert&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The themes of the recent readings spoke to me about going through the fire before you can be a light and the idea that combat precedes victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All together, it was quite astounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, may your Word be a light unto our paths today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet us where we are and continue to transform us into your likeness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&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/2513055535346272365-3392420861030478202?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/3392420861030478202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=3392420861030478202&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/3392420861030478202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/3392420861030478202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/06/perfect-quiet-time.html' title='Perfect Quiet Time'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0G0tX4g1clc/Tf9fcPQ63FI/AAAAAAAAB0I/czfiL84I-10/s72-c/morning+devotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-6020251236640927178</id><published>2011-06-18T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T09:46:26.873-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal stories'/><title type='text'>A Daughter's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xTiz_4s8eNM/TfylvaaiGkI/AAAAAAAAB0A/xs6PxhMuO90/s1600/Introbride.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xTiz_4s8eNM/TfylvaaiGkI/AAAAAAAAB0A/xs6PxhMuO90/s320/Introbride.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley makes a beautiful bride ready for her day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q161J4lmwXg/TfylqB77t5I/AAAAAAAABz8/xgyTyXtiM-Q/s1600/mom+and+bride.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q161J4lmwXg/TfylqB77t5I/AAAAAAAABz8/xgyTyXtiM-Q/s320/mom+and+bride.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Proud Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhgI3GV4yuI/TfyljBEvHXI/AAAAAAAABz4/aFvmeYx6-II/s1600/bridewithgirls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhgI3GV4yuI/TfyljBEvHXI/AAAAAAAABz4/aFvmeYx6-II/s320/bridewithgirls.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maid of Honor - Jessica (friend-long hair)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bridesmaids: Chelsea (friend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katie (Sister on right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Flower Girls: Tara (Sister on left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Emma (TJ's sister-front center)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYimaOazAn8/Tfyldzx39WI/AAAAAAAABz0/U1JBkU1xRpQ/s1600/TJwithguys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYimaOazAn8/Tfyldzx39WI/AAAAAAAABz0/U1JBkU1xRpQ/s320/TJwithguys.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TJ (Groom - top)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben (Best Man - 2nd from top)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Caleb (TJ's brother&amp;nbsp;- 2nd from bottom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peter (Friend - bottom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l7nUbI4yLBc/TfykzkiwIHI/AAAAAAAABzk/GDV_TygXc3s/s1600/rhett+at+piano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l7nUbI4yLBc/TfykzkiwIHI/AAAAAAAABzk/GDV_TygXc3s/s320/rhett+at+piano.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rhett (my son), plays for the ceremony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rpo5dIoaZsg/TfykwFQKioI/AAAAAAAABzg/CnXXrPjRcSg/s1600/downtheaisle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rpo5dIoaZsg/TfykwFQKioI/AAAAAAAABzg/CnXXrPjRcSg/s320/downtheaisle.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Proud Dad walks Ashley down the aisle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYuD1SNEECo/Tfykp8X1TWI/AAAAAAAABzc/AluH57Jm2Ag/s1600/I+do.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYuD1SNEECo/Tfykp8X1TWI/AAAAAAAABzc/AluH57Jm2Ag/s320/I+do.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Exchanging Vows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eYIoC7CQCew/Tfykkv_bfYI/AAAAAAAABzY/oesfQWmbNVo/s1600/togetherontherock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eYIoC7CQCew/Tfykkv_bfYI/AAAAAAAABzY/oesfQWmbNVo/s320/togetherontherock.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Unity Rock (Rock-climbing themed wedding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TJ made a rock they could hook their carabiners into, signifying their unity with Jesus Christ, The Rock and each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoucWWQdPSQ/Tfyke8OEUyI/AAAAAAAABzU/w7UGsanQYnQ/s320/just+married+smiles.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing the happy couple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNsv0-5MUL0/TfykZYP3u-I/AAAAAAAABzQ/O5D5yxN_Y9Q/s1600/ashleygreetsguests.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNsv0-5MUL0/TfykZYP3u-I/AAAAAAAABzQ/O5D5yxN_Y9Q/s320/ashleygreetsguests.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley enjoyed greeting guests as they left for the reception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(I wanted you to see her headpiece too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pxXeHHBbIU/TfykKDM_qtI/AAAAAAAABzM/c5SgPaCcfrM/s1600/away+to+the+reception.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pxXeHHBbIU/TfykKDM_qtI/AAAAAAAABzM/c5SgPaCcfrM/s320/away+to+the+reception.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Away to the reception&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(or a short trip around town before coming back to the church for pictures)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFD1sxkQQOE/TfykEhvRqII/AAAAAAAABzI/M5VdYgldbsE/s1600/brideandsisters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFD1sxkQQOE/TfykEhvRqII/AAAAAAAABzI/M5VdYgldbsE/s320/brideandsisters.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The bride with her sisters, Tara (L) and Katie (R)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one makes me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8MFPy8x1ko/Tfyj1Dx0wMI/AAAAAAAABzE/4aaGFhGY44k/s1600/couplewithparents.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8MFPy8x1ko/Tfyj1Dx0wMI/AAAAAAAABzE/4aaGFhGY44k/s320/couplewithparents.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The couple with proud parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pUDQ60Shy_w/Tfyju7XzGwI/AAAAAAAABzA/98Ni1Y0NroA/s320/arrivingatreception.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arriving at the reception&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nlz5xayal2g/TfyjrAVrbBI/AAAAAAAABy8/D0R8pBsjL4U/s1600/receptionkiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nlz5xayal2g/TfyjrAVrbBI/AAAAAAAABy8/D0R8pBsjL4U/s1600/receptionkiss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So in love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZNUIUTgpzU/Tfyji6jnZ_I/AAAAAAAABy4/jGYY5XS4Zvs/s320/reception.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lovely reception was held in the Groom's family&amp;nbsp; backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jzkSp4db5Q/TfyjeRRwg-I/AAAAAAAABy0/IAdkNQSWQLg/s320/cakenice.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At first they were nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H_x7U8NNbE/TfyjYnZiVxI/AAAAAAAAByw/MPf8UTXn75c/s1600/cakenotnice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4H_x7U8NNbE/TfyjYnZiVxI/AAAAAAAAByw/MPf8UTXn75c/s320/cakenotnice.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but that wouldn't be like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPsxwtCE0g8/TfyjUPeIdnI/AAAAAAAABys/JXdqrZCziDE/s1600/cakemess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPsxwtCE0g8/TfyjUPeIdnI/AAAAAAAABys/JXdqrZCziDE/s320/cakemess.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You got something on your face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FD1OU8ehnmc/Tfyit4KtRpI/AAAAAAAAByo/aZQ0Yk1rtko/s1600/firstdance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FD1OU8ehnmc/Tfyit4KtRpI/AAAAAAAAByo/aZQ0Yk1rtko/s320/firstdance.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jzkSp4db5Q/TfyjeRRwg-I/AAAAAAAABy0/IAdkNQSWQLg/s1600/cakenice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UYYJn6xVQF4/TfyiqmAopJI/AAAAAAAAByk/ZC7ltJl-XN4/s1600/tjashparnell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UYYJn6xVQF4/TfyiqmAopJI/AAAAAAAAByk/ZC7ltJl-XN4/s320/tjashparnell.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TJ and Ashley Parnell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;May the Lord bless your marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We love you both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&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/2513055535346272365-6020251236640927178?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/6020251236640927178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=6020251236640927178&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6020251236640927178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6020251236640927178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/06/daughters-wedding.html' title='A Daughter&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xTiz_4s8eNM/TfylvaaiGkI/AAAAAAAAB0A/xs6PxhMuO90/s72-c/Introbride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-6289404304307502556</id><published>2011-05-30T17:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:01:18.362-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Back Soon!</title><content type='html'>Saturday is my daughter's wedding! Ashley got engaged in November so it's been a busy 6 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been keeping up on my weekly pictures (most of the time).&amp;nbsp; They're on my camera! Hopefully, I'll&amp;nbsp;get a chance to share them with you next month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a 6-week-old puppy in the middle of April so that's why I've been absent...it's a full-time job and I already had too much going on.&amp;nbsp; She's a cutie! Can't wait for you to meet her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a quiet summer by the pool! It will be a welcome rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you Soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-6289404304307502556?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/6289404304307502556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=6289404304307502556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6289404304307502556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6289404304307502556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-soon.html' title='Back Soon!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-6578786371546804948</id><published>2011-03-26T13:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T13:04:06.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Thought'/><title type='text'>New Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oNEar8mQ54s/TY4bNYAnNRI/AAAAAAAAByc/Aa_E93MfHxs/s1600/sunrise.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oNEar8mQ54s/TY4bNYAnNRI/AAAAAAAAByc/Aa_E93MfHxs/s320/sunrise.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just when I think I can’t take on any more responsibilities, either physically or emotionally, my circumstances change. I don’t know about you, but I am learning what it means to depend on the Lord &lt;em&gt;through each moment each day.&lt;/em&gt; Some days I’m faithful to keep my awareness&amp;nbsp;on my need for Him and talk with Him “without ceasing,” other days I fall into bed at night and realize I haven’t even thought about the Lord once. How discouraging sin can be! But He is faithful. I’ve always found great comfort in Lamentations 3:22-23, “Through the LORD’s mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness.” I love the renewal that comes with a brand new day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m reading through a book for the second time that talks about simplicity and a verse that was shared in a chapter I read this week was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often I forget to go to the Lord with my “load.” He twice tells us that we will find rest. When I spend the day talking to Him throughout the circumstances that arise, I have a sense of peace that I’m not carrying the burdens alone and that if I keep my eyes on the Lord, He will guide me in the way I should go. It’s so much easier and lighter. His way = His yoke. Every new day is an opportunity to walk with Him faithfully and learn of Him. I hope that encourages you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-6578786371546804948?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/6578786371546804948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=6578786371546804948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6578786371546804948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6578786371546804948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-days.html' title='New Days'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oNEar8mQ54s/TY4bNYAnNRI/AAAAAAAAByc/Aa_E93MfHxs/s72-c/sunrise.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-7745379733793805922</id><published>2011-03-21T15:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T15:57:21.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 - Picture a Day'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Week 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Project 365 button designed by http://richgift.blogspot.com" border="0" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a290/ed77ie/my%20graphics/buttons/sara_p365button09.png" title="Project 365" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a fun-filled week! Tj and Ashley came home for spring break from Wednesday to Sunday and we kept them busy and well-fed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few of the things we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to join in the fun, stop over at &lt;a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2011/03/project-365-week-12.html"&gt;Sara's blog&lt;/a&gt; to see more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, March 13th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aUI0CCa6jp8/TYemh1uld0I/AAAAAAAABx8/twO34kYFISc/s1600/3.13+flag+at+church.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aUI0CCa6jp8/TYemh1uld0I/AAAAAAAABx8/twO34kYFISc/s320/3.13+flag+at+church.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The flag at church caught my eye. So beautiful in the wind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-59Kb1tg8Tdo/TYemjoxqXjI/AAAAAAAAByA/V40lTm75LaU/s1600/3.14+AHG+Troop+meeting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-59Kb1tg8Tdo/TYemjoxqXjI/AAAAAAAAByA/V40lTm75LaU/s320/3.14+AHG+Troop+meeting.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The girls attended their weekly American Heritage Girls troop meeting Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ucxwPmW4FFo/TYemlLSCXBI/AAAAAAAAByE/e-UVsUjJndw/s1600/3.15Outback.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ucxwPmW4FFo/TYemlLSCXBI/AAAAAAAAByE/e-UVsUjJndw/s320/3.15Outback.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Empty house + hunger = early birthday dinner with family for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5vlX16HUuGE/TYemm8o5ObI/AAAAAAAAByI/VPqyEzN1uTY/s1600/3.16playdate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5vlX16HUuGE/TYemm8o5ObI/AAAAAAAAByI/VPqyEzN1uTY/s320/3.16playdate.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Playdate with friends.&amp;nbsp;It was warm enough to play with sidewalk chalk in the cul-de-sac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sCgmp7htT2w/TYemqEPiWZI/AAAAAAAAByM/Z9slXD7UOrY/s1600/3.17-starbuckswithclass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sCgmp7htT2w/TYemqEPiWZI/AAAAAAAAByM/Z9slXD7UOrY/s320/3.17-starbuckswithclass.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My handbell class taking a "field trip" to Starbucks. &lt;br /&gt;They've worked hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BOLMNjlOxUc/TYemr5lCVNI/AAAAAAAAByQ/tY9VZeQOgN0/s1600/3.17-benschilibowl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BOLMNjlOxUc/TYemr5lCVNI/AAAAAAAAByQ/tY9VZeQOgN0/s320/3.17-benschilibowl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We took Tj to a late lunch at&amp;nbsp;a Washington landmark, Ben's Chili Bowl. See my &lt;a href="http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-washington-tour.html"&gt;previous post here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CmvzRDFrGqE/TYemtbm1wsI/AAAAAAAAByU/9J91cFeXp-4/s1600/3.18dragon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CmvzRDFrGqE/TYemtbm1wsI/AAAAAAAAByU/9J91cFeXp-4/s320/3.18dragon.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meet Spartacus! (Tj's lizard.) He&amp;nbsp;is so adorable!&amp;nbsp; BIG personality. The poor thing was probably ready to go back to school after all the attention he got while at our house.&amp;nbsp; Who knew I'd like lizards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rJIjYUIiwr0/TYemu48ctJI/AAAAAAAAByY/Feyvyg5jDJo/s1600/3.19-fullfridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rJIjYUIiwr0/TYemu48ctJI/AAAAAAAAByY/Feyvyg5jDJo/s320/3.19-fullfridge.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My fridge is bulging. I love cooking for the kids when they come home. &lt;br /&gt;We'll definitely have a few days of leftovers.&amp;nbsp; Not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-7745379733793805922?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/7745379733793805922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=7745379733793805922&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7745379733793805922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7745379733793805922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/03/project-365-week-12.html' title='Project 365: Week 12'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aUI0CCa6jp8/TYemh1uld0I/AAAAAAAABx8/twO34kYFISc/s72-c/3.13+flag+at+church.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-4951405967839266535</id><published>2011-03-14T14:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:49:29.241-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 - Picture a Day'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Week 11</title><content type='html'>I've missed the weekly postings&amp;nbsp;for P365 since the end of January because of Dad's death. I spent the first part of February in CA without my computer. The following weeks, I've dealt with grieving and trying to get back in the swing of things. The good news: I still took pictures every day! I'm so proud of myself! Go, Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In&amp;nbsp;today's post I will share all of March's photos with you and then later this week, I'll give you a recap of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, March 1st&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tTv9fmuEb1w/TX5XR08YzsI/AAAAAAAABwk/L7Vg9FsM7m8/s1600/3.1-Mar1PPflowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tTv9fmuEb1w/TX5XR08YzsI/AAAAAAAABwk/L7Vg9FsM7m8/s320/3.1-Mar1PPflowers.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were sent condolences flowers. One side was purple (Tara's favorite), one side pink (Katie's favorite.) It was not intended this way, but was a fun surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4NW4wpVCvkY/TX5XXIOzh6I/AAAAAAAABwo/sc9wmtnW7aM/s1600/3.2-snackcakedessert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4NW4wpVCvkY/TX5XXIOzh6I/AAAAAAAABwo/sc9wmtnW7aM/s320/3.2-snackcakedessert.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A new dessert. The base is Swiss Cake Rolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1ItEvBOg2U/TX5Xb2dHcFI/AAAAAAAABws/wWYLCL2A-Q8/s1600/3.3-muffinsframed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Z1ItEvBOg2U/TX5Xb2dHcFI/AAAAAAAABws/wWYLCL2A-Q8/s320/3.3-muffinsframed.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another new recipe - homemade blueberry muffins. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No Picture! (oops.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CkBMPcBPF90/TX5XgJJGpSI/AAAAAAAABww/l2xGRaLas6Q/s1600/3.5+tractorfun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CkBMPcBPF90/TX5XgJJGpSI/AAAAAAAABww/l2xGRaLas6Q/s320/3.5+tractorfun.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playtime at a local park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-McDJ2tlAnUw/TX5Xo-z59uI/AAAAAAAABw0/35X14gR2Jgw/s1600/3.6-boysatMimis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-McDJ2tlAnUw/TX5Xo-z59uI/AAAAAAAABw0/35X14gR2Jgw/s320/3.6-boysatMimis.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying a new camera out on the boys at Mimi's Cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8vaJRfNepbA/TX5XrZF9RsI/AAAAAAAABw4/Bdj_3RXx7YI/s1600/3.7-fleecetoshare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8vaJRfNepbA/TX5XrZF9RsI/AAAAAAAABw4/Bdj_3RXx7YI/s320/3.7-fleecetoshare.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making fleece blankets with the girls for charity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c70VL_E_8UI/TX5XuXbehvI/AAAAAAAABw8/G3M879yPGOA/s1600/3.8-newcourse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c70VL_E_8UI/TX5XuXbehvI/AAAAAAAABw8/G3M879yPGOA/s320/3.8-newcourse.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking about teaching this course...just thinking and researching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JqGeaRL0ee8/TX5XwmGT1qI/AAAAAAAABxA/J3d-IQQ_Ez4/s1600/3.9-kbreakfast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JqGeaRL0ee8/TX5XwmGT1qI/AAAAAAAABxA/J3d-IQQ_Ez4/s320/3.9-kbreakfast.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katie took a picture of her breakfast. Delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LO3iAiX1fPk/TX5YjCZPlFI/AAAAAAAABxE/ZCn3jmOLsMo/s1600/3.10-paintedfriends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LO3iAiX1fPk/TX5YjCZPlFI/AAAAAAAABxE/ZCn3jmOLsMo/s320/3.10-paintedfriends.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Puppy Dogs and Lady Bugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0wyjUtvRg54/TX5YljMD6rI/AAAAAAAABxI/5Jeht_K9JLE/s1600/3.11-mailtime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0wyjUtvRg54/TX5YljMD6rI/AAAAAAAABxI/5Jeht_K9JLE/s320/3.11-mailtime.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not shorts weather yet, but she was comfortable.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom's shoes were a nice touch to the ensemble!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-X4pN09Thvqg/TX5YpJf1RzI/AAAAAAAABxM/CxR9BzFWidg/s1600/3.12-poisonplate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-X4pN09Thvqg/TX5YpJf1RzI/AAAAAAAABxM/CxR9BzFWidg/s320/3.12-poisonplate.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A little poison on a plate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mark and I enjoyed salads at a restaurant and then paid for them later. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-17w2s3utI-o/TX5YrGeBgLI/AAAAAAAABxQ/-46-Tn0OQwA/s1600/3.12-earcelebrate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-17w2s3utI-o/TX5YrGeBgLI/AAAAAAAABxQ/-46-Tn0OQwA/s320/3.12-earcelebrate.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two beauties with newly pierced ears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2513055535346272365-4951405967839266535?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/4951405967839266535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=4951405967839266535&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/4951405967839266535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/4951405967839266535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/03/project-365-week-11.html' title='Project 365: Week 11'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tTv9fmuEb1w/TX5XR08YzsI/AAAAAAAABwk/L7Vg9FsM7m8/s72-c/3.1-Mar1PPflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-685953423000702918</id><published>2011-03-12T21:04:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T21:26:26.140-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie n Tara'/><title type='text'>Piercing Ears &amp; Heart</title><content type='html'>I had an early breakfast meeting this morning before most of my family was out of bed. After the meeting I had to get home to pick up the girls and drive them to the mall to attend a friend's Build-a-Bear birthday party. When I walked in the door at home, I was greeted with shouts of, "Dad said we could get our ears pierced at the mall!" I replied, "I don't know. It might be too much money." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was thinking on my feet, give me a break.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and girls campaigned until I gave in and this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara up first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUHPK8NhbaA?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/xUHPK8NhbaA?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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie to follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZZi532hVIBc?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/ZZi532hVIBc?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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've watched these&amp;nbsp;videos a few times and feel like a rotten mother &lt;em&gt;every time&lt;/em&gt;, but they were so excited BEFORE and AFTER, that it more than makes up for the drama in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extra girls holding hands were friends from the birthday party that came along for support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1-nvQHFMvXs/TXwp_ny93AI/AAAAAAAABwg/mKGPhvmdurM/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1-nvQHFMvXs/TXwp_ny93AI/AAAAAAAABwg/mKGPhvmdurM/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two happy bedazzled babes!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-685953423000702918?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/685953423000702918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=685953423000702918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/685953423000702918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/685953423000702918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/03/thats-ears-full.html' title='Piercing Ears &amp; Heart'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1-nvQHFMvXs/TXwp_ny93AI/AAAAAAAABwg/mKGPhvmdurM/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-5217766487137731051</id><published>2011-03-11T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T22:11:12.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Answered Prayer'/><title type='text'>Answered Prayer, Part 2</title><content type='html'>The Saturday following Dad's death was pretty quiet. On Sunday morning the kids and I went to church. Hard. I did a lot of crying with friends, but shared the blessings and the details of how the Lord was orchestrating everything perfectly. The kids and I were so numb. I was struggling to wrap up my responsibilities, both at work and at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a team of volunteers at church that receive a weekly email from me with scheduling information and a small Scriptural challenge, usually stemming from something the Lord has been saying to me during my personal devotions. I had two weeks of emails to cover while I would be gone and I needed to get them written up and sent to my supervisor who would be covering for me. In the email for Feb 13th (the second week) I included a challenge on Ephesians 3. I had been thinking on the phrase "abundantly above all we can ask or imagine..." The Lord had been displaying this verse to me that week and I challenged them to look for ways the Lord was revealing Himself in their lives. How was He doing more than they could ask or imagine for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared this challenge with my college-age daughter as we travelled to California and she told me that in the Fall she had changed her life verse to a verse in Ephesians 3. It had great meaning for her, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a couple of days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning we're sitting in Dad's funeral service and the speaker mentions that the passage Dad was studying when he died was Ephesians 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments before he took his last breath, he was reading the same Scripture that the Lord had impressed on our hearts and minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and I looked at each other and started bawling. We were so amazed that God had directed us all to the same chapter in the Bible. What a huge blessing that was to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beyond excited to come back to work and share with my volunteers how the Lord had used this passage, but I had to wait the two weeks, because they wouldn't even receive my initial email until then. You can imagine how excited I was to share in the February 20th email, the revelation that moments before the Lord took Dad home, he was studying the same passage. If that didn't highlight "abundantly above all we can ask or imagine" I don't know what would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the volunteers finally heard the whole story we got some goosebumps together and praised the Lord! I'll never forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past month has been hard. We're grieving. We're trying to imagine how to move forward and the Lord gives us glimpses every day. Some moments are pure joy, some just back to routine. Others are sad. Others lonely. But He is faithful. He is there for us abundantly above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's given us others to care about and pray for to help us get our minds off ourselves. I'm reminded how thankful I am to be a part of His Kingdom work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've gotten this far, you're probably thinking, "that story is so cool," but what would bless me even more is if you took a moment to search your previous week and see if you can find where the Lord revealed His abundance in your life. Where did He do more than you could have ever asked for? How did He go far and above anything you imagined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to reveal Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't see Him. Look for Him this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you seek Him, He will be found. He promises. (Proverbs 8:17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-5217766487137731051?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/5217766487137731051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=5217766487137731051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5217766487137731051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5217766487137731051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/03/answered-prayer-part-2.html' title='Answered Prayer, Part 2'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-3772209173827862043</id><published>2011-02-06T21:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:43:57.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Answered Prayer'/><title type='text'>Answered Prayer, part 1</title><content type='html'>Thank you for your prayers and kind words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed how the Lord has perfectly orchestrated the details of the past week.  His love and care have been evident in BIG and small ways, reminding me that when you are looking for Him, He will be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, Mark, flew out to CA within hours of hearing of his father's passing.  Our family had not gotten much sleep Thursday night so by Friday noon I was staring at the wall, unable to function. I decided to take a nap, but once I climbed into bed, my mind started racing.  I decided to pray, hoping to quiet my mind.  I think Friday's prayer was more of a negotiation, along the lines of one of David's prayers in the Old Testament.  I was somewhere between begging and informing the Lord of my need to get my four kids and I to the funeral on my available funds of $1500. He knew we needed to go, right?  I remember my last thought being, "If I have to rent a van and drive it across the country, Lord, I will do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke a couple of hours later and went to the computer to check out Enterprise Rent-a-Car.  I could rent a mini-van for two weeks for about $600. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. Then I decided to try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Orbitz&lt;/span&gt; to find my college-age daughter a flight. There was no way she could be away from school for 2 weeks.  The cheapest ticket was $750. Ouch. Not doable.  I was thinking there was the possibility that she would not be able to get to the funeral, when I went back to the Enterprise site and decided to check out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cheaptickets&lt;/span&gt;.com.  I'm such a travel novice and figured that I wouldn't get much lower than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Orbitz&lt;/span&gt;, but when the page loaded I found 7 different options of $283!  Crazy! We hadn't found that price for Mark earlier in the day and who travels coast to coast at the last minute for $283?  People who trust the Lord to make the way?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up purchasing 5 tickets for that ridiculously low price, totaling $1570. I love how the Lord provides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got closer to our Tuesday departure time I became more and more anxious. We had to catch a connecting flight through Kansas City.  It didn't take a weatherman for me to know that IF we got to Kansas City in the middle of last week, we wouldn't be leaving the snowbound city.  I was letting the worry get to me, but through my son's encouragement I kept my hair appointment on Monday.  My beautician is an Arab believer and as I cried in the chair about my fear of not getting to CA in time for the funeral, she said these heart-piercing words, "The Lord knows what &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; desire. He wants you to desire what &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; desires."  My spirit was immediately quieted as I realized that He already knew the outcome. He knew whether we would make it through that huge storm or not.  I needed to trust Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and thought I should just call the airline and ask if they could reroute me. I had no more available funds to spend on the tickets so if I requested a change, they would have to give it to me for free. I figured there was no chance.  I called and talked to Peggy in Milwaukee.  She said that she couldn't find another route at first. She checked out her own city, but based upon her local weather forecast thought it would be just as sketchy as Kansas City.  I asked if she had any connectors in the south and she said, "No, but what about Denver?"  We both got online to check out Denver's weather forecast and found that they only had 1-2 inches of snow coming their way. No big deal for snow-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;savy&lt;/span&gt; Denver.  I asked her if there was any charge for the change and she said, "No, it's free!"  I told her she was my new best friend in Milwaukee and then praised the Lord, letting her know that I had prayed the Lord would find a way for us to get to CA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day while the Midwest came to screeching halt, we flew at 38,000 feet over the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I've felt most of this week. Soaring over the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-3772209173827862043?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/3772209173827862043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=3772209173827862043&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/3772209173827862043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/3772209173827862043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/02/answered-prayer-part-1.html' title='Answered Prayer, part 1'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-3574622486272645755</id><published>2011-01-31T23:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:38:45.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 - Picture a Day'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Week 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Join us over at &lt;a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara's&lt;/a&gt; for Project 365. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a great way to remember the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-365end-of-project.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Project 365" border="0" alt="Project 365 button designed by http://richgift.blogspot.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a290/ed77ie/my%20graphics/buttons/sara_p365button09.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Monday, January 24th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TUeLJbtHQFI/AAAAAAAABwM/WMy8JdS_r-w/s1600/24-Blackhawk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568572458438967378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TUeLJbtHQFI/AAAAAAAABwM/WMy8JdS_r-w/s400/24-Blackhawk.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blackhawk at the Udvar-Hazy Air &amp;amp; Space Museum. We spent the afternoon touring the museum with Mark's parents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tuesday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TUeLJWQ7xWI/AAAAAAAABwE/EPddJVtwzus/s1600/25-Dad%2B%2526%2BMom%2BM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568572456978597218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TUeLJWQ7xWI/AAAAAAAABwE/EPddJVtwzus/s400/25-Dad%2B%2526%2BMom%2BM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't actually take this picture, but borrowed it from Mom because one of the last things we did together before they left was make a run to Starbucks to warm up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TUeLJP9d_BI/AAAAAAAABv8/8D8OV11cHkw/s1600/26-Grandma%2527s%2BQuilt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568572455286340626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TUeLJP9d_BI/AAAAAAAABv8/8D8OV11cHkw/s400/26-Grandma%2527s%2BQuilt.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I spent Wednesday and Thursday working on some quilting projects. These are squares that my Grandma had made. I inherited them. I laid them out to see what I could make out of all the stripes. It has potential.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TUeLIxH5WOI/AAAAAAAABv0/qAPdx1X3I5E/s1600/27-1st%2BSnow%2Bstorm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568572447008577762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TUeLIxH5WOI/AAAAAAAABv0/qAPdx1X3I5E/s400/27-1st%2BSnow%2Bstorm.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally some snow!! We had a wonderful lazy day enjoying the snow. I did, however, feel sorry for the neighbor who's work truck is under this tree. Ouch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Late Thursday night we got a call that Mark's father passed away from a massive heart attack. I've been so busy making plans/arrangements that I didn't even think about taking pictures. Tomorrow (Tuesday) we fly to CA so maybe I'll get back in the swing of things as we travel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The funeral is Wednesday at 11am. We'd appreciate your prayers for traveling safety (can we make it over the Midwest storm?) and comfort for our family. I'll be gone a couple of weeks and maybe unplugged. If you don't hear from me, I'll catch up when I get back!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-3574622486272645755?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/3574622486272645755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=3574622486272645755&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/3574622486272645755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/3574622486272645755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/01/project-365-week-5.html' title='Project 365: Week 5'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TUeLJbtHQFI/AAAAAAAABwM/WMy8JdS_r-w/s72-c/24-Blackhawk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-1802607688911830850</id><published>2011-01-29T15:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:27:34.901-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal stories'/><title type='text'>A Father's Passing</title><content type='html'>Thursday night we received the call that Mark's father passed away from a massive heart attack while reading his Bible in preparation for Sunday's sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a whirlwind of activity, phone calls, and little rest ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, Mark, is the oldest of five children and flew yesterday from Virginia to California to take care of his Mom and all the arrangements. We will follow soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, words are hard. Tears are flowing. Mom and Dad were just with us last week for a visit. In the previous post you can see them playing a board game with us. Life can change in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; change in an instant a few times in our lives. If we have the Lord, He carries us beautifully through. How do others do it without Him? I can't imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many details that the Lord is orchestrating perfectly and I want to share them with you, but I'm too tired to think, let alone write at the moment. I will do my best to share His faithfulness with you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel led to pray, please ask for wisdom and strength for Mark and safety for family and friends who will be traveling, some even from the other side of the world. And, of course, comfort for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-1802607688911830850?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/1802607688911830850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=1802607688911830850&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/1802607688911830850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/1802607688911830850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/01/fathers-passing.html' title='A Father&apos;s Passing'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-5502782836703527046</id><published>2011-01-23T21:47:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:50:28.721-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 - Picture a Day'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Week 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Join us over at &lt;a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara's&lt;/a&gt; for Project 365. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a great way to remember the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-365end-of-project.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Project 365" border="0" alt="Project 365 button designed by http://richgift.blogspot.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a290/ed77ie/my%20graphics/buttons/sara_p365button09.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday, January 16th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTz1AkFn2OI/AAAAAAAABvs/lf_OMcHAV5c/s1600/16-Jan%2Bcalendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565592629559154914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTz1AkFn2OI/AAAAAAAABvs/lf_OMcHAV5c/s400/16-Jan%2Bcalendar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 2011 calendar for January says, "May the hand of a friend always be near you...May your heart be filled with gladness to cheer you." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTzpIAoxMfI/AAAAAAAABt8/Z3feiWDxFks/s1600/17-Katie%2Bpaper%2Bwad%2Bfight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565579563342311922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTzpIAoxMfI/AAAAAAAABt8/Z3feiWDxFks/s400/17-Katie%2Bpaper%2Bwad%2Bfight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katie and Dad were having a paper wad fight at the end of a meal. Katie ran off and came back to the table dressed for protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTzpH0v6PcI/AAAAAAAABt0/Yy4xSFQo6BY/s1600/18-Cheeseburger%2BPie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565579560151039426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTzpH0v6PcI/AAAAAAAABt0/Yy4xSFQo6BY/s400/18-Cheeseburger%2BPie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheeseburger Pie...not as photographic as I'd like on a red plate, but comfort food around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTzpAzyUDSI/AAAAAAAABts/2hHss0z9OM8/s1600/19-Giveaway%2Bcookbooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565579439633599778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTzpAzyUDSI/AAAAAAAABts/2hHss0z9OM8/s400/19-Giveaway%2Bcookbooks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clearing out the clutter...cookbooks to give-away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTz0NT0ar-I/AAAAAAAABvk/9b8AxsjJ5kw/s1600/20-Fat%2BSnowman%2Bsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565591749018693602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTz0NT0ar-I/AAAAAAAABvk/9b8AxsjJ5kw/s400/20-Fat%2BSnowman%2Bsign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So true... (sign hanging in my kitchen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTzu3th_rrI/AAAAAAAABvc/RRjeF3MPUcY/s1600/21-Settlers%2Bof%2BCatanb.PNG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565585880405487282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTzu3th_rrI/AAAAAAAABvc/RRjeF3MPUcY/s400/21-Settlers%2Bof%2BCatanb.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In-laws from CA visiting. Teaching them how to play Settlers of Catan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTzpADXuzbI/AAAAAAAABtU/Hgpxy9EvHoY/s1600/22-Zwieback%2BCollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565579426637204914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTzpADXuzbI/AAAAAAAABtU/Hgpxy9EvHoY/s400/22-Zwieback%2BCollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Mom M. teaching me how to make zwieback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTzo_naoZ2I/AAAAAAAABtM/d65kBIDOnfM/s1600/23-Hot%2BBurger%2BCollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565579419133175650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTzo_naoZ2I/AAAAAAAABtM/d65kBIDOnfM/s400/23-Hot%2BBurger%2BCollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My son ate the hoochie koochie burger with added hot sauce from Red Hot &amp;amp; Blue. The last bite was a tough one, but sweet victory went down well with milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-5502782836703527046?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/5502782836703527046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=5502782836703527046&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5502782836703527046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5502782836703527046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/01/project-365-week-4.html' title='Project 365: Week 4'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTz1AkFn2OI/AAAAAAAABvs/lf_OMcHAV5c/s72-c/16-Jan%2Bcalendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-1104179876439654443</id><published>2011-01-17T09:17:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T09:43:41.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><title type='text'>Organization Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The following three posts contain my speech given to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; moms at a support group meeting last Thursday. I hope you'll take the time to read it through to the end. My heart's desire is that you will be encouraged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think Differently About Organization!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organization. I venture a guess that when you hear someone is going to talk on the subject of organizing, you mentally think to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt; in one of three ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first group thinks, “I’m organized already. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, well, maybe not &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but I love this stuff so I’m good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second group thinks, “Organized? I’m in survival mode, lady! I don’t need the guilt, thank you very much. Please, go home and clean a closet or something and enjoy yourself. Right now I’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; got “x” to deal with and can’t even think about organizing something.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are a few of you who just hope I’ll touch on one or two areas that so desperately need attention in your life. You’re just looking for a fresh idea to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At different times I’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; thought all these things. So my goal today is to share something that will be useful, no matter what you may be thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that Organization is more about thinking than doing. I don’t have hard facts to back me up, but go with me for the moment and let’s say the process of organization is something like 80% thought and 20% execution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we read an article on organization from a newsstand magazine it is often full of concrete tasks: “configure your closet like this, put your files in this order, set goals, prioritize and plan your week around it all.” They’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; tried to remove the thinking part for us and give us doable solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some instances, we adopt the idea presented and it works well. Other times we create our own variation on the idea and incorporate it. But all too often, we either know inherently that the idea won’t work for our lifestyle or we try it and find that we just don’t conform to it’s intended success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of these experiences we come to a talk on Organization with a preconceived notion of what we’ll receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I’d like to explore the supposition that Organization is an 80/20 principle and mainly focus on the thinking aspect – the 80%. I’ll share some doable ideas along the way and give you a chance at the end to share at the tables, but let’s see if we can think differently about Organization this morning.&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most well-known mantras of all things Organization is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Strive for balance.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to challenge you with the thought to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Strive for Imbalance.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If balance is defined as trying to do it all, if it means giving our home, family, work and ministry equal time and energy, then it will be nearly impossible to maintain and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unfulfilling&lt;/span&gt; on those few occasions when we do “strike a balance.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29:11, "For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." (See also Jeremiah 1:5, Acts 13:36)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s look at Christ and His disciples as examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s pretty safe to assume that Jesus probably had some carpentry skills because in Biblical times a son usually followed his father in making a livelihood. Even if, after Christ was found teaching in the Temple as a young boy, and it started to become clear that Christ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t going to join the family business, my guess is that Joseph still shared his handiwork and knowledge with his son as a way to share himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Christ reached adulthood he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t take over Joseph’s shop and try to set up His Kingdom on the weekends. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, you’re thinking that’s a drastic example, but what about the disciples? He called them away from their chosen professions to accomplish what they were created to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the doubters, who are thinking, “Yeah, but Paul made tents &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; spread the gospel throughout the known world,” that’s true, but Paul’s wage-earning job he tells us was an integral part of being seen as a Christ-follower with pure motives. &lt;em&gt;He still had a singular purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Marcus Buckingham in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find Your Strongest Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; defines a strength: not as something you’re good at, but rather as an activity that makes you feel strong. You may be good at something, but the doing of it bores you to tears! A strong moment is an activity where the doing of it invigorates you. You look forward to it. When you do it you become so immersed that time speeds up and you lose yourself. After doing it, you feel authentic and connected to who you really are. In essence, you are doing something you were created to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; thought differently about balance in this way, I’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; identified some of my strong moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At co-op, teaching music is a strong moment for me. Someone else could certainly do it better, but I love it. I look forward to it. I get lost in the fun of it and I feel satisfied when I’m done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also occurs when I welcome a visiting family at the church where I work or when I try a new hobby/craft, like quilting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Mr. Buckingham’s book I’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; recognized that I have a strong “creator” gene. I love creating a fun learning environment, a new experience for people, and gifts that I’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; made with my own hands. These are strong moments for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean that I ignore the other areas of life to live in the strong moments? Of course not. There is still minimum maintenance. Do I still need to grocery shop, do laundry and answer email? Of course, I do. However, I don’t want to “balance” home, work, school, kid’s sports, music lessons, scouts, and relationships, etc. – giving each equal weight, priority or time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may think that we don’t &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do that, but if you look at how we spend our time, we’re &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;trying to be the BEST at each and every thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Making each moment count might mean that you do a passable job on something that is a low priority so you can redeem the time to do something God has created for you to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a different way to think about priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-1104179876439654443?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/1104179876439654443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=1104179876439654443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/1104179876439654443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/1104179876439654443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/01/think-differently-about-organization_17.html' title='Organization Speech'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-445668866532291616</id><published>2011-01-17T09:01:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T09:43:06.739-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><title type='text'>Organization Speech, part  2</title><content type='html'>Another common piece of advice regarding organization is that we should &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prepare for the day the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; all heard that we should pack the backpacks &amp;amp; lunches, choose &amp;amp; maybe even layout our clothes, and gather all the necessary paperwork the night before to make the next day go smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about you, but that’s a tough one for me to follow through on most of the time. Once we get dinner done and cleaned up, kid’s bathed, brushed and tucked in, all we want to do is have some quiet time to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may know it’s only going to take 15-20 minutes to actually get everything ready, but we tell ourselves we’ll have that time in the morning. By morning I’m usually questioning my sanity for not having those things completed, but then I stumbled upon a new way of looking at my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jewish day begins at sundown, rather than in the middle of the night for us. For a while I put into practice this mental shift and it made it easier for me to prepare for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I utilize the half hour or so of cooking time prior to eating dinner to get the kids to pick up toys and schoolwork. Then they pack any necessary bags for the next day and put them near the front door. By the time dinner is cleaned up, the preparations for morning are complete and we can all enjoy leisure time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if the mental shift of defining a 24 hour period will help you, but it is a different way to think about your day.&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The popular wisdom of today says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;look at what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t work and fix it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, right? Buy a new tool or gadget to solve your organizational dilemma. There are a variety of solutions for every task imagined, but maybe the answer to your problem could be found in something in which you already succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone in this room is great at some skill that falls under life-management or organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Maybe you're rarely late, maybe you only have today’s email in your inbox (please share!), maybe you never miss someone’s birthday or Dr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;appts&lt;/span&gt;, maybe your craft/hobby is efficiently organized, maybe you get a homemade dinner on the table each night, maybe your house gets cleaned regularly, maybe others depend on your in a crisis, or maybe you have no problem mending clothes. (Does anyone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; children outgrow their clothes in the mending pile?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone does something well!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Think about what it is that you do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend time thinking about “why” it works for you. Is the time of day good? Do you have a designated place? Do you allow yourself extra time? What is it that makes it easy for you to succeed? Then borrow the successful element and apply it to a trouble spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, many years ago I used a professional librarian’s filing system in my home. Everything was neatly filed in coded folders and the contents could come and go without any disruption to the system. It was a beautiful masterpiece, but it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t work very well for me. To find what I needed, I had to use the master list at the beginning of each category, which proved to be tedious. I ended up memorizing the codes of my frequently pulled folders just to get to them quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years into this system, I was introduced to a home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;décor&lt;/span&gt; 3-ring binder idea. I created a visual party of color and ideas by clipping magazine pictures and affixing them to paper in 3-ring binders. I added page protectors for drop-in items, and had the time of my life dreaming about decorating projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in frustration as I rummaged through a certain section of files, I thought, “This would work so much better in a 3-ring binder.” I borrowed the success of something that worked for me and applied it to a trouble spot. It proved to be genius and now MOST of my paperwork is tucked away in labeled 3-ring binders. I have binders for co-op, work, Christmas, home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;décor&lt;/span&gt;, forms, address/phone directories, recipes, devotions/prayer and several others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often applied this idea to find other solutions and it has worked time and time again. Remember, you’re organizing for the way you live not living for the way you organize!&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-445668866532291616?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/445668866532291616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=445668866532291616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/445668866532291616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/445668866532291616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/01/organization-speech-part-2.html' title='Organization Speech, part  2'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-7077050633134024778</id><published>2011-01-17T08:45:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T09:42:21.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><title type='text'>Organization Speech, part 3</title><content type='html'>I don’t know about you, but I’ve never had a room I thought was ready for a spread in Southern Living. Guess what? If real people &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the home featured, it doesn’t always look picture-perfect either. We often think our level of organization, cleanliness or décor should rival the media’s example, but we need to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think differently and give ourselves some grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (&amp;amp; others too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll always have struggles in some areas. Try for minimum maintenance where you are not strong and shine in your strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organization looks different to every single person in this room and it looks different to every single person in your family. We shouldn’t feel pressured to meet an organizational standard set out in a magazine or by a friend. You may have to compromise with those you live with, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;be who God created you to be&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Organization isn’t the end-all to a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 15 years into my marriage before I realized that I needed to give grace as to how I defined myself as a homemaker. In 2003, I had a 13-year-old, a 10-year-old, a 1-year-old and a newborn. I was overwhelmed! I had an older woman as a mentor who met me for coffee one night every week during that year and she was my lifeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember meeting one evening and she listened as I cried &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about not being able to do it all. She stopped me and said, “I have two assignments for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, keep a record for 2-3 days on how you spend your time. Write down everything – changing diapers, feeding babies, answering phone calls – everything.” I thought she was nuts! Didn’t she just hear me say I was overwhelmed? The thought of keeping pen and paper nearby to jot down every dribble was at best irritating, but I liked her so I said I’d try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second assignment was to make a list of everything I thought I should accomplish that week. I thought, “No problem! I keep lists of everything. Would you like that in Excel or Word?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I started my time log and within 6 hours I was blown away by how my time had been used. It had been a typical day and I had not stopped – not even for a 5 min. break to get a drink or use the restroom. It was one feeding, changing, schooling, cleaning moment after another and I felt like I had not really accomplished much that day. Certainly the house didn’t look like I had done anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mentor and begged permission to quit the time log. I had gotten the point. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was working hard at being a good mom and sometimes it’s hard to see tangible results when we’re succeeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The following week I brought the time log and my list (in Word) to our coffee session. She looked at the time log with a knowing smile and set it to the side, making only the comment to let the machine pick up the phone during school hours. Then she took in hand the list of tasks for the week, took out her pen, and began crossing items off the list. I gasped, “What are you doing?” She handed me back the list, which had half the tasks marked out and she said, “that’s what you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do every week.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little dumbfounded. She had marked out volunteer opportunities and ironing (yes!), but what really put me in a tizzy was that she had put a line through mopping. I had a crawling 1-year-old; I had to mop! She explained that my 10-year-old could sweep the floor daily, but that mopping every week at this time wasn’t necessary. I left a little incredulous, but…I didn’t mop that week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She instructed me to care more about my children’s well-being and development before any household task. If I did that then I would be a success. That was the best advice ever given to me and I think differently by giving myself grace when the list doesn’t get done.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you can pick up a book on organizing without reading the recommendation to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ask others for help&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I agree with that advice, but I think we often leave out the most important person to seek help from – the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last year and a half the Lord has been steadily teaching me about how to walk with Him moment by moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 37:23 tells us, “The LORD makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamentations 3:22-26, “Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.” The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 9:8 “And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think you can't do it, turn to 2 Cor 9:8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago I was folding laundry and mentally spiraling with the thoughts of all I had to do. I quickly said, “God, what do I do first?” Immediately the confusion and angst lifted and I knew which task to move to next. I was floored by His quick response. I had kept a prayer journal most of my life and knew He answered prayer, but it was usually slower than I liked. I thought that’s the way He worked so when He answered within seconds I was amazed.Off and on I continued asking for His immediate direction with daily tasks and He always answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week I was getting ready for my daughter’s birthday party. I had to-do’s that were pressing from many areas in my life and I knew I could not accomplish the most important ones without His help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an action item of making salsa. I kept returning to the kitchen and my to-do list thinking, “I’ve got to make the salsa early so the flavors can meld before dinner.” Yet each time I quickly asked the Lord what to do next He directed me to other items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Salsa, Lord? No.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour before the party I was in Target making a last minute purchase when the idea struck me to go to our favorite nearby Mexican restaurant and purchase salsa and queso blanco for the meal. I had never done that before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the purchase and when I served it at the meal it was a huge hit! My daughter said it was so cool to have her favorite salsa and cheese dip at home for her birthday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, “Ok, Lord, so that’s why no salsa. Thanks for helping me make her night special and for getting me through my day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Chronicles 32:8b says, “but with us is the LORD our God to help us and to fight our battles.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 46:1 “God is our refuge and strength, a very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;present help &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in trouble.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share one more aspect of seeking the Lord’s help step-by-step. As you can imagine, it has strengthened my spiritual life, but it has also helped me with managing my daily life. With His help I realize that I have a trigger or a key element that plays into whether I have a profitable day or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can muddle through my day sick, hungry or upset, but I can’t function when I’m tired. To walk with the Lord through each day well, I need my rest. I asked my oldest daughter if that were true for her and she said, “No.” She could get through tired, but once hunger sets in, she struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to ask the Lord to show you what you need to do to walk with Him on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion, although I think you could have a more effective aptitude for Organization if you spent more time thinking about it, I believe even more so that if you give your mind to the Lord He will change your thinking, not only about organization, but about what’s important in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-7077050633134024778?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/7077050633134024778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=7077050633134024778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7077050633134024778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7077050633134024778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/01/organization-speech-part-3.html' title='Organization Speech, part 3'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-838317707341385667</id><published>2011-01-16T08:55:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:54:32.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 - Picture a Day'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Week 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-365end-of-project.html"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img title="Project 365" border="0" alt="Project 365 button designed by http://richgift.blogspot.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a290/ed77ie/my%20graphics/buttons/sara_p365button09.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Join &lt;a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2011/01/project-365-week-3.html"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt; for Project 365 where you'll make new friends and capture 2011 in pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday, January 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTL5E5FdEyI/AAAAAAAABs0/YCvoxg4CNac/s1600/9-Greeter%2BSchedule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562782352194474786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTL5E5FdEyI/AAAAAAAABs0/YCvoxg4CNac/s400/9-Greeter%2BSchedule.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rough draft of my volunteer's schedules at church for the first quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Update: I schedule 31 volunteers at 13 different greeter/check-in stations for our children's department on Sunday PM. So the words you can kind of make out are just abbreviations of the stations.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTL5Ezl9zyI/AAAAAAAABss/RqW7PXg5Aeg/s1600/10-washer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562782350720225058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTL5Ezl9zyI/AAAAAAAABss/RqW7PXg5Aeg/s400/10-washer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There to greet me every Monday morning. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTL48YQbUzI/AAAAAAAABsk/buOjlnX-6Sc/s1600/11-Katies%2Btooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562782205943173938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTL48YQbUzI/AAAAAAAABsk/buOjlnX-6Sc/s400/11-Katies%2Btooth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lost tooth. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTL48O4CXOI/AAAAAAAABsc/qVlnP6bTAbk/s1600/12-Egg%2BSandwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562782203424955618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTL48O4CXOI/AAAAAAAABsc/qVlnP6bTAbk/s400/12-Egg%2BSandwich.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; get a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hankerin&lt;/span&gt;' for an egg sandwich sometimes? It just looked like a work of art to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTL4783BpJI/AAAAAAAABsU/02KoBYj3o4w/s1600/13-speech%2Bn%2Btea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562782198588875922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTL4783BpJI/AAAAAAAABsU/02KoBYj3o4w/s400/13-speech%2Bn%2Btea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I spoke to a support group of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; moms on organization during the day and began a new Bible study with my neighbor that evening where I used my Grandma's china for the first time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTL47vVE4fI/AAAAAAAABsM/30ot1uD7cHk/s1600/14-gum%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562782194956820978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTL47vVE4fI/AAAAAAAABsM/30ot1uD7cHk/s400/14-gum%2Bcollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These sayings in the Extra Gum crack my girls up. They especially like the message in the green box.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTL47Z4UAzI/AAAAAAAABsE/8NsbSe4sQl8/s1600/15-Zoobles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562782189199033138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTL47Z4UAzI/AAAAAAAABsE/8NsbSe4sQl8/s400/15-Zoobles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zoobles&lt;/span&gt; have now entered our domain. The girls received these as favors from the birthday party they attended Saturday afternoon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's our week! See you next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-838317707341385667?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/838317707341385667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=838317707341385667&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/838317707341385667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/838317707341385667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/01/join-sara-for-project-365-where-youll.html' title='Project 365: Week 3'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TTL5E5FdEyI/AAAAAAAABs0/YCvoxg4CNac/s72-c/9-Greeter%2BSchedule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-6265662756706420237</id><published>2011-01-15T13:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T09:18:53.807-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SSMT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Right Between the Eyes</title><content type='html'>Why are we surprised when Satan attacks right after a victory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few mountain top moments this week and since yesterday, I have been struggling both internally and outwardly. Of course, I'd like to blame it on my monthly cycle, but I know that the Lord gives us victory even over &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt;, so I am left without excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had to pick a new Siesta Verse (see &lt;a href="http://blog.lproof.org/2011/01/2011-siesta-scripture-memory-team-verse-2.html/comment-page-39#comment-163365"&gt;Beth's blog&lt;/a&gt; to join) and I wanted to choose Proverbs 29:11, "A fool vents all his feelings, but a wise man holds them back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. That would have been a good one. But somehow it just didn't seem to capture &lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt; that needed to be held back, so I chose instead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 4:31-32 (New Living Translation)&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of all bitterness, rage, anger, harsh words, and slander, &lt;em&gt;as well as all types of evil behavior.&lt;/em&gt; Instead, be kind to each other, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, just as God through Christ has forgiven you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Bridges in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gospel-Real-Life-Liberating-Cross-Every/dp/1576835073#_"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Gospel for Real Life&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;tells us in talking about the verse to love our neighbors as yourself (Matt 22:39), that we should &lt;em&gt;cherish&lt;/em&gt; them, never show ungodly behavior toward them, that we should be earnest with our interest in them in &lt;em&gt;all ways&lt;/em&gt;, that we should never feel superior, and that we should forgive &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are we doing on that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, not so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, pretty badly, actually.  But it isn't about where we fail, for if we ask forgiveness, the Lord covers it all.  I feel terrible for some of my behavior, and certainly need to commit Ephesians 4:31 to heart.  (My mom has already drilled into my childhood brain verse 32; thanks mom!) I need to get up off my knees, brush myself off and strive to lean on Him through each moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ranting in my brain needs to not come out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;That would be a first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I need to let the ranting in my head be given fully to the Lord and replace it with Truth!&lt;br /&gt;That's where I want to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a far off place today, but not everyday. Some days there are victories; some days defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't about being perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about being His. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I long for full transformation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-6265662756706420237?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/6265662756706420237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=6265662756706420237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6265662756706420237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6265662756706420237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/01/right-between-eyes.html' title='Right Between the Eyes'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-897777150056418713</id><published>2011-01-12T22:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:21:56.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='websites'/><title type='text'>Organizing Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TS5vAEUXbUI/AAAAAAAABr8/j4511G-7Ras/s1600/organizing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561504636798987586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TS5vAEUXbUI/AAAAAAAABr8/j4511G-7Ras/s400/organizing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomorrow morning I am talking about organization to our homeschool support group. My mind has been swirling with tips and ideas so I've decided to share some of my "finds" with you, dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip # 1 – Organize where you drop things. This is how you live! So, if shoes are left just inside the door instead of making it to the cubbies in the hall closet (and you can live with that), then put a decorative rug or basket by the door to contain the shoes. Analyze how you live and organize around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I used to keep all my towels in the linen closet on the third floor of our townhouse. So everyday when it would be time to change the hand towel in the 2nd floor powder room, I would have to go upstairs to get a towel. I would often think about getting it later when I was upstairs, but so often I would completely forget and the towel would not get changed for days. I finally decided to bring the hand towels for that bathroom down to the 2nd floor. I roll them up and put them in a decorative basket on the floor next to the sink. It works and now we get a fresh towel almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip # 2 – Expect change. Organization is not a fixed destination. Your family is always changing – your interests, your ages, your bodies, and your schedules/activities. If we live in a flow of change, why are we stubbornly hanging on to an old organizational solution that worked before, but doesn’t work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tip presents itself the most in my 3-ring binder I use to organize our homeschool year. Each year, each child will be learning something different. My weekly assignment sheets may change form or the records I keep for a 1st grader will look vastly different than the ones I keep for my sophomore. I come to my homeschool binder each summer with an open mind about how to organize the best way for the coming year. I let go of anything I’ve used before if it doesn’t seem to fit what is to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip # 3 – How I organize my week. For uber list-makers like me, I keep a running to do list in Excel and I’ve titled it, “Brain Dump” for fun. I prioritize by ABC, A=what to accomplish within the week, B=what to accomplish within the next 30 days, C=what to accomplish whenever (just great ideas to try.)You don’t need to keep a running to do list, so if this just sounds overwhelming, stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday night I sit with a Steno Pad and write down the categories of my life: Home, Work, AHG, Co-Op, Projects, Family/Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then under each category I write what needs done that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, then, take a weekly planner (show example) and in pencil put the tasks on different days. I do this step so that if I see I have too much going on, I need to put some tasks off until the following week. I load heavily toward the first part of the week and then try to catch up on Friday/Saturday. I write it in pencil so that I can move things around and erase the tasks as I’m assigning them. As I work through the planner during the week, I mark the tasks off in pen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have some daily routines so what I’m planning for the week are additional to-do’s. However, if you don’t have routines, then just start with putting down some things you’d like to accomplish each day. At least you’ll have a semblance of a plan, but remember to give grace to yourself when you don’t get it all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip # 4 – Conquer the backlog of paper. Whether in a large chunk of time or in small increments (15 min a day), take each paper in hand and ask, “If this piece of paper had a folder, what would it be called?” Write it on a post-it note, attach it to the front of a manila folder and put it in a temporary place. Keep doing this until all papers are categorized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find that most of your papers will reside in just a few folders, depending on how varied your interests and activities are. You will find some folders can be combined or some will need to be separated further to be able to get your hands on the contents quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this sounds like torture to you, but you have a child at home that might enjoy the process. Let them at it. By categorizing everything, instead of deciding what’s important to keep and discard, it will make it easier for you to pick up one folder at a time with all related items and make those decisions yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, files should be simple, easy to get to quickly and make sense to the primary user. You can make the files more permanent by labeling them, once you know they’ll work for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip # 5 – We all face frustration with the volume of Kid’s artwork or it’s unusual size/shape. One solution is to snap pictures of the artwork and make a photobook at Blurb, Shutterfly, or even Costco. Hang on to the artwork until the book arrives (just in case). When it arrives, your child will be elated to have their artwork featured in their own book and may be willing to part with the actual pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip # 6 – Isn’t it frustrating when you put small items in the dishwasher (like medicine cups, baby spoons, and bottle tops) and they end up in the bottom of the machine at the end of the cycle. You could put them into a mesh laundry bag, zip them up and lay the bag on the top shelf of the dishwasher and you won’t have that problem again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip # 7 – Buy greeting cards only a few times a year, based upon your budget. You could purchase them 1 x a year, 2 x’s a year, or every quarter. When you get them home (or I have been known to take a pencil to Hallmark) write the name of the person on the envelope in the corner where the stamp will go. You can file them by month, putting the specifically chosen ones in front of the ones you have for use at anytime. I use a pencil lightly so it can be erased, in case I give the card by hand. This has saved me from getting into my cards and finding a 2-year-old card for a girl and wondering whose birthday I missed and what I will ever do with that card in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip # 8 – A fun idea I found at &lt;a href="http://www.homemadesimple.com/en-us/homeorganization/pages/organization-tips-for-winter-closets.aspx"&gt;homemadesimple.com &lt;/a&gt;under organization tips for winter closets is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the inside of the closet door, attach one adhesive hook towards the top and another near the bottom. Tie a piece of clothesline between them and attach your gear—or gloves that need to dry—with large kitchen clips. (or clothes pins) For a special touch, decorate the clothesline with ribbons and buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip # 9 – I don’t know if this will benefit someone here, but I thought the idea was novel. If you like to have a certain sweetener in your drinks, but find yourself at places without a selection of sweeteners(like Bible study), tuck a few packets into a business card holder and slip it into your purse to have at the ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip # 10 – You may enjoy having a clip magnet attached to your stove hood to hold the recipe you are making, to keep it handy and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip # 11 – For some, using a hierarchy system with your email folders would be helpful. Put an “A” before the most used folders through “Z” to the least used. This may be more beneficial to you than an alphabetized list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips # 12 - 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 free programs to try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoven.com/"&gt;BigOven.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site allows you to create a virtual recipe box with your own recipes, plus 170,000 others contributed by other members. There is a free membership, that allows you to create a public (recipes shared) box, but you can pay a low yearly fee to have the pro membership that will allow you to keep your recipes confidential and allow you to generate grocery lists. There is also a free IPhone app. Other recipes sites to check out: eChef and mycookbook.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freemind.sourceforge.net/wiki/index.php/Main_Page"&gt;FreeMind.sourceforge.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you enjoy mind-mapping? It’s great for brainstorming, keeping track of projects, writing essays, managing goals taking notes, etc. Freemind is a free software download that can get you started. It appeals to the visual learner, aides people with dyslexia and because Freemind is tidy and has collapsible nodes, it’s not overwhelming for those who are usually not big fans of this way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evernote.com/"&gt;Evernote.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you can see it or think it, evernote can help you remember it." Whether it be a text note, screen shot, web page or photo, Evernote will save it, organize it and allow you to retrieve it from almost any computer, phone or mobile device. You can use the free monthly service or pay $5 a month for a premium account. Most users are free. Trust me, check this one out! You'll be glad you did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got any tips to share??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-897777150056418713?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/897777150056418713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=897777150056418713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/897777150056418713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/897777150056418713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/01/organizing-tips.html' title='Organizing Tips'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TS5vAEUXbUI/AAAAAAAABr8/j4511G-7Ras/s72-c/organizing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-8928635362068412400</id><published>2011-01-09T20:32:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:36:17.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 - Picture a Day'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-365end-of-project.html"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img title="Project 365" border="0" alt="Project 365 button designed by http://richgift.blogspot.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a290/ed77ie/my%20graphics/buttons/sara_p365button09.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Week 2 with &lt;a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2011/01/project-365-week-2.html"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt; for Project 365.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday, Jan 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4dXi3akI/AAAAAAAABrs/9_WdKlET_84/s1600/2-bare%2Bfeet%2Bto%2Bchurch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560389135874091586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4dXi3akI/AAAAAAAABrs/9_WdKlET_84/s400/2-bare%2Bfeet%2Bto%2Bchurch.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mark decided to wear sandals to church.&lt;br /&gt;It was warm, but not that warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4czfca0I/AAAAAAAABrk/lkcEUdik-sA/s1600/3-piano%2Blesson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560389126196063042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4czfca0I/AAAAAAAABrk/lkcEUdik-sA/s400/3-piano%2Blesson.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas break is OVER...back to practicing the piano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4c4_sliI/AAAAAAAABrc/2NrnCnz-x2Y/s1600/4-bedroom%2Bpaint%2Bswatches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560389127673517602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4c4_sliI/AAAAAAAABrc/2NrnCnz-x2Y/s400/4-bedroom%2Bpaint%2Bswatches.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some paint swatches for a new project. What could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wednesday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4ckT-xTI/AAAAAAAABrU/jHWr-bGJjy0/s1600/5-bday%2Btart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560389122121450802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4ckT-xTI/AAAAAAAABrU/jHWr-bGJjy0/s400/5-bday%2Btart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katie turns 9! Gotta love a girl who wants fruit tart over cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4OOu0VjI/AAAAAAAABrM/TnQgYaU_f5Q/s1600/6-recorder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560388875810264626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4OOu0VjI/AAAAAAAABrM/TnQgYaU_f5Q/s400/6-recorder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st - 3rd grade recorder band on Thursday afternoons. Missed my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4NqbZaKI/AAAAAAAABrE/u1O-61v5zso/s1600/7-bowling%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560388866065131682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4NqbZaKI/AAAAAAAABrE/u1O-61v5zso/s400/7-bowling%2Bcollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katie has her first bowling party/sleepover with friends for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4NQimmLI/AAAAAAAABq8/Bpy4wIg6Oag/s1600/8-playdough%2Bcakes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560388859116034226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4NQimmLI/AAAAAAAABq8/Bpy4wIg6Oag/s400/8-playdough%2Bcakes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what I woke up to on Saturday morning. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp48fcnAZI/AAAAAAAABr0/A_6FrUBPpL8/s1600/8-cakes%2Bcont.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560389670571278738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp48fcnAZI/AAAAAAAABr0/A_6FrUBPpL8/s400/8-cakes%2Bcont.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new Playdough Cake Decorating Kit that was given to Katie for her birthday has been a "scrumptious" success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4NPhI_cI/AAAAAAAABq0/-zhByAW8dbA/s1600/9-silliness%2Bbefore%2Bbed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560388858841464258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4NPhI_cI/AAAAAAAABq0/-zhByAW8dbA/s400/9-silliness%2Bbefore%2Bbed.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being silly before bed. Please, don't fall down the stairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-8928635362068412400?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/8928635362068412400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=8928635362068412400&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/8928635362068412400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/8928635362068412400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/01/project-365-week-2.html' title='Project 365: Week 2'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSp4dXi3akI/AAAAAAAABrs/9_WdKlET_84/s72-c/2-bare%2Bfeet%2Bto%2Bchurch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-1678898416300017443</id><published>2011-01-04T15:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:42:29.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>12 Book Challenge-Revised</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSOGwTNy1PI/AAAAAAAABqs/2Gpsjm6A9Dw/s1600/Day%2B69-I%2Bhave%2Ba%2Bproblem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558434529455297778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSOGwTNy1PI/AAAAAAAABqs/2Gpsjm6A9Dw/s200/Day%2B69-I%2Bhave%2Ba%2Bproblem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken by my bedside last March. It's worse now, if you can believe it! I'm too ashamed to even take a picture. So I'm going to challenge myself to read 12 books that I would not normally read in 12 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books I've chosen have cluttered the bookshelf for years. I usually enjoy non-fiction, so I've &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;challenged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; myself to delve into some fiction and Christian books to expand my scope of reading material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out what I'm reading in my sidebar and feel free to share what's on your reading list for this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-1678898416300017443?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/1678898416300017443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=1678898416300017443&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/1678898416300017443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/1678898416300017443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/12/12-book-challenge.html' title='12 Book Challenge-Revised'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSOGwTNy1PI/AAAAAAAABqs/2Gpsjm6A9Dw/s72-c/Day%2B69-I%2Bhave%2Ba%2Bproblem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-983333071890069152</id><published>2011-01-02T22:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:12:31.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 - Picture a Day'/><title type='text'>Project 365-Week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-365end-of-project.html"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img title="Project 365" border="0" alt="Project 365 button designed by http://richgift.blogspot.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a290/ed77ie/my%20graphics/buttons/sara_p365button09.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we go again! &lt;a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/2011/01/project-365-week-1.html"&gt;Sara hosts Project 365&lt;/a&gt;, where we take a picture each day of the year. I participated in 2010, but didn't keep up with my posts once August began. I hope to make it to the end of the year this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe 2010 was the most memorable year for me because of this project. During the quiet of the holidays I looked back at the Project 365 posts and it was so much fun remembering the small things...the new candy bar, the sunset over the library, dinner on the porch in &lt;em&gt;March&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, everyone remembers the trips they've taken, the holidays/celebrations and maybe a few other hard-to-forget moments, but with Project 365, you really focus on enjoying the moment and capturing it each day with a photo. If you haven't given it a try before and it sounds like fun, join us next weekend. You can start today; it won't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday, Jan 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSIpxx-NmHI/AAAAAAAABqk/vhBVlGIz-zc/s1600/Day%2B1%2BJan%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558050825333217394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSIpxx-NmHI/AAAAAAAABqk/vhBVlGIz-zc/s400/Day%2B1%2BJan%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fingers and toes are painted for church on Sunday. &lt;p&gt;I am determined to spend more time with my little girls this year. I get so busy with "things" that I neglect to enjoy my family. They heard too many times last year, "Not right now, I have work to do." Having a daughter who will be getting married this summer is just a reminder that time goes quickly. I want to enjoy every moment I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-983333071890069152?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/983333071890069152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=983333071890069152&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/983333071890069152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/983333071890069152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/01/project-365-week-1.html' title='Project 365-Week 1'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TSIpxx-NmHI/AAAAAAAABqk/vhBVlGIz-zc/s72-c/Day%2B1%2BJan%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-9181034769685862206</id><published>2011-01-01T11:50:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:22:14.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SSMT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other blogs'/><title type='text'>Siesta Scripture Memory Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TR9gNe5LysI/AAAAAAAABqU/JApAP0EXftE/s1600/3x5%2Bspiral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 71px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 71px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557266249945959106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TR9gNe5LysI/AAAAAAAABqU/JApAP0EXftE/s200/3x5%2Bspiral.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Beth Moore's &lt;a href="http://blog.lproof.org/"&gt;Living Proof Ministries blog &lt;/a&gt;Beth encourages us to be committed to Scripture memory this year. The gist: memorize 24 verses in 2011, 2 per month. We post our verses in the comment section on the 1st and 15th of every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every two weeks I will be sharing the verse that I'm working on in my sidebar. There are over 1,000 women participating and if you'd like to join us, that would be awesome!! Make sure to let me know in the comment section here on my blog. I would be honored to pray for your faithfulness in committing Scripture to heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://blog.lproof.org/2010/12/siesta-scripture-memory-instructions.html"&gt;here for the instructions &lt;/a&gt;(wouldn't it be fun to take a trip to fellowship with other Scripture memory teammates! What a victory!) Click &lt;a href="http://blog.lproof.org/2011/01/2011-siesta-scripture-memory-team-verse-1.html"&gt;here for today's post &lt;/a&gt;and add your verse to the comment section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's fill our minds with His good things this year! Don't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/398/6EEEEEA2878CA83D5411186D287E7761.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-9181034769685862206?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/9181034769685862206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=9181034769685862206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/9181034769685862206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/9181034769685862206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-beth-moores-living-proof-ministries.html' title='Siesta Scripture Memory Team'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TR9gNe5LysI/AAAAAAAABqU/JApAP0EXftE/s72-c/3x5%2Bspiral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-4722103104685110530</id><published>2010-12-31T07:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T13:55:43.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Still Waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/S0AHDfahr1I/AAAAAAAAAik/WU1PbZKap_0/s1600-h/white+skinny+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422341707907837778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/S0AHDfahr1I/AAAAAAAAAik/WU1PbZKap_0/s400/white+skinny+shirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Jan 2, 2010 I wrote the following about this shirt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I call it the skinny white shirt...not because I would be skinny in it, but I would be skinnier. It doesn't fit at the moment! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;! This is the first time I've ever been cajoled into buying something that I actually can't wear. What Not To Wear would be all over this one! Anyway, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw it and thought it would look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; cute on. Ashley said to try it and I assured her it wasn't in my size. We took it to the dressing room anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I did get it on my body, but just barely. I'd have a ways to go before wearing it in public. When I got home and told my husband about my purchase (emphasizing the great price!), I then hung it on the knob of my closet, saying that I should leave it there for a reminder. Then I stepped back and said, "I should leave it hanging on my refrigerator as a reminder." Don't think that would really work too well; it's white, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeful that I will be "IN" the shirt by my birthday in mid-March. I am hopeful that this doesn't make it in my last blog post of 2010 as "the shirt never worn...but what a good price!" Nineteen year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;...what influences they can be! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, it's made it to the last blog post of 2010 as "shirt never worn...but what a good price!" I have a better plan for 2011, plus the motivation of my daughter's June 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding, to get me into that shirt. We'll have to see how long it takes me! I don't want to see it still hanging in the closet at the end of 2011. If so, we'll give it a proper going-away party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TR4nCDBeP4I/AAAAAAAABqE/X05CeJM7Bts/s1600/Angie%2BBlack%2BSignature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TR4nCDBeP4I/AAAAAAAABqE/X05CeJM7Bts/s400/Angie%2BBlack%2BSignature.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556921906346475394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-4722103104685110530?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/4722103104685110530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=4722103104685110530&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/4722103104685110530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/4722103104685110530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/12/still-waiting.html' title='Still Waiting...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/S0AHDfahr1I/AAAAAAAAAik/WU1PbZKap_0/s72-c/white+skinny+shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-1339006664646917591</id><published>2010-12-27T22:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:47:38.609-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other blogs'/><title type='text'>Blog Make-over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TRldo38Sv7I/AAAAAAAABo0/b9SGA6ZLaPU/s1600/blog%2Bmakeover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555574572131205042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TRldo38Sv7I/AAAAAAAABo0/b9SGA6ZLaPU/s400/blog%2Bmakeover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you enjoy giving your blog a fresh look every season or holiday? I've enjoyed surfing the net for cute blog backgrounds and thought I'd share my favorite sites with you. Maybe you'll find something you like, as well. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother-lode of cute backgrounds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecutestblogontheblock.com/"&gt;http://thecutestblogontheblock.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arts &amp;amp; Crafty looking, plus a few photo backgrounds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplyblogitbackgrounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://simplyblogitbackgrounds.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of unique patterns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shabbyblogs.com/backgrounds.html"&gt;http://www.shabbyblogs.com/backgrounds.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about creativity: (keep scrolling down!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myblogmakeoverbackgrounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://myblogmakeoverbackgrounds.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another popular site with LOTS of designs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotbliggityblog.com/"&gt;http://hotbliggityblog.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my personal favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aquapoppydesigns2.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://aquapoppydesigns2.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My newest favorite and the one I'm using:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogdesignsbydani.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://blogdesignsbydani.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some winter backgrounds under the Christmas tab here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogblings.com/index.html"&gt;http://www.blogblings.com/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold is the word here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatblogplace.com/store/Default.asp"&gt;http://thatblogplace.com/store/Default.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title says it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myonecuteblog.com/"&gt;http://www.myonecuteblog.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a free background site you love? Share it with us in the comments! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-1339006664646917591?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/1339006664646917591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=1339006664646917591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/1339006664646917591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/1339006664646917591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-make-over.html' title='Blog Make-over'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TRldo38Sv7I/AAAAAAAABo0/b9SGA6ZLaPU/s72-c/blog%2Bmakeover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-7692100699722792390</id><published>2010-12-15T12:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T13:38:31.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A Promise Kept (devotional # 6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TQkLHSb4m_I/AAAAAAAABoo/uYboKBsSrWY/s1600/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550980235546631154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TQkLHSb4m_I/AAAAAAAABoo/uYboKBsSrWY/s400/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I read this quote by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fredrich&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beuchner&lt;/span&gt; from the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0061146617?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=withoutwaxtv-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0061146617"&gt;Secrets in the Dark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those who believe in God can never in a way be sure of Him again. Once they have seen him in a stable, they can never be sure where he will appear or to what lengths he will go or to what ludicrous depths of self-humiliation he will descend in his wild pursuit of man. If the holiness and awful power and majesty of God were present in this even, this birth of a peasant’s child, then there is no place or time so lowly and earthbound but that holiness can be present there also. And, this means that we are not safe, that there is no place where we can hide from God, no place where we are safe from his power to break in to and recreate the human heart because it is where he seems most helpless that He is most strong and just where we least expect Him that he comes most fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't shake the thought of what it meant to have the Holy Son of God coming to earth as a babe in a stable. The treasures of Christ's birth are too many to count. My mind wandered to varying themes on the story until I landed on the thought, "He kept His promise." Mary knew this. She ends her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Magnificat&lt;/span&gt; with (Luke 1:54-55), "He has helped His servant Israel, In remembrance of His mercy, As He spoke to our fathers, To Abraham and to his seed forever." God fulfilled prophecy through her and kept His promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, God kept His promise. Fundamental. I know that one. But do we LIVE like we believe it? When Romans reminds us that "All things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to His purpose," (8:28) do we KNOW it's true for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children of Israel were blessed, but let's not forget that when Christ appeared, they didn't have everything. Their lives were oppressed. Mary and Joseph were peasants. Poverty and subjugation to the Roman government was the order of the day. Ultimately, they only had the promise. And that was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the OT saints who had given their lives for the hope of the promise. Hebrews 11 records how they &lt;em&gt;"died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them."&lt;/em&gt; They &lt;em&gt;embraced&lt;/em&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What God did when he sent his Son into the world is an absolute guarantee that he will do everything he has ever promised to do." (Martyn Lloyd-Jones)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the promises of God in Him are Yes, and in Him Amen, to the glory of God through us. (2 Corinthians 1:20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful. (Hebrews 10:23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birth of Christ in glorious simplicity is a promise kept. Do I trust that what I can not see will come to pass? (faith!) Do I look to the future fulfillment of His promises yet to come and &lt;em&gt;embrace them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to have the faith to say, "Behold the maidservant of the Lord! Let it be to me according to your word." To trust in the promise. That's my heart cry today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-7692100699722792390?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/7692100699722792390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=7692100699722792390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7692100699722792390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7692100699722792390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/12/promise-kept-devotional-6.html' title='A Promise Kept (devotional # 6)'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TQkLHSb4m_I/AAAAAAAABoo/uYboKBsSrWY/s72-c/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-9131346987357897855</id><published>2010-12-10T09:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T10:04:12.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Ornaments</title><content type='html'>Linda at &lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/2010/12/purty-trees-and-sweet-ornamentations-to.html"&gt;2nd cup of coffee&lt;/a&gt; has a link for our tree/favorite ornaments. I wrote about the ornaments below in a Random Dozen last year and thought I'd share them once again. Our tree this year, doesn't go up until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TQI_hSc4agI/AAAAAAAABog/g2oyfL6_q2g/s1600/DSCN7937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549067531995081218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TQI_hSc4agI/AAAAAAAABog/g2oyfL6_q2g/s400/DSCN7937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I inherited my grandparent's Christmas ornaments. When being stored they still reside in their original boxes which date back to the late 1920's and 1930's. They are delicate and beautiful. If for some reason I lost everything, Christmas would not be the same without a tree full of these family favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;If you'd like to see some beautiful trees, click the button below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672090338191202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/TPkOGTG_C8I/AAAAAAAAPYw/mFY6dqu-tm8/s1600/kitties_tree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-9131346987357897855?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/9131346987357897855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=9131346987357897855&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/9131346987357897855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/9131346987357897855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-ornaments.html' title='Christmas Ornaments'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TQI_hSc4agI/AAAAAAAABog/g2oyfL6_q2g/s72-c/DSCN7937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-5013021898341640425</id><published>2010-12-10T09:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T13:29:13.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a tunnel (devotional # 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TQI9fxgGI7I/AAAAAAAABoY/BwBz5WdDEgM/s1600/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549065306947068850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TQI9fxgGI7I/AAAAAAAABoY/BwBz5WdDEgM/s400/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was involved in two different white elephant gift exchanges. Although one of the host groups encouraged re-gifting something unused from home, you could tell most of the participants had purchased a small gift for the swap. There was the random bowling ball and silver baby plate and spoon, but otherwise the gifts were typical - bath product, Christmas tchotchkes, candles and gift cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one of the meetings where the exchanges took place, a devotion was given on God's forgiveness. The speaker noted that during this stressful time of year in preparing for Christmas we should be like Christ, forgiving. I guess, because of the activities of the day (or the late hour), I thought, "Yeah! We should re-gift forgiveness!" The analogy doesn't completely work since a re-gift is usually something you didn't use or didn't really care for. Or is it right on target?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're commanded in Matthew 6:14: &lt;em&gt;For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pastor, speaking on offenses/forgiveness one Sunday, used the word picture of being a tunnel, not a wall. When someone offends or hurts you, let it go right through you to God. In reverse, allow His forgiveness to flow through you in response to that person. Don't be a wall, where the offenses stack up and hit anger, impatience and bitterness, a place where God's forgiveness can't be shared because of your hard heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's often difficult to be a tunnel with our immediate family, but being a conduit of forgiveness at this time of year is truly THE picture of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that we can say like Paul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save [forgive] sinners—of whom I am the worst. But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his immense patience as an example for those who would believe in him and receive eternal life. Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen. (I Tim 1: 15-17)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're trying to navigate around rude shoppers and drivers or facing the heavy load of "doing it all" at home, be a tunnel. Allow forgiveness, what ultimately Christ came to earth to give us in love, to flow through you this season. You'll be glad you did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-5013021898341640425?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/5013021898341640425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=5013021898341640425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5013021898341640425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5013021898341640425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-devotional-5-regifting.html' title='Be a tunnel (devotional # 5)'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TQI9fxgGI7I/AAAAAAAABoY/BwBz5WdDEgM/s72-c/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-2769285625626172790</id><published>2010-12-09T08:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T13:31:00.039-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A Kind Yoke (devotional # 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TP0f1oj4PtI/AAAAAAAABoA/yXom5uucOVs/s1600/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547625322271751890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TP0f1oj4PtI/AAAAAAAABoA/yXom5uucOVs/s400/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mothers, how often have you had the thought that you don't know if you could have endured what Mary experienced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret-keeping, shame, separation from family, being misunderstood, having a child unlike anyone else, trying to understand your place in the relationship with your son &amp;amp; Heavenly Savior, the indescribable pain of watching your child die, and grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't imagine it, can we? She was given a unique call to fulfill and she did it faithfully. We've touched on these subjects the last few days, but &lt;em&gt;HOW&lt;/em&gt; did she do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fall I attended a Beth Moore Simulcast. It was my first one, actually. One thing I admire about Beth is that she allows the Lord to direct her topics when speaking at these events. Beth spoke on kindness, and although it was very good, it didn't seem to speak directly into my life at that moment. I had sense enough to take copious notes, however, knowing that at some point I'd need to remind myself of what I had learned that day. In contemplating Mary's life, Beth's topic of kindness came to mind. This might just give us the insight we need to see how Mary lived a life of faith and obedience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of Beth's points she talked about Matthew 11:30, "For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." It's so hard sometimes for me to wrap my brain around that concept when life can be so hard. Then I thought, God didn't say &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt; would be easy, He said the &lt;em&gt;yoke&lt;/em&gt; would be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;easy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Easy is accurately translated as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"kind"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from the root word philanthropia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yoke. His binding us to Himself and directional navigation is kind/easy. He wants us to &lt;em&gt;walk where He leads. &lt;/em&gt;We may be mired in the mud of life, but HE leads. We don't have to worry about our Creator's good purposes for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burden is light, because He never gives us more than we can carry WITH HIS ASSISTANCE. He wants you in that place where the burden of life may SEEM unbearable, but He gently reveals that with Him, the One carrying the weight of direction and transformation, the burden of your obedience to Him is light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ask today, can we accept the kind yoke and fully depend on Him? I tend to think that Mary understood that within herself, she wasn't able, but with God all things were possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-2769285625626172790?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/2769285625626172790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=2769285625626172790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/2769285625626172790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/2769285625626172790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-devotional-4.html' title='A Kind Yoke (devotional # 4)'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TP0f1oj4PtI/AAAAAAAABoA/yXom5uucOVs/s72-c/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-3992683060884467385</id><published>2010-12-08T08:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T13:32:56.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Perfect Timing (devotional # 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TP0Y6h93KaI/AAAAAAAABn4/Zjm7Ocd_RKA/s1600/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547617709819636130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TP0Y6h93KaI/AAAAAAAABn4/Zjm7Ocd_RKA/s400/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We return today to Zacharias and Elizabeth. Luke 1 tells us that while Zacharias was performing his priestly duties the angel came to tell him he would be conceiving a very special son. Verse 8 states that Zacharias was serving "in the order of his division." I Chronicles 24 explains that the Temple priesthood was organized into 24 divisions, with each division serving twice a year for one week. As a descendant of Abijah, Zacharias' division was the 8th. In &lt;em&gt;ancient times &lt;/em&gt;the Lord had set the schedule for the priest's rotations. At some future date Zacharias was going to need to be on duty so that Gabriel could appear and tell him that what he has hoped and prayed for - a son - would finally come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 9 tells us that Zacharias' lot fell to burn incense. This was a high honor. MacArthur's study Bible sheds light on the perfect timing of God. "Because of the large number of priests, most would never be chosen for such a duty, and no one was permitted to serve in this capacity twice. Zacharias no doubt regarded this as the supreme moment in a lifetime of priestly service. The incense was kept burning perpetually, just in front of the veil that divided the holy place from the most holy place. The lone priest would offer the incense every morning and every evening, while the rest of the priests and worshippers stood outside the holy place in prayer (v. 10)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zacharias had been born into a priestly family (the right job) and within a specific lineage (the right division, thus the right week of the year to serve). Then the lot (an unknown procedure divinely controlled by God) fell to him. He was given the honor to enter the holy place where Gabriel would bring him the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you resting in the knowledge that God's timing in your own life is perfect? Maybe it doesn't seem perfect to you at the moment, but can you look back and see other events that, at the time, didn't seem to make sense, but in hindsight were perfectly timed by God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 18:30 reminds us, "As for God, his way is perfect; the word of the LORD is flawless. He is a shield for all who take refuge in him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1:17 encourages us; "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember several years ago just after Katie had been born. Within the span of one month our landlord sold the house we were living in, Mark lost his job and we found out we would be having a second baby right on the heels of our newborn. My parent's graciously offered to let us move in with them. We knew God would use this time as blessing and restoration, but had any of us known it would last 10 1/2 months, we may have questioned our resolve. There was discouragement and faith-challenges during that time, but God's hand was evident. His timing would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a faithful priest, Zacharias, enters the Temple to burn incense and the angel, Gabriel, appears. Gabriel shares how Zacharias' prayer has been heard and that he will bear a son. Gabriel tells him to name the baby John and shares how great this child will be in the sight of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marvel at how perfect the timing of the Lord is in this story. Not only does the Lord prepare the way for John's birth and future ministry, but the timing of John and Jesus' births also brought comfort and joy to Elizabeth and Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the account of Zacharias in the Temple is the revelation of Christ's birth that Gabriel shares with Mary. In verse 34 Mary basically says, "How on earth is this going to happen?" A few verses earlier Zacharias has asked the same thing. Gabriel said that he was the sign as the answer to the long-awaited prayer and gently rebuked Zacharias by making him mute until it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zacharias was expected to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast (vs. 35-37) Gabriel explains to Mary that the Holy Spirit would come upon her (the how). One commentary says that Mary's was not unbelief, but wonderment. I don't know if there was a stark difference between their questions, but God gave them each what they needed to grow their faith and it didn't look the same. Gabriel also encouraged Mary's faith with something akin to "by the way, Elizabeth is also having a baby because" "For with God nothing will be impossible." That was quite a faith-boost to a young girl who has witnessed the longing and faithfulness of her dear relatives. Then Mary in faith says, "let it be to me according to your word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gives us all we need to trust Him. Zacharias' name means "Jehovah has remembered." He was not forgotten; He just needed to wait for the perfect timing of God. He lived faithfully, but he should have lived expectantly too. Easier said than done, isn't it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and my parents recognized that God had given us a unique opportunity when we lived together. We did our best to maximize the time together and allow the Spirit to bring restoration/healing amidst a trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has not forgotten you! Luke 12:6 says "Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God." God is good and He is for you. Rest in faith, believing that His timing is perfect, not only in the lives of Biblical characters, but in your life, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remain faithful and expectant; God remembers you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-3992683060884467385?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/3992683060884467385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=3992683060884467385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/3992683060884467385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/3992683060884467385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-devotional-3.html' title='Perfect Timing (devotional # 3)'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TP0Y6h93KaI/AAAAAAAABn4/Zjm7Ocd_RKA/s72-c/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-5799134999009776165</id><published>2010-12-07T08:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T13:35:27.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>His plans (devotional # 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TP0RV4x7nqI/AAAAAAAABnw/T9FldS8YXnE/s1600/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547609383707057826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TP0RV4x7nqI/AAAAAAAABnw/T9FldS8YXnE/s400/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last December I posted a two-part Christmas devotional. I'd like to share an edited version of those posts with you again. I share it with hopes that it will refresh you in the midst of busyness and encourage you to see God's perfect timing in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Luke 1 Zacharias' story opens in verse 5 with "There were in the days of Herod...." MacArthur's Study Bible notes that this was Herod the Great, the first of several important rulers descended from the Edomites, offspring of Esau. "Herod was ruthless and cunning. He loved opulence and grand building projects, and many of the most magnificent ruins that can be seen in modern Israel date back to the days of Herod the Great. His most famous project was the rebuilding of the temple at Jerusalem [although it] was not completed until long after Herod's death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage is set. In Jerusalem there are massive building projects, trade, worship - the hustle and bustle of a busy urban life. The scene opens on "a certain priest named Zacharias." We quickly learn that he and his wife Elizabeth were from the priestly line of Aaron, but more importantly "they were both righteous before God, &lt;em&gt;walking &lt;/em&gt;[emphasis mine] in all the commandments and ordinances of the Lord blameless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine being recorded for the rest of human history as righteous and blameless before God? This couple's life was marked by faithfulness. Day in and day out they lived according to the Law. They faithfully worshipped at the Temple and sought to please God with their lives. Then the next word of verse 7 strikes me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke records the faithfulness of two people, BUT the one thing in life they desired more than anything else - a child - they had not received. Then, as if to highlight the tragedy, Luke tells us "and they were both well advanced in years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, as 21st century Christians, know this story well. We read over these first eight verses as the descriptive precursor to a miracle by God's hand, and although it is the exciting culmination of Zacharias and Elizabeth's story, there is much to be learned in the preamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was thirteen-years-old my mother took me to my first women's conference. I'm sure she just wanted to spend some time with me and give me an opportunity to hear encouragement from a female perspective. Little did either of us know that by the end of the conference I would walk out with a calling of God on my life. The conference speaker didn't even address the topics of callings, and I was thirteen - what did I know about them? All I know, is that I left that meeting &lt;em&gt;knowing&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;completely assured&lt;/em&gt; - of what God was going to do in my life. It was quite a moment for a young girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued through my teen years, not focused on what God had revealed, but aware enough to not make any decisions that would exempt me from fulfilling God's work. I went off to Bible college and began looking for opportunities to fulfill my calling. God, in His great kindness, gave me room to grow and I, like most college students, felt I had the world by the tail. It was all going according to the plan I had envisioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got married to a pastor and we began working with youth and teaching in a Christian school. Life was hard, but again, God had put me on the path I had imagined. I thought my life would be this way until death. BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God delights in change. He loves to take a scenario in our life, and if it were recorded for history, it would include the word "but." It's as if God voices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you may have thought this, but..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you may have wanted this, but"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you may have gone here, but..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does this challenge our trust, but it challenges our faithfulness as well. When those unexplainable circumstances in life come, are we faithful like Zacharias and Elizabeth? Do we accept the life God gives to us, trusting that He knows best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my early thirties my life fell apart and from my perspective, I thought the calling of God would never be fulfilled. Instead I was just beginning to be refined by fire. Oh, how I needed it! God had not shelved me, but it sure felt that way. All that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had been striving to accomplish went up in smoke. I had some God-sized lessons to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my late thirties, as healing progressed, I realized that I didn't truly grasp foundational truths of God's love and grace. It's as if I had known about God, but didn't know Him. He patiently unfolded truths that had been so obvious mentally, but never truly experienced. God was real; He really loved me and there was enough grace to continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in my early 40's I see the Lord's restoration in my life and I've stopped striving for the calling in my own power. Like Zacharias and Elizabeth, my greatest desire is to be found faithful. Living daily by the Holy Spirit's guidance is challenging, but as I give up my own will and rest in what He calls me to do, I find that faithfulness manifests itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Zacharias and Elizabeth, God's calling will be fulfilled in me. I may be advanced in years, but God is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29:11 reminds us, "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to take some time this holiday season to think about where you are in your walk with the Lord. Do you need to be more purposeful in your obedience so you will be remembered as faithful? Maybe you're in the middle of circumstances that have you clinging to God's faithfulness. Wherever you are, Immanuel, "God with Us," is there for you. Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; In July 2010 I had the courage to ask the Lord in prayer to, once again, fulfill that calling in my life. I had fearfully held on to the dream, afraid that God would not allow it to come to fruition. (Can't you just hear Satan's whispers?!) I thought it was just too BIG, too impossible. It was a BIG prayer for me and one that I imagined praying faithfully for many years. Guess what happened! Two days later the Lord gave me this verse as an answer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 145:19 "He will fulfill the desire of those who fear Him; He also will hear their cry and save them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked, amazed and in awe. My Father confirmed through His Word something that I already knew, but had forgotten, He cares about what I care about and He is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you entrust to Him this Christmas? He is faithful and He will uphold and empower you to walk faithfully in Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-5799134999009776165?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/5799134999009776165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=5799134999009776165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5799134999009776165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5799134999009776165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-devotional-2.html' title='His plans (devotional # 2)'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TP0RV4x7nqI/AAAAAAAABnw/T9FldS8YXnE/s72-c/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-222482039674428900</id><published>2010-12-06T09:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T13:36:29.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Emmanuel: God With Us (Christmas Devotional # 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please, join me for a Christmas devotional each day this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TP0G1olEFpI/AAAAAAAABno/sf7vvsOAc0g/s1600/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547597834486027922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TP0G1olEFpI/AAAAAAAABno/sf7vvsOAc0g/s400/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Christmastime I enjoy taking the month of December to focus on the Christmas story during my devotional time. As I spend mornings meditating on the story of God's redemptive plan to clothe Himself in human flesh and dwell among us, the revelations into who the Lord is, continue to amaze and inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am awed by Mary's answer in Luke 1:38,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then Mary said, “Behold the maidservant of the Lord! Let it be to me according to your word.” And the angel departed from her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment of clearly defined faith and obedience. How often I ask myself, "How did she get to the point where she could answer like that?" Couldn't your mind go in a million different directions, giving application over and over again? Yes, of course, and that's why I enjoy meditating on the Christmas story each year. The characters in the narrative are so vivid and we can learn so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be honest, I struggle with submitting to God with full abandon. I'm afraid. I have studied the lives of saints before me and the Lord ASKS so much of them. It doesn't feel safe. When fearful thoughts pervade my thinking, I am reminded that, although we have no idea what our future will be, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He will be with us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Mentally I've played out what I would do if the Lord took my spouse or my children away. The truth is that in the midst of the most difficult circumstances, I wouldn't be alone. God would be with me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emmanuel: God with Us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;As a believer, how often have we observed the world and wondered, "How do they live without Christ?" I can't imagine it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week when you are faced with challenges, lack of sleep because of the long to-do list and added commitments, remember &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 31:8 reminds us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that we will dwell in the fullness of His presence this season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-222482039674428900?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/222482039674428900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=222482039674428900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/222482039674428900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/222482039674428900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-devotional-1.html' title='Emmanuel: God With Us (Christmas Devotional # 1)'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TP0G1olEFpI/AAAAAAAABno/sf7vvsOAc0g/s72-c/morning%2Bdevotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-5035424744429732756</id><published>2010-12-03T15:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T13:45:53.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Tube'/><title type='text'>Hallelujah!</title><content type='html'>I'm doing all I can to keep my heart and mind focused on Christ this Christmas, and yet, each day I struggle with the myriad of things to accomplish.  I love the video below, because even in the midst of the commercialism - in a mall food court, the Lord is proclaimed. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SXh7JR9oKVE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SXh7JR9oKVE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/2513055535346272365-5035424744429732756?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/5035424744429732756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=5035424744429732756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5035424744429732756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5035424744429732756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/12/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-1322691828851034942</id><published>2010-11-25T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T12:35:39.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Blessings to You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TO6eUZcKXaI/AAAAAAAABmo/ynWCfNNAoi0/s1600/Happy%2BThanksgiving%2BCornacopia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543542264603237794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TO6eUZcKXaI/AAAAAAAABmo/ynWCfNNAoi0/s400/Happy%2BThanksgiving%2BCornacopia.jpg" /&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/2513055535346272365-1322691828851034942?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/1322691828851034942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=1322691828851034942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/1322691828851034942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/1322691828851034942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/11/many-blessings-to-you.html' title='Many Blessings to You!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TO6eUZcKXaI/AAAAAAAABmo/ynWCfNNAoi0/s72-c/Happy%2BThanksgiving%2BCornacopia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-2722717658715378003</id><published>2010-11-12T16:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T12:00:52.632-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Tube'/><title type='text'>Chutzpah!</title><content type='html'>Despite your opinion of Gwyneth Paltrow, this girl has some chutzpah to sing &lt;em&gt;Country Strong &lt;/em&gt;at the CMA Awards. We often don't give due recognition to the daring of others when they step out of their comfort zone and succeed, but I just wanted to give a shout out, "Good Job!" I think it's cool that she tried something new in front of the world. You get a standing "O" from me on this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jtnnOoxw9yo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jtnnOoxw9yo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/2513055535346272365-2722717658715378003?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/2722717658715378003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=2722717658715378003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/2722717658715378003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/2722717658715378003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/11/chutzpah.html' title='Chutzpah!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-7277267488905022588</id><published>2010-10-19T23:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T00:46:49.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal stories'/><title type='text'>Remembering a Friend, Part 2</title><content type='html'>There's something I didn't tell you in &lt;a href="http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/10/remembering-friend.html"&gt;Part One &lt;/a&gt;that adds to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny had been born with Cerebral Palsy and had two twisted legs that could walk with the aid of a crutch. He was in constant pain, but never complained. He hated being treated special in any way. He did almost everything a 25-year-old young man could do, except play sports. He made up for that with his passion for basketball and baseball and was a great encouragement as coach to the athletes on his college teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny was also brilliant! He was at the top of his class academically and was smart as a whip. I tend to find intelligence attractive so we made a good pair. I've often wondered what smart men found in me! :) We quickly fell into a routine of dates that would start out at a sporting event and end parked somewhere discussing anything from politics, to philosophy to the Bible. We LOVED to talk and found each other's conversation quite stimulating. Very quickly Kenny became one of my best friends. He was a safe place to float ideas and work through thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I started telling you all about our dating relationship because of the outfit I wore in my senior picture. We had only been dating a few months when Kenny took me out to dinner to a nice restaurant. On our way back home he parked the car in the small urban park that surrounded our County Courthouse. The trees sparkled with small white lights in the darkness of night. Honestly, I got a little nervous (he seemed nervous), but then he pointed out something through my window. I looked away, but when I looked back at him he had placed a beautiful lavender glass heart necklace over the rear view mirror. It glistened in the sparkling lights. He then put the music from Somewhere In Time on with his cassette player and began reading me a story. The story was about a prince who had been lost and a princess who rescued him. &lt;em&gt;She had captured his heart. &lt;/em&gt;It was sooo romantic! After he read the story he took the necklace off the mirror and put it around my neck. He said, "You know what would look good with that?" I said, "What?" He answered, "Look in the back seat." There he had laid out this gray suit and burgundy blouse. Wow! I couldn't believe that he had purchased an outfit for me. I was a giddy school girl and he loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be honest that I didn't like gray and NEVER chose to wear that color. I loved burgundy and gave it a try when I got home. I LOVED it! I wore the outfit for several years and often thought of the romantic way it was given to me. I think that's the only outfit he ever purchased for me. It certainly was the only one that sticks in my memory, but what a sweet memory it is. I still have the necklace. In telling you this story, I pulled it out of my jewelry box and looked at it fondly - remembering a dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny and I continued dating for 2 1/2 years. I dated a few other boys during that time, but the summer before going off to college (after I was 18!) Kenny dropped hints that he was serious about our relationship. In hindsight, he was on the marriage fast-track, but I was somewhat oblivious to how serious he was getting. That was until one night as he dropped me off at my door, he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. He said a hurried good-bye and rushed out to his car. I remember closing the door and thinking, "Oh, no...that was like kissing my brother!" Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that summer my parents had released the rule of dating monthly. Our family had moved to within an hour of his college so we were seeing each other weekly. The next time we saw each other we knew all was not well. We talked about the kiss and came to the realization that God had given us a friendship, but that marriage was probably not His plan for us. In some ways I think it broke both of our hearts. We were buddies! We could talk about anything, but marriage takes more than an understanding of the minds and that's all we had. We dated a few more weeks, but our story ended soon after I went off to college several hours away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom made the observation that maybe the Lord brought us together so that I would be protected and would have a wonderful example of dating and the opportunity for Kenny to do a little growing up. Although he would say he didn't want to be treated differently because of his disability, he actually had to own up to his words when I would wait in the car for him to get my door or wait at a table for him to pull out my chair. It surprised him, but he loved it and I think it made him a better man to have someone believe that he really didn't need to be treated any differently than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny went on to date others and got married, just as I did. I entitled these posts as Remembering a Friend because Kenny is no longer living, but the sweet memories I have of our friendship will always remain with me. I know someday I'll get to see him walk with perfect legs on streets of gold. What a joy that will be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-7277267488905022588?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/7277267488905022588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=7277267488905022588&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7277267488905022588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7277267488905022588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/10/remembering-friend-part-2.html' title='Remembering a Friend, Part 2'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-8187464675055471175</id><published>2010-10-15T12:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:48:35.555-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Answered Prayer'/><title type='text'>Remembering a friend</title><content type='html'>In the Random Dozen on Wednesday I posted my senior picture and mentioned that my boyfriend had purchased the outfit I wore. I was surprised that tidbit of information sparked interest, but I thought today I'd share the "back story." I have a feeling you'll enjoy that even more. It's a little long, but stay with me. I think you'll be glad you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teenager my parents said that when I turned 16 yrs old I would be allowed to date. I was generally boy crazy most of my life and was looking forward to going out on &lt;em&gt;actual&lt;/em&gt; dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young girl I had given my heart to Jesus and grew in faith and understanding. Although I was excited about dating I truly ONLY wanted to date who the Lord would choose for me so I began praying regularly at the age of fifteen, several months before my 16&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, for the Lord to reveal His choice for me. Innocently I probably thought He would reveal someone around the time of my birthday - what a nifty present a "knight" would be, but the Lord began teaching me early to wait for HIS timing. (Remember these are the musings of a self-absorbed teenager!) My March birthday came and went. I prayed a little more fervently. (smile!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In late July I went to a youth conference several hours away from home. It was a multi-day event sponsored by a Christian college. I did NOT have the dating prayer request on my mind because all the boys from my church who went to the conference had already been brought before the Lord and found wanting. (Oh, this is so revealing-what an attitude I had!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a young man from our home church who had graduated with a undergrad degree and a Master's degree and was working at the college. Kenny had come to our church on a bus route as a young boy and was the only believer in his family. Our senior pastor had taken him under wing and he had flourished. Kenny usually found our high school group each year at the conference and would act as host - giving us good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;intel&lt;/span&gt; on how to beat the long lines, where to get fast food, etc. We all enjoyed his humor and company. This year, however, he did not find us right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late into day two in the middle of a sermon as I was sitting in the balcony I looked down upon the crowd and saw Kenny sitting with another group. Immediately I felt the Lord impress upon me that Kenny was the person I was to date. "What? That didn't make any sense, Lord! He's a MAN!" I tried to dismiss the thought. Nah! That's crazy thinking, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the message Kenny found his way up to our group in the balcony and apologized for getting to us so late in the conference. He had been tasked to host another group, but wanted to check in on us. My heart was pounding and I just kept looking at him and thinking, "There is NO WAY this is the answer." Throughout the rest of the conference Kenny did not make it back to our group, but I did see him off and on throughout the building and each time the Lord was telling me, "It's HIM!" By the time I got home, my head was spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the conference our bus pulled into the church parking lot back home and inside the secretary's office we lined up to use the telephone to call our parents to come pick us up. After my call I had to wait for my parents to arrive. I noticed the light was shining under the door of our senior pastor's office. He was studying for the next day's sermons. I knocked quietly on the door and asked to speak with him. He welcomed me in and I began sobbing and telling him about my prayer request and that I thought the Lord was telling me that Kenny was the guy I was supposed to date. (Poor man!) He settled me down and then assured me that a MAN was probably NOT the answer to my request. I listened quietly, sensing in my heart that this answer, if it was from the Lord, was so unusual that God would have to do it, because it wouldn't make ANY sense on the human level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home well past midnight and told my mom all that had transpired. If there was ever a moment of Godly wisdom (and she's had a lot of them, but this one was a biggie) Mom said, "Well, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; then, we need to continue praying about it - just you and I. Let's not tell anyone else because it doesn't make a lot of sense right now." She didn't shoot me down or discount my thoughts; she just said, "Let's keep praying." That's all I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward...in September my family hosted a Labor Day picnic at my home. We had at least 50 people on our property and Kenny, whose family lived about 6 houses away, had been invited, as usual. I IGNORED him. I was so afraid of my feelings/thoughts that I steered clear away! I think he tried to speak to me once and I answered abruptly, then made a beeline for anywhere else. I was afraid he would somehow sense something and I just didn't know how to deal with the emotions of what the Lord seemed to be saying. I was not polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward again...a Saturday in mid-October I was traveling with my high school's marching band for a state-wide competition. We left early in the morning and wouldn't be returning until late into the night. Unbeknown to me, Kenny had phoned my parents earlier in the week mentioning that he would be home for the weekend and asked if he could take them to dinner on that night. My mom, sensing the Lord's movement, said that I would be out-of-town and he could come to our home for dinner. She did not reveal the phone call or plan to me. Then it was time for Mom to let Dad in on what had been transpiring. I assume he was a little surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny came for dinner that evening and said that while he was at our picnic in September he felt like the Lord was telling him, "to ask Angie out." He argued with the Lord making note that she was still a MINOR and in high school, but he couldn't get the thought out of his mind. He then mentioned, "It wasn't anything that she did that day. As a matter of fact, she actually seemed to be avoiding me, like she was angry or something." My parents asked a few more questions and then revealed to him my prayer request and answer in July. They were all stunned to see how the Lord had unveiled His plan for a 25 yr old man and a 16 yr old girl to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents gave Kenny stipulations: he could only come home once a month to date me, I was allowed to date other people and they encouraged him to do so, as well, AND if he touched me he was dead! (or prosecuted or both.) They then agreed that he should ask me to lunch after the Sunday service the next day to tell me how the Lord had moved him to ask me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That he did. We went to Long John Silver's for lunch. There were a few nerves, but the peace that passed all understanding was clearly evident in my heart. God had answered in a way that was unmistakeably Him. How I would need this example to rely on later in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you the story of the outfit in part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-8187464675055471175?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/8187464675055471175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=8187464675055471175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/8187464675055471175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/8187464675055471175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/10/remembering-friend.html' title='Remembering a friend'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-6374550748984614370</id><published>2010-10-13T10:41:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T15:50:14.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Silliness'/><title type='text'>Random Dozen minus # 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Today I'm joining Linda at 2nd cup of Coffee for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/2010/10/ok-so-theres-no-number-4-i-got-lazy-you.html"&gt;Random Dozen.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672090338191202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s200/random+dozen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;1. Is there a word which you initially mispronounced? Were the circumstances in which you made the faux pas embarrassing? By the way, that's not "foax pass." (I know you know that. Just jokin' with ya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I grew up in the Midwest where my family called a sundae a "sun-duh" and a soda a "sodie." Upon entering college I quickly changed their pronunciations to fit the norm, but my SoCal husband LOVES to tease me about "sun-duh" every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you feel about the use of texting shortcuts and trends? (ex: "I've got ur notes. Get them 2 u 2morow.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I feel gr8! (Got a college kid, remember!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell me about your high school senior picture. Please feel free to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TLX7_94dAxI/AAAAAAAABmA/i3WUGL4_uPw/s1600/Angie+Senior+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527601194028827410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TLX7_94dAxI/AAAAAAAABmA/i3WUGL4_uPw/s400/Angie+Senior+Picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; I came home from school on the afternoon of my senior picture and decided that my bangs were too long so I went into the bathroom and started hacking away. They were a little short, but not catastrophically so. This whole outfit, including necklace, was given to me by the guy I was dating at the time. Sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Share a high school or college homecoming memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TLX7_jQhPVI/AAAAAAAABl4/OuViiFw0wrA/s1600/formal+mark+and+angie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527601186882010450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TLX7_jQhPVI/AAAAAAAABl4/OuViiFw0wrA/s400/formal+mark+and+angie+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Our college didn't have homecoming, but we did have formals with banquets and plays/concerts. Those BIG dates were always highlights of the year. Here's a picture of Mark and I looking much younger and thinner than today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Linda at Mocha with Linda wants to know: "Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That's tough. Generally, I prefer sunsets, but I do enjoy watching the sun come up while I'm having devotions on the couch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lea at Cici's Corner asks, "What is something you have not done that you desire to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sightseeing in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Carol at Wanderings of an Elusive Mind ponders, "If you could come back [in another life] as an animal, which would it be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A cat...always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Joyce from The Other Side of the Pond is curious: "Where were you 10 years ago?" Please feel free to elaborate more than just your physical location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I had just moved to Northern Virginia where I wasn't sure I wanted to be. I had left a big sprawling ranch-house on the outskirts of Fresno for a very tiny bungalow in suburban Washington DC. We had left our beloved church and dear friends and were just getting settled and trying to figure out how to make friends in this new city. We weren't in "Kansas" anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When you are proven to be correct in any contentious discussion, do you gloat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Who, me? Maybe. Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite food which includes the ingredient "caramel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Death by Caramel bars. See recipe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://angieshomecooking.blogspot.com/2010/05/death-by-caramel-bars.html"&gt;here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you could be part of any fictional family, which family would you choose and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pseudo-fictional: Laura Ingalls family on Little House on the Prairie. Michael Landon was a great dad! How badly I wanted to be in that family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TLYACTGj90I/AAAAAAAABmI/GhtcJXIFVhA/s1600/Little+House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527605632131397442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TLYACTGj90I/AAAAAAAABmI/GhtcJXIFVhA/s400/Little+House.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-6374550748984614370?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/6374550748984614370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=6374550748984614370&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6374550748984614370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/6374550748984614370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-dozen-minus-4.html' title='Random Dozen minus # 4'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s72-c/random+dozen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-649165553970583774</id><published>2010-10-11T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:03:33.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 - Picture a Day'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Week 30</title><content type='html'>I've missed you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost been 2 months since I've &lt;em&gt;faithfully &lt;/em&gt;blogged. Those two months have been hectic, to say the least. The start of school is crazy for everyone and yet, most of you still continued to blog regularly. Sheesh, how do you do it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When school started I also had two huge projects on my plate - adding to my team and training about 22 volunteers on our computer check-in process at church AND completing registration for about 140 leaders/girls in our American Heritage Girls troop. Every spare moment was spent trying to stay on top of these extra projects and keeping my home up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was determined to get up at 5:30am every morning for devotions before homeschooling began which made me bleary-eyed by 8:30pm. I was often in bed by 9-9:30pm, my usual time to blog. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord helped me through both projects and for the most part I was able to keep up with the laundry and schooling. Please, don't ask about the cooking and cleaning. I've got a little triage to do in those areas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the respite came! October 1st we left for our annual vacation to the mountains. How needed and welcome that was! Whew! It was such a blessing to get away and have some refreshing moments with my family and parents. I'm looking forward to telling you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, though, I want to pick up where I left off with my pictures. Only 10 weeks behind! Good grief! I blog for the purpose of journaling my life more than I do for entertaining you with the latest and greatest, so bear with me while I do a little catching up...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get to the end of 2010, I may have to sum it up as the year of "catching up." Maybe I'll learn a little about myself in the process, you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for hanging with me. I love sharing my life with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday, July 25th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - no picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - no picture&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDqpYvucI/AAAAAAAABko/STwW-lRldzM/s1600/Girls+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504950888217688514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDqpYvucI/AAAAAAAABko/STwW-lRldzM/s400/Girls+flowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls growing zinnias at Grandma's house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDqAeQhJI/AAAAAAAABkg/iedguT2vMXM/s1600/Playdough+closeup+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504950877234955410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDqAeQhJI/AAAAAAAABkg/iedguT2vMXM/s400/Playdough+closeup+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playdough-scape made at Grandma's. I loved the creativity of children! (esp. the blue guy in the blue chair - reminiscent of Gumby!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDpvZl5oI/AAAAAAAABkY/SZ9uE_T0llM/s1600/Conch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504950872651982466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDpvZl5oI/AAAAAAAABkY/SZ9uE_T0llM/s400/Conch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys return and bring home some lovely souvenirs.  This is a conch shell that Rhett found himself - no purchase necessary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDfAfMqLI/AAAAAAAABkQ/3bkxm63iUtQ/s1600/Treasures+from+the+Sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504950688260335794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDfAfMqLI/AAAAAAAABkQ/3bkxm63iUtQ/s400/Treasures+from+the+Sea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have coral, a sand dollar and sea sponge on display. The boys brought the sponge home wet and told the girls that they brought Spongebob home.  We got to see it change into it's hardened form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDehL5V1I/AAAAAAAABkI/9kf_4Ly_ROo/s1600/Bahamas+Boats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504950679857878866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDehL5V1I/AAAAAAAABkI/9kf_4Ly_ROo/s400/Bahamas+Boats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For days we heard about the beautiful scenery in the Bahamas until the pictures were finally developed and we got to "see" it for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - no picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDeLRRgnI/AAAAAAAABkA/ZF4XjpiRY7A/s1600/Big+Breath+Rhett+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504950673974854258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDeLRRgnI/AAAAAAAABkA/ZF4XjpiRY7A/s400/Big+Breath+Rhett+bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rhett spent his 17th birthday in Florida and the Bahamas so we celebrated with grandparents when they returned.  Happy Birthday, son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDdnPa28I/AAAAAAAABj4/tQIf_HvP8sg/s1600/Rhett+Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504950664303401922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDdnPa28I/AAAAAAAABj4/tQIf_HvP8sg/s400/Rhett+Bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't be more proud of the man he is or love him more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDGN7e0JI/AAAAAAAABjw/00TLgVAGw1E/s1600/David+with+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 386px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504950262371897490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDGN7e0JI/AAAAAAAABjw/00TLgVAGw1E/s400/David+with+family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pictured: Rhett, Uncle David, Mark, Ashley, Angie, Tara (in yellow), Katie (in pink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's brother, Uncle David, came through town on a school trip. We went downtown to meet him and spend a few hours relaxing with a picnic on the Mall before his 25 school bus ride back to Minnesota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-649165553970583774?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/649165553970583774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=649165553970583774&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/649165553970583774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/649165553970583774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/08/project-365-week-30.html' title='Project 365: Week 30'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGWDqpYvucI/AAAAAAAABko/STwW-lRldzM/s72-c/Girls+flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-5687582942066748381</id><published>2010-09-14T19:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T19:25:55.015-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Just Waaay Too Busy!</title><content type='html'>I just realized a moment ago that I missed my own post party this past weekend. I had read through some great blogs too so you may get a mid-week party or maybe even a two week party next weekend. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waaaay too busy. My sanity is shaky. I think. :) I gave my Saturday to helping my son with his Eagle Project, Sunday was given to church and training of new Awana volunteers. Yesterday we had a full day of school, followed by errands to get done for Boy Scouts before they met last night. Then I endured the onslaught of American Heritage Girls registration in the evening. Can't tell you how many times I've cried on someone's shoulder this weekend and said, "I can't keep up this pace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to two art classes and then spent the day running errands which included lunch out, a little time at the playground and 2 hours at the library. I feel better now. I just needed my family time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house still looks like it didn't survive a hurricane and the remaining clothes in the drawers/closets is reminding me of poor Mother Hubbard, but my sanity is less shaky and I'm grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a book on stress management (which I'm sure my cardiologist would be glad to hear) and it mentioned a simple "tool" to use that I put into practice a little bit today and it helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is that even if you ARE rushed, as we all are at times, you should tell yourself in the MOMENT YOU ARE IN that you have all the time that you need. Don't tell yourself you don't have time to load the washer, if you are standing there loading the washer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, actually, do have the time, but the mental load you are carrying by telling yourself that you don't have the time drains you of energy and increases your stress level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried it today while driving to the art classes. I ended up singing summer camp songs with my kids and still making it there peacefully and on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried it while sitting on the park bench waiting for my girls to explore all the areas of the new playground. I did have time to enjoy them climbing, sliding and running instead of constantly looking at my watch trying to figure out how I was going to get it all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't get it all done. It's never-ending, but I can get the most important things done today in MOMENTS that I'm completely in...trying to enjoy the task at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest I just leave in the Lord's hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-5687582942066748381?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/5687582942066748381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=5687582942066748381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5687582942066748381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5687582942066748381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-waaay-too-busy.html' title='Just Waaay Too Busy!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-7982249281352848268</id><published>2010-09-10T22:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T07:15:35.593-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer request'/><title type='text'>Quick Prayer Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The day went well and there were no injuries! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Praise&lt;/span&gt; the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm looking forward to showing you the day in pictures. Until then...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have a great Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Sat the 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, is my son's Eagle Project Work day. We will have over 30 scouts helping Rhett build portable roll-up boardwalks for local park events. There will be power tools, including two saws (table &amp;amp; hack?) and a drill press. All will be well-supervised, but it will be dangerous. Would you say a quick prayer for safety and success? It would be greatly appreciated. I'll be sure to take pictures and fill you all in when completed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-7982249281352848268?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/7982249281352848268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=7982249281352848268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7982249281352848268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7982249281352848268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/09/quick-prayer-please.html' title='Quick Prayer Please!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-5837086388155839945</id><published>2010-09-07T19:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:16:43.841-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy Inflation</title><content type='html'>Tara lost a tooth last night and carefully tucked it into the Tooth Fairy pillow at bedtime.  The following conversation occurred right after breakfast this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara: "Mom, I think the Tooth Fairy left me $10!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What?" (looking a little shocked!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara: "I think she left me $10. Probably because I gave her the tooth on the first night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tara usually holds on to teeth in a baggie for months and shows it to everyone. Then loses it; then finds it. Then extorts the tooth fairy with an &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt; tooth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (thoughts scrambling): "Wow! That would be somethin!  I've never heard of the Tooth Fairy giving so much money though.  Why do you think she left you $10?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara: "When I got the money out of the pillow I saw a one; maybe I just missed the zero 'cause when I counted all my money I had $12."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "How much did you have before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara: "I don't know.  I thought I paid you for the silly bandz with my $10. I don't think I had one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Silly bandz?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara: "Yeah, when we were at Staples!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (relieved) "Uh-uh! You did NOT pay me for those silly bandz.   I think we forgot you owed me.  You already had the $10 and the Tooth Fairy gave you $1."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara: "Oh, man! I was going to turn my teeth in on time from now on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (sighing with relief) "I bet you were."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-5837086388155839945?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/5837086388155839945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=5837086388155839945&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5837086388155839945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/5837086388155839945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/09/tooth-fairy-inflation.html' title='Tooth Fairy Inflation'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-8682597653446011856</id><published>2010-09-06T20:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:13:45.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Three Wishes...</title><content type='html'>Recently on Beth Moore's &lt;a href="http://blog.lproof.org/"&gt;Living Proof Ministries blog, &lt;/a&gt;Beth asked readers to share three wishes. We were to finish the phrase, "If I could, I would..." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Commenters&lt;/span&gt; were not to be negative with thoughts of redoing past mistakes, but were to look ahead and dream of doing things without regard to money, energy, time or ability. It was all in good fun, but got me to thinking. I perused some of the 1200 comments and many did not ring true for me, but I was caught off guard when I had emotional responses to some of the entries. Could these be my dreams, as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually try to keep it lighthearted around here, but if I were truly unlimited to do as I wish, I would love to have one or all three of these dreams come true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Build and run an orphanage in a poor country. (Peru?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Own a restaurant with my husband in the town where my daughter goes to college. After closing hours, open the doors to the college students and feed them snacks while we have Bible study and prayer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Speak to women about their faith - share my journey and encourage them to trust God fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one of these would fulfill my longing to minister in the name of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your three wishes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-8682597653446011856?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/8682597653446011856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=8682597653446011856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/8682597653446011856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/8682597653446011856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/09/three-wishes.html' title='Three Wishes...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-3760269270046824060</id><published>2010-09-04T16:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T16:47:19.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Party'/><title type='text'>Post Party!</title><content type='html'>I'm startin' something new around here called the Post Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; post and wished you could share it with your friends, but then spent the next hour meandering through other&lt;em&gt; good-ish&lt;/em&gt; posts and forgot all about that one jewel that you thought was worth sharing? me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each weekend I'm going to highlight some posts from the previous week that I think you might be interested in reading. I will categorize these posts so if you want to skip a category that doesn't interest you, feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to nominate a post you've written ('cause we all know there are posts we love ourselves) or someone elses, just leave me a comment or send me an email. Maybe it will make the Post Party! The only rule is that it must have been published within the previous six days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's this week's posts I think you'll enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too Funny &amp;amp; relatable:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://allthingsaro.blogspot.com/2010/09/too-much-power.html"&gt;http://allthingsaro.blogspot.com/2010/09/too-much-power.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Books:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://aliteraryodyssey.blogspot.com/2010/09/book-54-on-fenimore-coopers-literary.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ALiteraryOdyssey+%28A+Literary+Odyssey%29"&gt;http://aliteraryodyssey.blogspot.com/2010/09/book-54-on-fenimore-coopers-literary.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ALiteraryOdyssey+%28A+Literary+Odyssey%29&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decorating:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.impartinggrace.com/2010/09/arranging-silk-flowers.html"&gt;http://www.impartinggrace.com/2010/09/arranging-silk-flowers.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://lindsaycramp.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-weeks-before-d-day.html"&gt;http://lindsaycramp.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-weeks-before-d-day.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://familyteamof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-case-of-emergency.html"&gt;http://familyteamof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-case-of-emergency.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to share WHY I love these posts; I wanted you to enjoy them without any bias from me. Happy Reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-3760269270046824060?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/3760269270046824060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=3760269270046824060&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/3760269270046824060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/3760269270046824060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/09/post-party.html' title='Post Party!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-1035378982563985214</id><published>2010-09-04T10:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T14:06:42.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Good Riddance, Summer!</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me, knows I HATE summer. Anyone who knows me knows I HATE the word "HATE," but there it is. I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; summer. I survive it, get through it, whine and belly-ache about it, and generally, loathe it. But...I do love celebrating it's end, even if it is a bit premature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we celebrated summer's demise by going to the local water park as a family. I wanted to take my camera to share the day with you, but, you know, it is a &lt;em&gt;WATER&lt;/em&gt; park. I can tell you, it was a lot of fun! Our local water park has a mining theme so there were mountain slides, raft rides, covered wagon slides, floating barrels to walk across and dumping water buckets along the lazy river. What fun! We were there for a couple of hours when all of sudden the lifeguards blew their whistles and everyone exited the pools. I loved the announcement over the intercom that followed: "Due to circumstances beyond our control The Water Mine will be closed for the next hour and a half. We're sorry for this inconvenience." Yep, someone pooped in the pool. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Martens' gang sat there wondering whether to wait it out and pay the exorbitant pizza prices for a late lunch or call it a day and leave. After much deliberation, we decided we'd grab a cheaper lunch outside of the park and go shopping for soccer gear for the girls. (They begin their first venture into soccer on Wednesday!) The girls, like any children, were disappointed, but were spirited by the suggestion of a carousel ride in the park across the lawn from the water park. It was free; we loved that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On leaving the water park, we were told that if we wanted to relinquish our armbands (so we couldn't return later in the day), they would give each of us a pass that would be good through the end of next June. That cracked me up, because the water park closes on Monday and they are only open on weekends between Memorial Day and the card's expiration date next summer. How many guests will actually be able to keep, let alone retrieve, their free passes in 10 months? Seemed to me like a pretty safe bet for the water park. Oh well. For us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt;-organizers, retrieving those free passes in 10 months won't be a problem! Hopefully, the water temperature will cooperate. Knowing summer around here that won't be a problem either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Riddance, Summer! You've had your fun! Now let's get on to cooler weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it's a high of 79 today and I've got the windows wide open - which hasn't happened for months around here. It's just a two-day teaser, thanks to the crazy weather over the Atlantic, but I'll take it! Is it time to bake a pie yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-1035378982563985214?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/1035378982563985214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=1035378982563985214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/1035378982563985214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/1035378982563985214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-riddance-summer.html' title='Good Riddance, Summer!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-3470859818847564977</id><published>2010-09-02T09:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T09:58:15.092-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Contemplating, but think not!</title><content type='html'>It's been half a month since I last blogged. In my blog world, that's an eternity!  Honestly, I've thought about quitting. Hopefully, someone gasps, "No!" Or do I hear crickets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fear, I think I'll stick it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around our house we casually call August "Hell Month!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is usually the only month in the year that I do not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;, but spend an inordinate amount of time preparing for the next school year. (I took two months off this year, but did I get ahead...NO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also added the American Heritage Girls Troop registration drive the last two Augusts (which has been known to include some all-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nighters&lt;/span&gt;.)  The task of putting together the paperwork for 100 people is monumental. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we add the drama of sending Ashley off to college.  It makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this year we added two car accidents, a trip to the ER, purchasing a well-used car (oh, the pains of that!), and the acknowledgement that my husband will be out of work soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be enough for anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on top, we've added work deadlines that I'm struggling with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son's Eagle Project Work Day is in 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11...I lead &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awana&lt;/span&gt; Greeter Training. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhett also began a new job that includes my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chauffeuring&lt;/span&gt; back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week begins our homeschooling year, Children's Choir, Art Classes, Soccer, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CoOp&lt;/span&gt; classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just putting this all into words makes me want to check my sanity!  Hence, the need to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write posts in my head as I go through each day.  I have moments where I think, "Oh, this would make a great post," but have nothing with me to jot down the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ENJOY blogging.  I enjoy sharing my life with others. I love the quirky ways we look at life. I enjoy reading about what's happening in YOUR families, whether we're old friends or new.  I think it would be so neat to meet a fellow-blogger someday (whenever you come to DC, just let me know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fills a need. Don't know what it is, but I'm teaching Psychology this year so if I run across it, I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then...whether I'm ON or OFF, my heart is still with you.  My brain...sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will spend preparing for school, choosing music for choir and yoga tonight with a friend.  That doesn't sound too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you'll just have to come back to find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-3470859818847564977?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/3470859818847564977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=3470859818847564977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/3470859818847564977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/3470859818847564977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/09/contemplating-but-think-not.html' title='Contemplating, but think not!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-4821994773288690788</id><published>2010-08-15T15:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:47:40.429-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Update with Blessings</title><content type='html'>Well, after posting my Friday fill-in and promising to return with pictures my computer died! Yep. Dead. Blue screen. Beeping. Not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the equivalent of a brain surgeon for a computer fix-it guy/husband and by last night he had me up and running...no data lost. I do not take this for granted. I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon he had to tell me how to operate the machine sitting on my desk, but I can at least converse with the world again. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I took a few minutes and wrote out the blessings we encountered this week to try and get my focus BACK into right perspective. Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) After being told Mark's car was totaled, the insurance company priced the estimate and we will have some money to put down on a new vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) We have good insurance so once the issues are ironed out (which I'd rather not share on my blog, since it involves others outside our family), Ashley's accident will be covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My daughter is fine. She only has bumps and bruises, although it looked like it should've been worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) On Thursday our family doctor said to come in right away. He saw us within 5 minutes, even though the waiting room was full. (Sorry, folks.) He did a VERY thorough exam and confirmed that Ashley had no shearing or bleeding in the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) We still have a car to drive (and share!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I still have all my pictures and documents...amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) We can still have fun. The gang is upstairs painting the girls' room yellow, pink and purple. I'll show you the renovation when we're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord walks with those who put their trust in Him. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;didn't change; just our circumstances. The One who could be trusted 2 weeks ago when things were going well, can still be trusted when trouble is around every corner. He is faithful and that's what I choose to focus on today. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue my project 365 updates later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed Sunday, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-4821994773288690788?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/4821994773288690788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=4821994773288690788&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/4821994773288690788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/4821994773288690788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/08/update.html' title='Update with Blessings'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-7949818882843648692</id><published>2010-08-13T11:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T11:36:49.223-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other blogs'/><title type='text'>Friday Fill-In &amp; Update</title><content type='html'>You can join &lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janet's Friday Fill-ins &lt;/a&gt;for a quick post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Music is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;melodic Scripture to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quiet time&lt;/span&gt; is what I like first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The first thing I said this morning was, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I'm stressed out; leave me alone." (not proud of that one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Potluck BBQ&lt;/span&gt;; it's what's for dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It's all been &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a little too much lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Praying and crying&lt;/span&gt; is what I feel like doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm looking forward to getting to know Mark's worship group better, &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow my plans include &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;housework, laundry, etc.&lt;/span&gt; and Sunday, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want to get a good night's rest for the water park on Monday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;**Sorry it's a little melancholy. Since Wednesday morning, we've encountered the news of a totaled car (my husband's accident the week before), a 90 day letter of termination for my husband because his government contract is ending, my daughter's car accident in which she shattered the windshield with her head (she's fine after time in the ER and Dr. office), and the news that we may have issues with the car insurance. # 5 &amp;amp; 6 is just how I feel, but I TRUST COMPLETELY that all of this is not news to God and that He has us safely in His Hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I am afraid, I will trust in You. Psalm 56:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;**I'll be back later with a project 365 update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-7949818882843648692?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/7949818882843648692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=7949818882843648692&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7949818882843648692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7949818882843648692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-can-join-janets-friday-fill-ins-for.html' title='Friday Fill-In &amp; Update'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-7031535578492690345</id><published>2010-08-12T10:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:00:54.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 - Picture a Day'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Week 29</title><content type='html'>If you've been following along, I'm updating my daily picture project for the summer. I was supposed to post my pictures every week, but it didn't happen. Life happens. I'm catching you up this week so I can get back into the groove of things and connect with Project 365 pals this weekend. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, July 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIjgoi-PI/AAAAAAAABjg/yggpT0yVA_M/s1600/Chicken+Cacciatore+Pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504534050702031090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIjgoi-PI/AAAAAAAABjg/yggpT0yVA_M/s400/Chicken+Cacciatore+Pot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my mother-in-law's famed dinners. It's simple to make and delicious. You can find the recipe &lt;a href="http://angieshomecooking.blogspot.com/2010/08/chicken-cacciatore.html"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIjMus25I/AAAAAAAABjY/W8Qzoo45BEU/s1600/Boys+leaving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504534045359135634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIjMus25I/AAAAAAAABjY/W8Qzoo45BEU/s400/Boys+leaving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys headed out early Monday morning to spend a week in the Bahamas on a Boy Scout Seabase Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIaxC-xoI/AAAAAAAABjQ/vxy1DtSXcOY/s1600/Crystal+Garden+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504533900489049730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIaxC-xoI/AAAAAAAABjQ/vxy1DtSXcOY/s400/Crystal+Garden+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Science Experiment time. The girls and I set up a crystal garden growing kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIanAUSEI/AAAAAAAABjI/gjLsdGOLLhY/s1600/2CrystalGarden2hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504533897793521730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIanAUSEI/AAAAAAAABjI/gjLsdGOLLhY/s400/2CrystalGarden2hour.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just two hours later it was already beginning to grow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIaIUP82I/AAAAAAAABjA/2eQ9y8G_29Y/s1600/4CrystalGarden2hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504533889555624802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIaIUP82I/AAAAAAAABjA/2eQ9y8G_29Y/s400/4CrystalGarden2hour.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Four hours later, a little more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIZ2wlITI/AAAAAAAABi4/QIRZDsGQ3-k/s1600/5CrystalGarden5hours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504533884842615090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIZ2wlITI/AAAAAAAABi4/QIRZDsGQ3-k/s400/5CrystalGarden5hours.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before going to bed, this is how far it had come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIQk_pZ3I/AAAAAAAABiw/-KtdcbJUEpE/s1600/6CrystalGarden10hours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504533725455148914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIQk_pZ3I/AAAAAAAABiw/-KtdcbJUEpE/s400/6CrystalGarden10hours.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We awoke to a beautiful garden ten hours later... (a little more snow on the "grass")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIQHJg8uI/AAAAAAAABio/WLROV-N_zyY/s1600/8CrystalGarden19hours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504533717443474146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIQHJg8uI/AAAAAAAABio/WLROV-N_zyY/s400/8CrystalGarden19hours.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It didn't change a lot, but here we are on the third day! Wouldn't time lapse on this project have been fun. Too bad I'm not that technical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIPnDWG8I/AAAAAAAABig/nDTBijDSEnY/s1600/creampuffdujour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504533708827663298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIPnDWG8I/AAAAAAAABig/nDTBijDSEnY/s400/creampuffdujour.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katie is my little foodie around here. She took a regular cream puff, one of her favorite treats, and kicked it up a notch with chocolate syrup and powdered sugar. Then she snapped a picture. I have a food blogger in the making!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-7031535578492690345?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/7031535578492690345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=7031535578492690345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7031535578492690345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/7031535578492690345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/08/project-365-week-29.html' title='Project 365: Week 29'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGQIjgoi-PI/AAAAAAAABjg/yggpT0yVA_M/s72-c/Chicken+Cacciatore+Pot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-2412735523457287432</id><published>2010-08-11T16:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:02:03.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Tube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Silliness'/><title type='text'>Random Dozen is Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672090338191202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s200/random+dozen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Come join the fun at Lid's &lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Cup of Coffee.&lt;/a&gt; Just cut and paste her questions, share your unique answers and link back to the Random Dozen Meme. It's that simple. You'll have fun, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When was the last time you laughed until you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The last time I laughed until I cried was when I saw this video on my husband's IPhone as we're pulling into church on Sunday morning. What a fun way to start the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2jdWH9N-JXI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2jdWH9N-JXI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you found $10 today, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tuck it in my wallet and save it for paper, office supplies or chocolate - my splurges. OR, give it to a needy college student - whichever came first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you volunteer anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've spent the last 3 years setting up a library &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;at church and volunteering as a leader and registrar in my daughters' American Heritage Girl troop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite summertime veggie or fruit, and how do you eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Green Beans - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sauteed&lt;/span&gt;. See the recipe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://angieshomecooking.blogspot.com/2009/03/sauteed-green-beans.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love all kinds of fruit - blended in a cold frosty smoothie. See recipe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://angieshomecooking.blogspot.com/2010/06/fruit-smoothies.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And...maybe a cold slice of watermelon. Love that too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;. (A three for one answer! We like our food around here, what can I say.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is your social sphere (circle of friends) small, medium or large?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How subjective! At first, I thought, small. My closest friends are limited, but I have a wide range of good friends. So my answer is "just enough for me!" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; leave you guessing. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When was the last time you attended a family or school reunion? How did that go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My kids, mom and I attended a family reunion at the end of June. It was a lot of fun; see this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/08/project-365-week-26.html"&gt;post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you're feeling blue, what is the best way someone can cheer you up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not much. I usually have to find a way out of the blues myself. Flowers and chocolate help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you taken a vacation this summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We took a trip to clear out Grandma's house. It did not feel like a vacation. My boys went to the Bahamas. I saw the pictures. I'm hanging in there until our annual vacation this fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the most unnecessary item you carry with you all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gum. I hate gum, but my girls like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is the best summer flick you have seen so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://despicable.me/"&gt;Despicable Me&lt;/a&gt; - loved that movie. (I want a glow-in-the-dark minion!) Need to see &lt;a href="http://inceptionmovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Inception.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Describe a perfect summer day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One with air conditioning, a cold glass of lemonade and maybe an old movie or good book. Now, if you asked me to describe a perfect autumn day, I'd have the details. I survive the summer. Be gone, hot weather, be gone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Please a share a favorite photo from the summer so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGGlSKwTS7I/AAAAAAAABhg/tZHZnaZZKI8/s1600/Farmer%27s+Market+peppers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503861951166630834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGGlSKwTS7I/AAAAAAAABhg/tZHZnaZZKI8/s400/Farmer%27s+Market+peppers.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Peppers at the Farmer's Market. Gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-2412735523457287432?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/2412735523457287432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=2412735523457287432&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/2412735523457287432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/2412735523457287432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-dozen-is-back.html' title='Random Dozen is Back!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s72-c/random+dozen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-740596386746920837</id><published>2010-08-11T15:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:27:47.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 - Picture a Day'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Week 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday, July 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGL9TMzPo_I/AAAAAAAABiY/fImHE4vn_6A/s1600/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504240200895669234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGL9TMzPo_I/AAAAAAAABiY/fImHE4vn_6A/s400/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a shirt I bought while in the Midwest. I do not wear loud clothes or orange. This shirt is both. I LOVE it. Don't know why, but I would've paid full price for it (but didn't!) We've all got to have something our kids can blackmail us with later. BTW, it was bad lighting/kid operated camera that made my face red - not the color of the shirt. That's my story and I'm sticking with it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGL9S6uba3I/AAAAAAAABiQ/8OKimFUcIDI/s1600/Waiting+for+the+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504240196043631474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGL9S6uba3I/AAAAAAAABiQ/8OKimFUcIDI/s400/Waiting+for+the+pool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls were invited by friends to go to a local water park for the day. Here they are waiting just outside the front door. They were ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGL9SQwA7pI/AAAAAAAABiI/Es7ATTDnaY8/s1600/Embroidery+Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504240184775995026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGL9SQwA7pI/AAAAAAAABiI/Es7ATTDnaY8/s400/Embroidery+Collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I inherited my Grandma's quilting and embroidery materials. Here is part of the embroidery stash. She had thread that cost 15 cents - love that. (I'm guessing I'll have to check for colorfastness.) She also had a set of Farmer's needles. I don't know what half of them are, but look forward to finding out. I love carrying on the traditions that Grandma left behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wednesday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGL9HPKKH6I/AAAAAAAABiA/sAFiZ94dtt8/s1600/Ranch+Pork+Chops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504239995370217378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGL9HPKKH6I/AAAAAAAABiA/sAFiZ94dtt8/s400/Ranch+Pork+Chops.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I needed quick and easy meals to cook once I got home. This one is fast and delicious. See the recipe &lt;a href="http://angieshomecooking.blogspot.com/2010/08/ranch-pork-chops.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGL9G0A67kI/AAAAAAAABh4/P_poYT_wM3s/s1600/Bad+Hair+Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504239988083715650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGL9G0A67kI/AAAAAAAABh4/P_poYT_wM3s/s400/Bad+Hair+Collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speaking of blackmail...my 8-year-old snapped some pictures of her brother while he was getting his hair buzzed off. I included a pic of him with a full head of hair so you saw the transformation. Why do guys love to fool around when getting a haircut? (Am I jealous? maybe.) Anyway, we got a laugh out of the curly Mohawk, but I think he looks best with a short shave. Perfect for the upcoming vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGL9Gnqy14I/AAAAAAAABhw/PzZeF2UNH1I/s1600/Tent+Awning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504239984769685378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGL9Gnqy14I/AAAAAAAABhw/PzZeF2UNH1I/s400/Tent+Awning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We needed to get shoes with non-marking soles for Rhett to wear on the boat in the Bahamas. We went to Sports Authority and the girls hung out under the tent awning in the entry way while the boys made the purchase. The girls pretended to be mannequins and people coming into the store got a good laugh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGL9GAD8mPI/AAAAAAAABho/6lh7L8teOZg/s1600/Oreo+Cake+slice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504239974137764082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGL9GAD8mPI/AAAAAAAABho/6lh7L8teOZg/s400/Oreo+Cake+slice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eat. some. cake. This one is to die for. See recipe &lt;a href="http://angieshomecooking.blogspot.com/2010/08/oreo-cake.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2513055535346272365-740596386746920837?l=angiesadlib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/feeds/740596386746920837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2513055535346272365&amp;postID=740596386746920837&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/740596386746920837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2513055535346272365/posts/default/740596386746920837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiesadlib.blogspot.com/2010/08/project-365-week-28.html' title='Project 365: Week 28'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771913913727435049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TEL0BauNrYI/AAAAAAAABcg/LCF0jmlJ0_g/S220/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGL9TMzPo_I/AAAAAAAABiY/fImHE4vn_6A/s72-c/Angie+Bright+Shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513055535346272365.post-5720534575919124440</id><published>2010-08-10T13:11:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T14:24:12.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 - Picture a Day'/><title type='text'>Project 365: week 27</title><content type='html'>Today is the third installation of my Project 365 catch-up! If you'd like to see what's been happening around here this summer check out any of the Project 365 posts that I've put up in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday, July 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGGJXSTOLLI/AAAAAAAABgQ/dLYNWVd5x7k/s1600/girls+and+fireflies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503831252765912242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGGJXSTOLLI/AAAAAAAABgQ/dLYNWVd5x7k/s400/girls+and+fireflies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We didn't go out and see fireworks this year, but watched the National fireworks on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; via PBS. It actually made us cry to see our hometown's spectacular display and miss it. We knew right where Mark, Grandpa, Ashley and Rhett were as they watched the fireworks over the Mall. Although we were homesick, we made the best of the night. The girls collected their own "fireworks" - fireflies! Several evenings they headed out to the backyard to chase the the flickering bugs. Their top score was 30 in one jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGGMIXoUqrI/AAAAAAAABgY/Z-2DzQ_ZTeI/s1600/wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503834295033440946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGGMIXoUqrI/AAAAAAAABgY/Z-2DzQ_ZTeI/s400/wallpaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wallpaper. Do you have any memories of your grandparent's or great-grandparent's homes? I remember wood burning stoves, outhouses, wringer washing machines, clocks, quilts, gold painted rooms, but I will never forget Grandma's favorite wallpaper hanging in her kitchen. It just makes me smile because it is "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt; Grandma!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGGJM9W0c5I/AAAAAAAABgA/KrR2cdO5pmQ/s1600/Grams+House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503831075345167250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGGJM9W0c5I/AAAAAAAABgA/KrR2cdO5pmQ/s400/Grams+House.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the last time we'll be at Grandma's house. We may drive by years from now, but it will be like my childhood home - just a memory. It will have another owner's stamp on it. We miss you, Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGGJMbXxYGI/AAAAAAAABf4/nUemBTDFNo4/s1600/Grave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503831066222354530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGGJMbXxYGI/AAAAAAAABf4/nUemBTDFNo4/s400/Grave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We drove to the cemetery on our way out of town. Grandma's grave will be dutifully colored with seasonal flowers thanks to my uncle. I'm looking forward to her getting her gravestone. We say good-bye, one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGGIsDBR06I/AAAAAAAABfw/1qZXerZE-z0/s1600/Loaded+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503830509929747362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGGIsDBR06I/AAAAAAAABfw/1qZXerZE-z0/s400/Loaded+car.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The car is PACKED! jam. packed. Every available space is being used. Even then, our 4 foot Santa, that the girls stipulated "HAD" to come home with us, had to catch a ride in Grandma's car. At first Santa was in my passenger seat, but when we got laughs at the ice cream stand I figured I didn't need Santa riding shotgun thousands of miles across the country. Now that would've been a good picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGGIrYwkIDI/AAAAAAAABfo/cR3FZfizzMI/s1600/Road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503830498585354290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGGIrYwkIDI/AAAAAAAABfo/cR3FZfizzMI/s400/Road.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "On the Road again..." Yes, my mom was listening to Willie in her car and we often serenaded each other over the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walkie&lt;/span&gt; talkies. It's always so good to reach the hills/mountains of West Virginia. Then we know we're almost home. Love the flat corn fields too, but the mountains have my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3SsGsBhZEk/TGGIrIylpaI
