<?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-8704131629790738338</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:29:47.508-06:00</updated><category term='articles'/><category term='Verse'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Yum'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Walk With the Lord'/><category term='English'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Humorous'/><category term='Trust'/><category term='America'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Friday for His Glory'/><category term='Ryan'/><category term='Violin'/><category term='homework'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='Ashlyn'/><category term='Military'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='Kristin'/><category term='Garden'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Trey'/><category term='Nathan'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='Encouragement'/><category term='papers'/><category term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>In the Life of a Musician...</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts, ideas, inspirations, lessons learned, things discovered... I could go on and on.  Basically, this is a blog about the life of a daughter of the Lord Jesus Christ sharing what she loves, and trying to serve Him in all that she does.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-1298729078171270377</id><published>2012-02-04T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T18:26:41.145-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Our New Little Addition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eKoFdFPjHM4/Ty3K8i_oxhI/AAAAAAAABD4/0kiJr_eAQ-8/s1600/IMG_2840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eKoFdFPjHM4/Ty3K8i_oxhI/AAAAAAAABD4/0kiJr_eAQ-8/s640/IMG_2840.jpg" width="640" /&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-job8YjJOhF4/Ty3L535gTuI/AAAAAAAABEQ/VH8UK18z7Tg/s1600/IMG_2844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-job8YjJOhF4/Ty3L535gTuI/AAAAAAAABEQ/VH8UK18z7Tg/s640/IMG_2844.jpg" width="426" /&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KLQ8XOYTARQ/Ty3L1f39h-I/AAAAAAAABEI/Pn1YFSvf_Jc/s1600/IMG_2843.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KLQ8XOYTARQ/Ty3L1f39h-I/AAAAAAAABEI/Pn1YFSvf_Jc/s640/IMG_2843.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXwBedVoqV0/Ty3L-Rj4npI/AAAAAAAABEY/R9js3P4awII/s1600/IMG_2848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXwBedVoqV0/Ty3L-Rj4npI/AAAAAAAABEY/R9js3P4awII/s640/IMG_2848.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6uutmnk_1U/Ty3MC4aQmcI/AAAAAAAABEg/0ofW7vLBb_0/s1600/IMG_2850.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6uutmnk_1U/Ty3MC4aQmcI/AAAAAAAABEg/0ofW7vLBb_0/s640/IMG_2850.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SArialazDqk/Ty3LEXZ7IoI/AAAAAAAABEA/LMM9wCJvWps/s1600/IMG_2853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SArialazDqk/Ty3LEXZ7IoI/AAAAAAAABEA/LMM9wCJvWps/s640/IMG_2853.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think he's pretty cute. :) We still haven't decided on what to call him, but we have a few choices picked out. He is a Great Pyrenees puppy, so this little guy will be &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;big &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;when he grows up. :) &amp;nbsp;Nathan paid for him with his own money, he has been searching &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and searching&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for a dog for a long time. &amp;nbsp;He is so happy we found this little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;Kristin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-1298729078171270377?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/1298729078171270377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=1298729078171270377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/1298729078171270377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/1298729078171270377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-new-little-addition.html' title='Our New Little Addition...'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eKoFdFPjHM4/Ty3K8i_oxhI/AAAAAAAABD4/0kiJr_eAQ-8/s72-c/IMG_2840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-288797099860495142</id><published>2012-01-27T22:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T22:40:09.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DERykYk6y0Y/TyN3OfzL0gI/AAAAAAAABCU/TGxJG7dvPMI/s1600/IMG_2720bk&amp;amp;w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DERykYk6y0Y/TyN3OfzL0gI/AAAAAAAABCU/TGxJG7dvPMI/s640/IMG_2720bk&amp;amp;w.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This precious girl is my new little cousin, Miss Anna Grace Green.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&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/-tF2bBjhIGG4/TyN3TOTVyVI/AAAAAAAABCc/6KRbYQy5NYM/s1600/IMG_2733bk&amp;amp;w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tF2bBjhIGG4/TyN3TOTVyVI/AAAAAAAABCc/6KRbYQy5NYM/s640/IMG_2733bk&amp;amp;w.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/-5RO1S9rE7iE/TyN3ZdOfxoI/AAAAAAAABCk/uNYenmpkBrU/s1600/IMG_2743bk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5RO1S9rE7iE/TyN3ZdOfxoI/AAAAAAAABCk/uNYenmpkBrU/s640/IMG_2743bk.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she may already have everybody wrapped around her little finger. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5RO1S9rE7iE/TyN3ZdOfxoI/AAAAAAAABCk/uNYenmpkBrU/s1600/IMG_2743bk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIKuw5MPJAs/TyN3KFRHCEI/AAAAAAAABCM/G6CVWl4F8bI/s1600/IMG_2716bk&amp;amp;w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIKuw5MPJAs/TyN3KFRHCEI/AAAAAAAABCM/G6CVWl4F8bI/s640/IMG_2716bk&amp;amp;w.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was so blessed to get to hold her for awhile. &amp;nbsp;I think it made my day. :) &amp;nbsp;I probably could have sat and watched her sleep for a very long time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Even thou&lt;/span&gt;gh babies don't do much while they are sleeping, it is fascinating to watch their changing expressions, the little smile, and hear the soft coos that they murmur while they are sleeping. &amp;nbsp;I know I have already said it, but this little girl is so precious. &amp;nbsp;I pray that God will bless her and her Mommy and Daddy. &amp;nbsp;You may see this Kera and Andrew, so I just wanted to say thank you for letting us come see her. &amp;nbsp;It was such a blessing for all of us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&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/-3Hpdst_qs18/TyN3eCpg2tI/AAAAAAAABCs/WW977X6bMhU/s1600/IMG_2747bk&amp;amp;w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Hpdst_qs18/TyN3eCpg2tI/AAAAAAAABCs/WW977X6bMhU/s640/IMG_2747bk&amp;amp;w.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;"For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="xref" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-NASB-16253Q&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference Q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Q&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;formed my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;inward parts; Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="xref" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-NASB-16253R&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference R&amp;quot;&amp;gt;R&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;wove me in my mother’s womb. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;I will give thanks to You, for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;I am fearfully and wonderfully made;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;onderful are Your works,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;nd my soul knows it very well."-Psalm 139:13-14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-288797099860495142?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/288797099860495142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=288797099860495142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/288797099860495142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/288797099860495142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-miss-anna.html' title='Little Miss Anna'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DERykYk6y0Y/TyN3OfzL0gI/AAAAAAAABCU/TGxJG7dvPMI/s72-c/IMG_2720bk&amp;w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-8597920059765119052</id><published>2012-01-27T09:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:03:11.642-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday for His Glory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Friday For His Glory: Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I am participating in a small photography challenge this year. &amp;nbsp;Each Friday we post on that week's theme. &amp;nbsp;I thought that I would also post my picture and thoughts from the challenge on this blog. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This week's theme is "light."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg02TRjWo3Y/TyK56LyqJLI/AAAAAAAABB8/onTGXv4EAh8/s1600/IMG_2219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg02TRjWo3Y/TyK56LyqJLI/AAAAAAAABB8/onTGXv4EAh8/s640/IMG_2219.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Then Jesus again spoke to them, saying, 'I am the Light of the world;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he who follows Me will not walk in the darkness, but will have the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Light of life.'"-John 8:12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"So then, my beloved, just as you have always obeyed, not as in my&amp;nbsp;presence only, but now much more in my absence, work out your&amp;nbsp;salvation with fear and trembling; for it is God who is at work in&amp;nbsp;you, both to will and to work for His good pleasure. Do all things&amp;nbsp;without grumbling or disputing; so that you will prove yourselves to&amp;nbsp;be blameless and innocent, children of God above reproach in the midst&amp;nbsp;of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you appear as lights&amp;nbsp;in the world, holding fast the word of life, so that in the day of&amp;nbsp;Christ I will have reason to glory because I did not run in vain nor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;toil in vain." -Philippians 2:12-16&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Have a blessed day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Kristin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-8597920059765119052?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/8597920059765119052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=8597920059765119052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/8597920059765119052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/8597920059765119052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-for-his-glory-light.html' title='Friday For His Glory: Light'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg02TRjWo3Y/TyK56LyqJLI/AAAAAAAABB8/onTGXv4EAh8/s72-c/IMG_2219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-7543465101718163143</id><published>2012-01-20T09:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T22:55:53.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, For His Glory: Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I am participating in a small photography challenge this year.&amp;nbsp; Each Friday we post on that week's theme.&amp;nbsp; I thought that I would also post my picture and thoughts from the challenge on this blog. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This week's theme is "music."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXIoYXg6Qw/TxmuqRVVHTI/AAAAAAAABA0/9FWwqbfk850/s1600/IMG_2426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXIoYXg6Qw/TxmuqRVVHTI/AAAAAAAABA0/9FWwqbfk850/s640/IMG_2426.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Need Thee Every Hour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;No tender voice like Thine can peace afford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I need Thee, O I need Thee;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Every hour I need Thee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;O bless me now, my Savior,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I come to Thee. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I need Thee every hour, stay Thou nearby;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Temptations lose their power when Thou art nigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I need Thee, O I need Thee;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Every hour I need Thee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;O bless me now, my Savior,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I come to Thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I need Thee every hour, in joy or pain;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Come quickly and abide, or life is in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I need Thee, O I need Thee;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Every hour I need Thee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;O bless me now, my Savior,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I come to Thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I need Thee every hour; teach me Thy will;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;And Thy rich promises in me fulfill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I need Thee, O I need Thee;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Every hour I need Thee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;O bless me now, my Savior,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I come to Thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I need Thee every hour, most Holy One;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;O make me Thine indeed, Thou blessed Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I need Thee, O I need Thee;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Every hour I need Thee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;O bless me now, my Savior,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I come to Thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Although I haven't sung this hymn as much this year, I still think&amp;nbsp;that it applies to all areas of my life. &amp;nbsp;These "old hymns of the&amp;nbsp;faith" mean a lot to me because they help me remember to trust in God,&lt;br /&gt;(Rock of Ages, I Need Thee Every Hour, etc.) as well as show HIS&amp;nbsp;magnificence (Holy, Holy, Holy for example).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I hope this song blesses you like it has me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Kristin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-7543465101718163143?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/7543465101718163143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=7543465101718163143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/7543465101718163143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/7543465101718163143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-for-his-glory-music.html' title='Friday, For His Glory: Music'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXIoYXg6Qw/TxmuqRVVHTI/AAAAAAAABA0/9FWwqbfk850/s72-c/IMG_2426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-4920208165780756644</id><published>2012-01-12T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T18:35:31.502-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>A Word on Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt; That he is the best friend to american liberty, who is most sincere and active in promoting true and undefiled religion, and who sets himself with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;greatest firmness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;bear down profanity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;and immorality of every kind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;emphasis added).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Witherspoon believed that vulgar language and immorality went against the principles of our nation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However, the common view today has drastically changed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Patrick B. Pexton, an opinion writer for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The Washington Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;, says in his article &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Profanity in the Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt; that "A war of words is being waged in The Post newsroom...This is mainly about whether The Post should reflect in its stories how people talk, whether and how to quote them when they swear, and whether as writers we can occasionally throw in the well-placed expletive to convey emphasis, tone and verisimilitude."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;I believe that profanity opposes Gods commandments, can unnecessarily communicate emphasis, and indicates a foul mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;God expressly commands in the Bible to not use foul language.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For example, in Exodus 20:7 God tells us that "You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain, for the LORD will not leave him unpunished who takes His name in vain" (NASB).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Uttering God's sovereign name while angered, or to make a point, undermines His glory.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Another example, Proverbs 22:11, says that "As a ring of gold in a swine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;s snout,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;so is a lovely woman who lacks discretion."&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Merriam-Webster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt; defines "discretion" as "cautious reserve in speech."&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If we do not practice this reserve in our speech, than we will become a ridiculous beauty, lost in sin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Writing, a powerful and effective gift, can make great impacts without the use of curse words.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;One of the most vast languages in the world, English, constantly grows in vocabulary.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What does this mean?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Profanity in the Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;, Pexton writes that "Asking writers to forsake any foul language would be like asking artists to paint without the color blue." I believe we have many words to convey "emphasis, tone and verisimilitude," (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Profanity in the Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;) without the use of a curse word.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For example, Patrick Henry a founding father often called a "passionate speaker" by his peers, had the ability to produce speeches that rang with truth, without a single profanity.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;One of Patrick Henry's often quoted statements says: "Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains or slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take but as for me; give me liberty or give me death!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Incredibly reflective of the human mind, the human mouth shows plainly the inward thoughts of a person.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In Matthew 7:15-16, Jesus warns his disciples: "Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly are ravening wolves. By their fruits ye shall know them" (emphasis added, ASV).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Similarly, a person's "fruits," or in this case their words, reflects either the person's Godly intentions, or their sinful desires.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When a person uses a curse word, even if out of habit, it displays the inner reprehensible thoughts from the person. We must not become as the wolves, but strive to mirror the lamb in word and thought.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Pexton sums up his views in the following quote: "Occasionally, though, a writer needs to take a risk to tell a story faithfully and creatively, and that risk should be rewarded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Asking writers to forsake any foul language would be like asking artists to paint without the color blue."&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;While I do agree that a writer needs to represent a story effectively, we should not use foul language to "get the point across," so to speak.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;God commands us to "take every thought captive to obey Christ," (2 Corinthians 10:5 ESV) and so we must apply ourselves diligently to make certain that our words, actions, and thoughts, give glory to God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We need to "bear down upon profanity" because God commands against it, we can achieve "creative writing" without it, and because profanity indicates the sinful thoughts of a person's mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Thanks for reading, I would love your thoughts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;In Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Kristin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-4920208165780756644?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/4920208165780756644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=4920208165780756644&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/4920208165780756644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/4920208165780756644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2012/01/word-on-language.html' title='A Word on Language'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-6155983143661221545</id><published>2012-01-10T06:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T06:30:05.692-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Violin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Violin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4Af5onXhfM/TwerKT-azmI/AAAAAAAAA-4/P_Vrclg6pg4/s1600/807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4Af5onXhfM/TwerKT-azmI/AAAAAAAAA-4/P_Vrclg6pg4/s640/807.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yLGQGpluQU/TwerQPEizYI/AAAAAAAAA_A/3_UXIzjd8Yg/s1600/804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yLGQGpluQU/TwerQPEizYI/AAAAAAAAA_A/3_UXIzjd8Yg/s640/804.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1E7RApRPXo/TwerW2UXnCI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sgmGunSvkfw/s1600/800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1E7RApRPXo/TwerW2UXnCI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sgmGunSvkfw/s640/800.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iOlFo5FBZBk/TwerfiudrSI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Iof6_JKWIhI/s1600/808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iOlFo5FBZBk/TwerfiudrSI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Iof6_JKWIhI/s640/808.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EehvNCAM6y8/TwerujQ2EXI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/kUkeguaKTNY/s1600/821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EehvNCAM6y8/TwerujQ2EXI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/kUkeguaKTNY/s640/821.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jF4tksLuiJM/Twer2XalxTI/AAAAAAAAA_g/1M_zvMGiu_s/s1600/818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jF4tksLuiJM/Twer2XalxTI/AAAAAAAAA_g/1M_zvMGiu_s/s640/818.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you may know that I love to play the piano.&amp;nbsp; And I do mean &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't imagine life without it. When I'm in a huff over something, and have temporarily lost my ability to reason (hehe), my Mom knows what to do: "Kristin, go pray and play the piano." :) Yep, it's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there is another instrument that has also captured my love.&amp;nbsp; However, this instrument took much longer to learn to really love, and not just for its looks. &amp;nbsp; Only through many tears, have we come to the relationship that we have today. :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago on my birthday, my Memaw L brought a small, navy blue case to my house.&amp;nbsp; I had been thinking about learning how to play another instrument, but I wasn't sure yet which instrument I wanted to start.&amp;nbsp; When I opened the case, it was like love a first site.&amp;nbsp; It was so beautiful in that ragged blue case, that I couldn't stop looking at it.&amp;nbsp; I had absolutely no idea how to play it, or how to tune it, or really how to take care of it, but I was eager to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fast forward two years. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't practice, I didn't touch it, I was so frustrated with it!&amp;nbsp; My teacher said I was doing well, but I wasn't moving forward as fast as &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; wanted too.&amp;nbsp; "Why don't I sound good!&amp;nbsp; Why do I get so tired!" were questions I kept asking myself.&amp;nbsp; So, when I didn't get the results I wanted, I got bored with it and quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp I know.&amp;nbsp; Great is the journey of maturity and patience in my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward, again, and here I was a year later, greatly regretting my decision to quit.&amp;nbsp; So I started back again, willing myself to keep on.&amp;nbsp; I still struggled though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, I struggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I at least felt like I was getting &lt;i&gt;somewhat&lt;/i&gt; better.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I would have time lapses.&amp;nbsp; I would love it for a month, hate it for a month, and so on.&amp;nbsp; But, I did not want to quit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now about &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still many times when I wish I sounded like so-and-so, or could play notes as fast ever, but I have at least realized three things: that I need patience, prayer, and diligence to learn how to play this amazing instrument.&amp;nbsp; Somewhere, at sometime, God gave a person the smarts to create the violin.&amp;nbsp; And while I still need to strive to get better, and to push myself, I just want to say that if there is something in your life that your are struggling in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn to God and pray that He gives you the patience, strength, and diligence to keep on keep'n on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;Kristin&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/-PDOEBm_Auy4/Twes_UaZ-KI/AAAAAAAAA_o/vyigO6KC6Pc/s1600/797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDOEBm_Auy4/Twes_UaZ-KI/AAAAAAAAA_o/vyigO6KC6Pc/s640/797.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, I need to go practice... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-6155983143661221545?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/6155983143661221545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=6155983143661221545&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/6155983143661221545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/6155983143661221545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-violin.html' title='My Violin'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4Af5onXhfM/TwerKT-azmI/AAAAAAAAA-4/P_Vrclg6pg4/s72-c/807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-3098082281541120354</id><published>2012-01-09T17:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:08:37.211-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walk With the Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>On that Voice</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I was standing in a check out line when I heard a mother in front of me raise her voice at her child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that the little girl wasn't obeying her: she was pretty much doing everything in her power to go&lt;i&gt; against&lt;/i&gt; what her mom said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it wasn't a pretty site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the mom finish checking out, it made me wonder why many of us (yep, I said &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;), resort to that form of um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;communication.&amp;nbsp; Especially, when we get angry or upset.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most definitely working on this area.&amp;nbsp; It is very difficult for me: I think I am doing well and then the tone of my voice shoots up.&amp;nbsp; After my wonderful mother gives me a quiet reminder, I am back to where I started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frustrated&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realize that I tend to raise my voice because I think that it will either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Help my point to be &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;seen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;heard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Not just any seen and heard, but &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;seen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;heard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a certain person&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; listen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to me (read: listen as in &lt;i&gt;obey&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I am &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;angry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;upset&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or, I am &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not happy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with the situation and I want to change it (as in subjecting to an authority).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ouch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Proverbs 2:1-3, the Bible tells us when it &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; proper to raise your voice.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"My son, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding—indeed, if you &lt;b&gt;call out&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;u&gt;insight&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;b&gt;cry aloud&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;u&gt;understanding&lt;/u&gt;,"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when can we lift our voices?&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Only&lt;/i&gt; when calling in prayer to God for wisdom, direction, and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is that I forget, very often, how I am supposed to properly use my voice.&amp;nbsp; I become ruled by my emotions, and that filters over into my tone.&amp;nbsp; So that raises another question: How am I supposed to guard from raising my voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pray&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that God will make me more aware of my sinful nature so that I can fully glorify Him and ask for His insight.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Spend quiet time with God.&amp;nbsp; The closer we become &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;with Christ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, the more inclined we are to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;think like Him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Remember that I am not the only one I am hurting when I raise my voice.&amp;nbsp; First of all, I hurt the person &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;across from me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (who I am raising my voice too).&amp;nbsp; Secondly, I am hurting my &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;younger brothers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sister&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;or maybe children in the future&lt;/i&gt;) by showing them that it is fine to raise my voice when I get upset. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our voice is a wonderful and powerful gift from God, one that has been used to do amazing things.&amp;nbsp; But we so often take advantage of this gift, abuse it, and turn it into a weapon.&amp;nbsp; Uncle Ben was so right in saying that "&lt;i&gt;with great power, comes great responsibility&lt;/i&gt;." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one more person in my little story besides the mother, her daughter, and myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cashier woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wonderful lady handled the mother's angry, terse remarks with excellent grace.&amp;nbsp; She quietly asked for the mother's things, gently told her the price, called in to the manager when told that she was wrong, and to top it off--took off a discount for causing the "difficulty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stood and marveled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had finished checking out, I walked out of the store thanking God that He puts little reminders in my life that help me to "stay on track."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that God will make me more aware of my sinful nature so  that I will can fully glorify Him, ask for His insight, and remember to keep that voice in check. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone."-Colossians 4:6&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;Kristin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S. For your information the "Uncle Ben" referenced in this post is not Benjamin Franklin, Benjamin Banneker, or Benjamin Moore, but is in fact "Uncle Ben" from Spiderman.&amp;nbsp; Yep, you saw that right.&amp;nbsp; Uncle Ben said those famous words to Peter Parker while sitting in his car, parked on the side of the street in the first Spiderman movie. :)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-3098082281541120354?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/3098082281541120354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=3098082281541120354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/3098082281541120354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/3098082281541120354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-that-voice.html' title='On that Voice'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-1880020389160385291</id><published>2012-01-06T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T15:10:57.868-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday for His Glory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Friday, For His Glory: Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am participating in a small photography challenge this year.&amp;nbsp; Each Friday we post on that week's theme.&amp;nbsp; I thought that I would also post my picture and thoughts from the challenge on this blog. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This week's theme is "pink."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The first person the enters my mind when I think of "pink," is my little sister, Ashlyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She never leaves the house without something pink: A headband, a purse, or even a pair of socks. &amp;nbsp;She just loves pink! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But what I love about her (well, one of the many things I love about her :) ), is that while she is girly, she doesn't act frail or naive, she just goes out there and does her job. &amp;nbsp;She pulls weed in the garden while wearing a massive pink bow in her hair, she plays and wrestles with the boys while wearing her pink boots, or a sparkly rhinestone belt. &amp;nbsp;She enjoys life...with a little pink thrown in. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And now, my picture: &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=D&amp;amp;q=https://picasaweb.google.com/112778590383797247098/FridayForHisGlory%235694555741602381234&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNEYvQgFVPkxVeYGT9Gn75VRcHuP6Q" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&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/-aUMOx-A-fqk/TwcgRqPe_bI/AAAAAAAAA8c/XN_DerM_iBA/s1600/IMG_2039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUMOx-A-fqk/TwcgRqPe_bI/AAAAAAAAA8c/XN_DerM_iBA/s640/IMG_2039.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Here is Ashlyn, close to sunset, about to feed the chickens. &amp;nbsp;But notice what she is wearing: a gigantic, fur, pink coat with a dark magenta dress. &amp;nbsp;She quickly fed the chickens, hopped over the fence, and then raced me back to the house. &amp;nbsp;All in her "pink." :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Enjoy life with...whom you love, all the days of your...life that He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;has given you under the sun, because that is your portion in life and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;in your toil at which you toil under the sun. Whatever you find your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;hand finds to do, do it with all your might" (Ecclesiastes 9:9,10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; ESV).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Kristin&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-1880020389160385291?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/1880020389160385291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=1880020389160385291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/1880020389160385291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/1880020389160385291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-for-his-glory-pink.html' title='Friday, For His Glory: Pink'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aUMOx-A-fqk/TwcgRqPe_bI/AAAAAAAAA8c/XN_DerM_iBA/s72-c/IMG_2039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-7420496631616361391</id><published>2012-01-06T15:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T15:03:03.583-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walk With the Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>For This Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just can't seem to post consistently.&amp;nbsp; It seems like I drop off the earth for eight months at a time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Really I just get busy enjoying my life.&amp;nbsp; Trying to learn new things and live my life for His glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's a pretty hard job actually.&amp;nbsp; When God says he wants&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;control&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of everything...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He means it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&amp;nbsp; I find it very difficult to remember to surrender to Him always.&amp;nbsp; Sin blinds me so easily that I find myself wandering from His words, trying to live me life by my own means. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For Christmas this past year (still getting used to this whole &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;2012&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;thing&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;:)), my parents gave me the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.visionforum.com/browse/product/godly-womans-adornment-collection/?cid=1956"&gt;Godly Woman's Adornment&lt;/a&gt; book collection by Lydia Brownback.&amp;nbsp; I have really enjoyed reading and studying the different character traits these four books expound on: joy, contentment, trust, and purity.&amp;nbsp; I usually read them as I need them: such as reading &lt;i&gt;Joy&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Contentment&lt;/i&gt; when I feel like pouting, or &lt;i&gt;Trust&lt;/i&gt; when I am not sure of the future :). &amp;nbsp; I am glad that God has been using these books in my life as a small reminder to &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; look to Him. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For example, an expert from &lt;i&gt;Trust&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;If we struggle to trust God, it's because at some level we don't believe He is really good.&amp;nbsp; If you are trusting in something besides God to keep you safe and to make you happy, you are probably doubting in God's goodness.&amp;nbsp; Such doubts gain a foothold in our hearts when God doesn't act the way &lt;b&gt;we think&lt;/b&gt; he should or the way &lt;b&gt;we expect&lt;/b&gt; that He will&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But God often acts contrary to how we think a good God should act.&amp;nbsp; The answer we think we need seems so logical and clear to our way of thinking, yet God does not provide it.&amp;nbsp; That is where faith comes in.&amp;nbsp; Real faith isn't the belief that God will do a particular thing; real faith is the conviction that God is good, no matter what He does and however He chooses to answer our prayers.&amp;nbsp; God&lt;b&gt; always has our best in mind&lt;/b&gt;, and he works to bring it about, no matter how many look initially to our way of thinking."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I had to sum up one of the biggest lessons I learned (and am still learning) in the year &lt;i&gt;2011&lt;/i&gt;, it is that of to trust in God.&amp;nbsp; There have been many experiences this year where I have had to forget my own intentions or ideas, and lean on Him for guidance. &amp;nbsp; In return, I have received many blessings from the Lord--some of them hidden at that time to my eyes :).&amp;nbsp; But, I am so glad that God continually perseveres&amp;nbsp; for the hearts of those children He loves so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I hope this new year brings many blessings to you, and that we all learn how to lean on the Lord. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kristin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-7420496631616361391?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/7420496631616361391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=7420496631616361391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/7420496631616361391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/7420496631616361391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-this-year.html' title='For This Year'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-2394247395623079822</id><published>2011-07-11T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T09:32:35.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Colorado Trip</title><content type='html'>For the past week and three days, our family has traveled to the wonderful city of Castle Rock, Colorado.  Over the next few posts I would like to share some pictures from that trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Colorado soo much!  The mountains are gorgeous and the weather is even more so, it only got up to the nineties on one day.  The only downside is the long drive.  Either we spend a lot of money on a flight, or we spend less on a thirteen hour drive.  Usually we get up around 3:00-4:00 am in the morning and make the long haul in one day, oh well I think Colorado is worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day (Thursday, June 30th), when we were an hour from Castle Rock, Mommy surprised me by meeting a dear friend at the nearby Cracker barrel.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YC1IxSaBD6Y/Thphw_rP8FI/AAAAAAAAA5o/q-7SVF_4UHA/s1600/IMG_9848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YC1IxSaBD6Y/Thphw_rP8FI/AAAAAAAAA5o/q-7SVF_4UHA/s640/IMG_9848.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may remember her from &lt;a href="http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/09/enjoying-photography.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (the second picture).  Now she is pregnant with a baby boy! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I was so blessed to see her again.  It was really the highlight of the long day of driving.  That, plus stepping out of the car and being blasted with upper sixty, lower seventy degree weather (I literally squealed!).&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/-DG9NoOrlsa8/ThplkPdjn6I/AAAAAAAAA5s/3LJZ9_7M1NE/s1600/IMG_9878+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DG9NoOrlsa8/ThplkPdjn6I/AAAAAAAAA5s/3LJZ9_7M1NE/s640/IMG_9878+copy.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next day (Friday, July 1st) we just relaxed, and enjoyed the weather.  But on Saturday we drove to Golden State Park and hiked one of the mountains there.  Above is a picture of a house on the way &lt;i&gt;up&lt;/i&gt; to the mountain we were going to hike.   I was slightly jealous, that person has an amazing view!&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/-i6IHh4iKgUA/Thpn_OCSv1I/AAAAAAAAA5w/_OmD-An5HrQ/s1600/IMG_9903+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i6IHh4iKgUA/Thpn_OCSv1I/AAAAAAAAA5w/_OmD-An5HrQ/s640/IMG_9903+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of the mountain we climbed, it may not look like much but it was about a 6.5 mile hike.  We all were a little tired, but still invigorated at the end.  We went all the way to that clump of rocks at the top of the mountain on the left. &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://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EhzpO2RlZw/ThpporMBzkI/AAAAAAAAA50/Czdh1DrOwpg/s1600/IMG_9910+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EhzpO2RlZw/ThpporMBzkI/AAAAAAAAA50/Czdh1DrOwpg/s640/IMG_9910+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before the hike.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/-1YoeWm12_I0/ThpqStuIR6I/AAAAAAAAA54/A0i-li5PSJ8/s1600/IMG_9930+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YoeWm12_I0/ThpqStuIR6I/AAAAAAAAA54/A0i-li5PSJ8/s640/IMG_9930+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan so cute with his hat and backpack!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tccsER7bbH8/ThprlV2htVI/AAAAAAAAA58/i2wezlJN2eo/s1600/IMG_9932+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tccsER7bbH8/ThprlV2htVI/AAAAAAAAA58/i2wezlJN2eo/s640/IMG_9932+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy and Mommy. I love them. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcPv5ywQznI/Thpsk0hIQdI/AAAAAAAAA6A/42sJJjnxVXU/s1600/IMG_9937+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcPv5ywQznI/Thpsk0hIQdI/AAAAAAAAA6A/42sJJjnxVXU/s640/IMG_9937+copy.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Mountain Man, sort-of pretending like he was climbing a rock.  Mostly he thought it was a cool picture (and of course he is wearing his &lt;a href="http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2011/06/hills-are-alive.html"&gt;Sound of Music&lt;/a&gt; shirt :) )&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/-zrmLQMohvVA/ThptlwrPbLI/AAAAAAAAA6E/eDS1SlI1Z-k/s1600/IMG_9948+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zrmLQMohvVA/ThptlwrPbLI/AAAAAAAAA6E/eDS1SlI1Z-k/s640/IMG_9948+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nana and Papa (Daddy's parents) resting.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After we finished the hike we ate lunch, and drove to nearby historic Georgetown.  Once we arrived we enjoyed walking around and looking at the neat history of this little town.  We visited an old soda fountain, a candy store and a little antique store.&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/-SOjIhfcTYK8/Thpvn4mC8gI/AAAAAAAAA6I/TmvPoettuHQ/s1600/IMG_0001+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SOjIhfcTYK8/Thpvn4mC8gI/AAAAAAAAA6I/TmvPoettuHQ/s640/IMG_0001+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlyn enjoying her lollypop. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We finished the day by eating supper at Beau Jo's Cafe.  It was kind of like a pizza parlor but you had dinner and dessert in one piece of pizza.  You would eat the pizza, and the crust you would dip in honey!  We had never eaten there before, but a friend recommended it so we decided to try it.  It was pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; 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/-FgtxT4f9zvU/Thp2YwVrKoI/AAAAAAAAA6M/VEbmrSc9P0A/s1600/IMG_0012+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FgtxT4f9zvU/Thp2YwVrKoI/AAAAAAAAA6M/VEbmrSc9P0A/s640/IMG_0012+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for our pizza.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dB6KWxnQa9I/Thp2cdOLIMI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/wa0x4ji9b8c/s1600/IMG_0016+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dB6KWxnQa9I/Thp2cdOLIMI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/wa0x4ji9b8c/s640/IMG_0016+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is good for one day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;Kristin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-2394247395623079822?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/2394247395623079822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=2394247395623079822&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/2394247395623079822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/2394247395623079822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2011/07/colorado-part-1.html' title='Colorado Trip'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YC1IxSaBD6Y/Thphw_rP8FI/AAAAAAAAA5o/q-7SVF_4UHA/s72-c/IMG_9848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-2678457152742347601</id><published>2011-07-04T20:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T20:39:06.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>I can't imagine the celebration back when the Declaration of Independence was signed.&amp;nbsp; Celebration mingled with heartache for the war and heartache that was brewing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how much pressure the Founding Fathers underwent in order to produce the Declaration of Independence knowing the joy and sorrow it would bring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Let tyrants shake their iron rod, &lt;br /&gt;And Slav’ry clank her galling chains, &lt;br /&gt;We fear them not, we trust in God, &lt;br /&gt;New England’s God forever reigns.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Howe and Burgoyne and Clinton too, &lt;br /&gt;With Prescot and Cornwallis join’d, &lt;br /&gt;Together plot our Overthrow, &lt;br /&gt;In one Infernal league combin’d.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When God inspir’d us for the fight, &lt;br /&gt;Their ranks were broke, their lines were forc’d, &lt;br /&gt;Their ships were Shatter’d in our sight, &lt;br /&gt;Or swiftly driven from our Coast.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Foe comes on with haughty Stride; &lt;br /&gt;Our troops advance with martial noise, &lt;br /&gt;Their Vet’rans flee before our Youth, &lt;br /&gt;And Gen’rals yield to beardless Boys.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What grateful Off’ring shall we bring? What shall we render to the Lord? Loud Halleluiahs let us Sing, And praise his name on ev’ry Chord."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn3.iofferphoto.com/img/item/156/502/943/valtGQ8uqdds4Ej.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://cdn3.iofferphoto.com/img/item/156/502/943/valtGQ8uqdds4Ej.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I pray that you would remember this day for what it truly is.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Independence Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kristin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;America the Beautiful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;O beautiful for spacious skies, &lt;br /&gt;For amber waves of grain, &lt;br /&gt;For purple mountain majesties &lt;br /&gt;Above the fruited plain! &lt;br /&gt;America! America! &lt;br /&gt;God shed his grace on thee &lt;br /&gt;And crown thy good with brotherhood &lt;br /&gt;From sea to shining sea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful for pilgrim feet &lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose stern impassioned stress&lt;br /&gt;A thoroughfare of freedom beat  &lt;br /&gt;Across the wilderness! &lt;br /&gt;America! America! &lt;br /&gt;God mend thine every flaw, &lt;br /&gt;Confirm thy soul in self-control, &lt;br /&gt;Thy liberty in law! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful for heroes proved &lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In liberating strife. &lt;br /&gt;Who more than self their country loved&lt;br /&gt;And mercy more than life! &lt;br /&gt;America! America! &lt;br /&gt;May God thy gold refine &lt;br /&gt;Till all success be nobleness &lt;br /&gt;And every gain divine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful for patriot dream &lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sees beyond the years &lt;br /&gt;Thine alabaster cities gleam &lt;br /&gt;Undimmed by human tears! &lt;br /&gt;America! America! &lt;br /&gt;God shed his grace on thee &lt;br /&gt;And crown thy good with brotherhood &lt;br /&gt;From sea to shining sea!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://freebies2deals.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/freebies2deals-fireworks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://freebies2deals.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/freebies2deals-fireworks.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo Credit: &lt;a href="http://cdn3.iofferphoto.com/img/item/156/502/943/valtGQ8uqdds4Ej.jpg"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://freebies2deals.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/freebies2deals-fireworks.jpg"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-2678457152742347601?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/2678457152742347601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=2678457152742347601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/2678457152742347601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/2678457152742347601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2011/07/independance-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-3501209373571153404</id><published>2011-06-28T15:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:05:01.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hills are Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kESFz2GkGiE/TgnlstoChjI/AAAAAAAAA4M/l3gdqjB65fA/s1600/Image00223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kESFz2GkGiE/TgnlstoChjI/AAAAAAAAA4M/l3gdqjB65fA/s640/Image00223.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Maria's Back! "-My Favorite Things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;One of the reasons I haven't been posting very often is because of an activity that myself and my brother participated in.&amp;nbsp; After many years of persuading from good friends, we finally decided to try &lt;i&gt;the theater&lt;/i&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our town, the community theater put on the play the Sound of Music.&amp;nbsp; My violin teacher had asked to play violin in the orchestra, so we figured if I was going to be up at the theater all the time, why not Trey too?&amp;nbsp; So he tried out and got the part of Friedrich.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-8b9GbhksE/TgnkbQT60sI/AAAAAAAAA4I/PTXVUu7xhHQ/s1600/Image00049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-8b9GbhksE/TgnkbQT60sI/AAAAAAAAA4I/PTXVUu7xhHQ/s640/Image00049.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"So, A needle pulling thread! " -Do, Re, Mi&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was sooo much fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all getting to play the &lt;i&gt;music&lt;/i&gt; from the &lt;i&gt;Sound of Music&lt;/i&gt; was such an honor.&amp;nbsp; I have grown up with the movie and was incredibly excited when my teacher asked me to be in the orchestra.&amp;nbsp; I loved hearing all the singing and acting.&amp;nbsp; Our last performance was this past weekend, and although I was sad for it to be over, I will always remember what a wonderful experience it was.&amp;nbsp; &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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hSoeUE-TbU/TgnoXNLzxyI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/BvMvez9GmOI/s1600/Image00330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hSoeUE-TbU/TgnoXNLzxyI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/BvMvez9GmOI/s640/Image00330.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O ho lay dee odl lee o, o ho lay dee odl ay"-&amp;nbsp; The Lonely Goatherd &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I think Trey had fun too. :)&amp;nbsp; I was his first acting experience (onstage that is, this boy is hilarious all the time anyway),&amp;nbsp; he did a wonderful job. :)&amp;nbsp; He has really been blessed with singing and acting talents and it was fun getting to see him use them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to share a few of my favorite pictures (no pun intended :)) and characters.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCnwdbzTK2M/Tgnrp6Vy_kI/AAAAAAAAA4U/SNV1tDtsdMI/s1600/Image00083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCnwdbzTK2M/Tgnrp6Vy_kI/AAAAAAAAA4U/SNV1tDtsdMI/s640/Image00083.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elsa and the Captain.&amp;nbsp; Elsa was one of my absolute favorite characters.&amp;nbsp; She got to be glamorous, and all in all was almost to lovable for this part.&amp;nbsp; I almost wished she prevails, but of course that would change the story. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blzzkuX4yVQ/TgntK4-3gaI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/GyxmKgA82QA/s1600/Image00265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blzzkuX4yVQ/TgntK4-3gaI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/GyxmKgA82QA/s640/Image00265.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBbKk5HH7-0/TgntsbfIVLI/AAAAAAAAA4c/l8x28xyh1hY/s1600/Image00266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBbKk5HH7-0/TgntsbfIVLI/AAAAAAAAA4c/l8x28xyh1hY/s640/Image00266.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, the wonderful singing of the nuns.&amp;nbsp; It was absolutely amazing!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/-W_Neyz69eH4/TgnvRa_1jeI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Gm3ujsM8P7A/s1600/Image00185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W_Neyz69eH4/TgnvRa_1jeI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Gm3ujsM8P7A/s640/Image00185.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/-3usGj3dHooA/TgnumlhsnYI/AAAAAAAAA4k/T4lXncv0wgQ/s1600/Image00418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3usGj3dHooA/TgnumlhsnYI/AAAAAAAAA4k/T4lXncv0wgQ/s640/Image00418.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. I could share more pictures, but I think this is good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;Kristin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-3501209373571153404?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/3501209373571153404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=3501209373571153404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/3501209373571153404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/3501209373571153404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2011/06/hills-are-alive.html' title='The Hills are Alive!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kESFz2GkGiE/TgnlstoChjI/AAAAAAAAA4M/l3gdqjB65fA/s72-c/Image00223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-4147313107266785546</id><published>2011-06-22T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:53:48.353-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>A Chance to Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lp065Vc8LNc/TgI4Z8kakKI/AAAAAAAAA38/FRFdxdHvTtA/s1600/a-chance-die-life-legacy-amy-carmichael-elisabeth-elliot-paperback-cover-art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lp065Vc8LNc/TgI4Z8kakKI/AAAAAAAAA38/FRFdxdHvTtA/s640/a-chance-die-life-legacy-amy-carmichael-elisabeth-elliot-paperback-cover-art.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now first off, I definitely do not claim to be a professional book reviewer or anything, but I do think I know when I have read a good book.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;A Chance to Die&lt;/i&gt; is one of those books.&amp;nbsp; It had been recommended to me a long time ago, but before recently I had a problem (&lt;a href="http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-problem.html"&gt;Ahem...&lt;/a&gt;) with reading books that were not just entertainment (I would get lost in those stories and I didn't want to read anything else.&amp;nbsp; While I do think that some fictional books are good at certain times, I personally have been trying to read books that challenge me to think more.).&amp;nbsp; So, after I finished my recent &lt;a href="http://www.visionforum.com/browse/product/complete-rm-ballantyne-adventure-library/?search=RM+Ballantyne+books&amp;amp;sortby=0"&gt;R.M. Ballatyne&lt;/a&gt; book, I eagerly started on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, of all the eye-opening books out there, this has to be one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Elliot clearly points out how God works in Amy Carmichael.&amp;nbsp; Elliot outlines Amy's life from childhood to "Amma" in India, with quotes, poems, and songs written by Amy throughout the book.&amp;nbsp; Elizabeth Elliot truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brings to life the story of Amy Carmichael in a way I have never read before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Hereby perceive we the love of God, because he laid down His life for us, and we ought to lay down our lives for the brethren.&lt;i&gt;' How often I think we &lt;/i&gt;ought&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; NO sugary sentiment there.&amp;nbsp; Just the stern, glorious trumpet call, OUGHT.&amp;nbsp; But can words tell the joy buried deep within? Mine cannot.&amp;nbsp; It laughs at words.&lt;/i&gt;"-Amy Carmichael, letter written in the Old Forest House, 1922&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/-_qmS2ySv-hc/TgJBFXgsQ3I/AAAAAAAAA4A/Mr0YNkAPCgQ/s1600/Focus-on-Missionaries-Amy-Carmichael.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qmS2ySv-hc/TgJBFXgsQ3I/AAAAAAAAA4A/Mr0YNkAPCgQ/s640/Focus-on-Missionaries-Amy-Carmichael.jpg" width="412" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one thing that I loved about this book was how I got to read Amy's thoughts.&amp;nbsp; I got to see her struggles,&amp;nbsp; her prayers, her earnest desires to seek after God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think that God gives us examples of&amp;nbsp; true missionaries, like Amy Carmichael, to help us see how to fully rely on Him, and to show us how He glorifies Himself through one of His children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Crown Him the Son of Man/ Who every grief hath known/ That wrings the human breast/ And takes and bears them for His own/ That all in Him may rest.&lt;/i&gt;" - Mathew Bridges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Elizabeth Elliot best describes the example of Amy Carmichael in her own words in the preface of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;To Amy Carmichael I owe what C.S. Lewis said he owed to George MacDonald: as great a debt as one can owe another.&amp;nbsp; I cannot pay it.&amp;nbsp; But it is my hope that this biography will introduce its subject to a generation which has not has the privilege that was mine.&amp;nbsp; Amy Carmichael became for me what some now call a role model.&amp;nbsp; She showed me the shape of godliness.&amp;nbsp; For a time, I suppose, I thought she must have been perfect, and that was good enough for me.&amp;nbsp; As I grew up I knew she could not have been perfect, &lt;b&gt;and that was better, for it meant that I might possibly walk in her footsteps&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;" -Elizabeth Elliot (emphasis added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I highly recommend this book to you.&amp;nbsp; I pray it will bless you as it has me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;Kristin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ooP94aiuvpw/TgJG_NP-N3I/AAAAAAAAA4E/SxGi-LJRCJQ/s1600/g18552_u15026_amy01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ooP94aiuvpw/TgJG_NP-N3I/AAAAAAAAA4E/SxGi-LJRCJQ/s640/g18552_u15026_amy01.jpg" width="474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;oto credit: &lt;a href="http://www.nuc.co.za/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Focus-on-Missionaries-Amy-Carmichael.jpg"&gt;1st photo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://i43.tower.com/images/mm101676187/a-chance-die-life-legacy-amy-carmichael-elisabeth-elliot-paperback-cover-art.jpg"&gt;2nd photo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myhero.com/images/guest/g18552/hero18110/g18552_u15026_amy01.jpg"&gt;3rd photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-4147313107266785546?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/4147313107266785546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=4147313107266785546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/4147313107266785546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/4147313107266785546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2011/06/chance-to-die.html' title='A Chance to Die'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lp065Vc8LNc/TgI4Z8kakKI/AAAAAAAAA38/FRFdxdHvTtA/s72-c/a-chance-die-life-legacy-amy-carmichael-elisabeth-elliot-paperback-cover-art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-7460584313957629275</id><published>2011-06-20T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T15:47:38.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nlu6EpZv5Zc/Tf-xaSwjknI/AAAAAAAAA34/VyxpSrWFHk4/s1600/realwoman3-708188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="482" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nlu6EpZv5Zc/Tf-xaSwjknI/AAAAAAAAA34/VyxpSrWFHk4/s640/realwoman3-708188.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken off &lt;a href="http://www.therebelution.com/blog/"&gt;The Rebelution Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I found it very inspiring (plus a little daunting), so I wanted to share it with you.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, so on to the post! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A real woman . . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…is glad she’s a woman and rejoices in her femininity, expressing it through her attitude, appearance and bearing. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(1 Timothy 2:9-10)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;…does not compete for equality with men or chafe at God’s design for  male and female, but delights in and understands the importance of her  calling to complement man’s role. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(1 Timothy 2:11-12, Ephesians 5:22-24)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;…values the cultivation of her mind and diligently seeks after wisdom and knowledge. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Proverbs 22:17-21, 2:2-6)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;…realizes her imperative need to allow the Holy Spirit to control her emotions and expressions of them. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(James 1:19-20)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;…does not wallow in self-pity or make a habit of voicing complaints, but radiates cheerfulness and joy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Proverbs 15:15, Proverbs 17:22)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A real woman . . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…appreciates her father’s protection, and respects and submits to his  authority. In so doing, she is preparing herself to exercise the  Biblical role in her relationship with a possible future husband. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Ephesians 5:33-6:3, 1 Peter 3:1-2)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;…is trustworthy and gains the respect of those around her. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Proverbs 31:11)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;…restrains herself from listening to, or participating in gossip, but instead speaks with wisdom and discretion. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Proverbs 11:12-13, 22, 20:19, 3:11)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;…encourages and builds up those around her instead of criticizing and tearing them down. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(1 Thessalonians 5:11, Ephesians 4:29)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;…does not have a nagging, contentious or manipulative manner in which she deals with others. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Judges 16:16, Proverbs 21:9, 19, 26:21)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;…is not boisterous or loud in her speech or actions but is characterized by a gentle and quiet spirit. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Proverbs 9:13, 1 Peter 3:4)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A real woman . . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…portrays chastity, modesty and reverence in her manner, and wears the  ornament of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is her true beauty. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(1 Peter 3:3-4, Titus 2:4-5)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;…is not offended by respect shown her through gentlemanly courtesies  (opening doors, etc.) but cultivates the differences between the sexes  that make her worthy of this deference. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(1 Peter 3:7, Mark 10:6)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;…seeks to make God her number one desire and the Lover of her soul, knowing that only He can fully satisfy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Psalm 73:25, Psalm 63:1)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;…uses her years of singleness to seek and serve God without  distraction, and is content to leave the details of her future to Him. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Psalm 73:25, Philippians 4:11)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A real woman . . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…does not relate to members of the opposite sex in a flirtatious or  forward manner, but instead saves all her passion for her future  husband. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Thessalonians 4:3-8, Proverbs 6:25, 1 Corinthians 7:1)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;…holds her virginity before marriage sacred and will not compromise it for anything. (This one goes for guys too)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;(1 Timothy 5:22)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goodness, I have a lot to work on.&amp;nbsp; Every time I read the list, it seems more impossible every time.&amp;nbsp; But then I realized, &lt;i&gt;it is not for me to work towards alone&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; God is my ultimate guide,&amp;nbsp; He will help me to become the woman that He wants me to be.&amp;nbsp; I hope this encourages you, I know it does me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kristin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.therebelution.com/blog/2006/02/three-teens-define-a-real-woman/"&gt;link to insert&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-7460584313957629275?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/7460584313957629275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=7460584313957629275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/7460584313957629275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/7460584313957629275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2011/06/real-woman.html' title='A Real Woman'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nlu6EpZv5Zc/Tf-xaSwjknI/AAAAAAAAA34/VyxpSrWFHk4/s72-c/realwoman3-708188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-6459303881903982108</id><published>2011-06-19T20:52:00.098-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:49:57.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About Fathers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9qna7F0BGw/Tf-rGEuf0-I/AAAAAAAAA30/HFpcgPQ2zqM/s1600/father+and+daughter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9qna7F0BGw/Tf-rGEuf0-I/AAAAAAAAA30/HFpcgPQ2zqM/s1600/father+and+daughter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since today is Father's Day I thought I would do a&amp;nbsp; post in order to honor all the most important "Father's" in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclaimer: I just wanted to say Happy Father's Day to my wonderful grandfathers as well.&amp;nbsp; I love you all very much. :)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the first Father I should talk about is my Heavenly Father.&amp;nbsp; The Father who created the world, who created me.&amp;nbsp; The Father who made &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; His daughter.&amp;nbsp; Who continually leads me closer to Him.&amp;nbsp; Who seeks for me, and points me into the Narrow Way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The law of the LORD is&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="footnote" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NASB-14176d&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote d&amp;quot;&amp;gt;d&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;perfect, restoring the soul; &lt;br /&gt;The testimony of the LORD is sure, making wise the simple.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The precepts of the LORD are right, rejoicing the heart; &lt;br /&gt;The commandment of the LORD is pure, enlightening the eyes. &lt;br /&gt;The fear of the LORD is clean, enduring forever; &lt;br /&gt;The judgments of the LORD are true; they are righteous altogether. &lt;br /&gt;They are more desirable than gold, yes, than much fine gold; &lt;br /&gt;Sweeter also than honey and the drippings of the honeycomb.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who can discern &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;his errors? Acquit me of hidden &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;faults. &lt;br /&gt;Also keep back Your servant from presumptuous &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;sins; &lt;br /&gt;Let them not rule over me; &lt;br /&gt;Then I will be blameless, &lt;br /&gt;And I shall be acquitted of great transgression. &lt;br /&gt;Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart &lt;br /&gt;Be acceptable in Your sight, &lt;br /&gt;O LORD, my rock and my Redeemer. "-Psalm 19:7-14&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I want to talk about a group of Fathers that not many people think about on Father's Day.&amp;nbsp; But these fathers were, and still are, incredibly important to me.&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/-od7lFoD3zFg/Tf9oUtwgA9I/AAAAAAAAA3s/VTCAUguMQ_U/s1600/Founding+fathers.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-od7lFoD3zFg/Tf9oUtwgA9I/AAAAAAAAA3s/VTCAUguMQ_U/s640/Founding+fathers.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Founding fathers and the men that founded our Nation deserve to be thought about on Father's Day.&amp;nbsp; Most&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;of these men were devout Christians, and they were passionate about their God their Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"It is impossible to rightly govern the nation without God,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; and the Bible. "-George Washington&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These men were good fathers, and good husbands. They cared about the welfare of our nation.&amp;nbsp; They prayed for our Nation.&amp;nbsp; So on Father's Day remember these men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now about &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Daddy&lt;/i&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P50pjZhvKGs/Tf9q5L4kqdI/AAAAAAAAA3w/Gk-tFFAPcWM/s1600/IMG_9565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P50pjZhvKGs/Tf9q5L4kqdI/AAAAAAAAA3w/Gk-tFFAPcWM/s640/IMG_9565.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Daddy is so considerate.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He can read me like a book.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He knows when I am happy, sad, mischievous, ...and on and on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; He doesn't care about getting embarrassed while doing things with, as a matter of fact he &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to embarrass us children (in a good way of course :)).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He jokes with us, encourages us, works with us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; He loves Mommy with his life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves us too, of course. :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He gives the best hugs, and back massages.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; He encourages us to read our Bibles, to exercise, work diligently in our school and in our chores.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He instructs us out of the Bible, he disciplines us, he teaches us how to solve conflicts.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves all of his family so much. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...and &lt;i&gt;he's my Daddy&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more I can write you Daddy, but I think I will just say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For&amp;nbsp; "He will restore the hearts of the fathers to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;their children and the hearts of the children to their fathers. " -Malachi 4:6&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you Daddy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Father's Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;Kristin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photo credit: &lt;a href="http://besthealthnewsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/fathers-day.jpg"&gt;1st photo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://besthealthnewsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/fathers-day.jpg"&gt;2nd photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-6459303881903982108?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/6459303881903982108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=6459303881903982108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/6459303881903982108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/6459303881903982108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2011/06/about-fathers.html' title='About Fathers'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9qna7F0BGw/Tf-rGEuf0-I/AAAAAAAAA30/HFpcgPQ2zqM/s72-c/father+and+daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-7529954735565076169</id><published>2011-06-07T21:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T11:23:45.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds and Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-br85Z7HRxp4/Te7USw8pfDI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Q1_jxVDPkNo/s1600/Catch+Up_.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-br85Z7HRxp4/Te7USw8pfDI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Q1_jxVDPkNo/s1600/Catch+Up_.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can tell there are a few changes to the blog.&amp;nbsp; Also, I haven't written in forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life gets to you and time goes by,&amp;nbsp; and things more important are being discovered and well...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes something like a blog gets put on a back burner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire those young ladies who are continually encouraging me by what they write in their posts. However, I have found that while I do love to blog, I don't always find it easy to keep up my inspiration with the posts.&amp;nbsp; So it ends up being several months between my blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I am writing this, is to kind of explain a little of how I feel about blogging (and to make excuses about the length between posts, of course. :)).&amp;nbsp; I guess in a way it is me trying to say that I will try and blog when I can, but when I don't, I promise I haven't fallen off the face of the earth :). I am just simply trying to enjoy my wonderful life as best as I can and sometimes,&amp;nbsp; I forget to write about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to switch gears entirely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;full swing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; here at my home.&amp;nbsp; Long gone are the days of lovely 60 degree weather, cool breezes, being able to walk outside and not be knocked over by a heatwave. :)&amp;nbsp; While my light colored skin does seem to do better in the before mentioned weather, I am glad it is summer.&amp;nbsp; There is just something about this season the just makes me think of &lt;i&gt;swimming&lt;/i&gt;, lakes, popsicles, gardening, watermelon, flip-flops, &lt;i&gt;family vacations&lt;/i&gt;, laughter, &lt;i&gt;homemade ice-cream&lt;/i&gt;, floppy sun-hats, and all the glorious, glorious fun of summer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the summer I get this sewing and reading craze where I want to sew everything up, and read anything I can get my hands on in our home.&amp;nbsp; Right now, before I move on to a wonderful, amazing, gloriously long book list, I have been reading through some different &lt;a href="http://www.visionforum.com/browse/product/complete-rm-ballantyne-adventure-library/?search=RM+Ballantyne&amp;amp;sortby=0"&gt;R.M. Ballantyne novels&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I love them because they are Godly, historical fiction with an emphasis on strengths and weaknesses of people through varying times of history.&amp;nbsp; I have always like the more "old-fashioned" books, for lack of a better word.&amp;nbsp; You know, that time of books like &lt;i&gt;Eight Cousins &lt;/i&gt;by Louisa May Alcott, or the first publishing of the &lt;i&gt;Nancy Drew Series&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Hardy Boy's&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Series&lt;/i&gt;, to give a wide range of books.&amp;nbsp; It is just something about the innocence of those kinds of books that greatly appeal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, with this conclusion of the first introduction to blogging in several months over, I bid you all Adieu for the night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;Kristin Elizabeth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-7529954735565076169?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/7529954735565076169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=7529954735565076169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/7529954735565076169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/7529954735565076169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-as-you-can-tell-there-are-few.html' title='Odds and Ends'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-br85Z7HRxp4/Te7USw8pfDI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Q1_jxVDPkNo/s72-c/Catch+Up_.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-8951163920310516929</id><published>2010-10-14T18:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T18:20:45.500-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nathan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashlyn'/><title type='text'>All the Kids :)</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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeHZvWAY8I/AAAAAAAAAsM/TJzWt39kz9k/s1600/IMG_2625_web+edited-1+copy.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, I was reading some photography tips, and decided to try them out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ryan and Ashlyn had dressed up in their "country" clothes earlier that day.&amp;nbsp; So we decided to do a little photo-shoot.&amp;nbsp; We ended up taking pictures of all of us.&amp;nbsp; So therefore, here are all the Alexander kids. :) &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeHZvWAY8I/AAAAAAAAAsM/TJzWt39kz9k/s1600/IMG_2625_web+edited-1+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeG6hrUgDI/AAAAAAAAAsI/E2QFVl0OwRg/s1600/IMG_2650_edited+web-1+copy.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a picture of Ryan, it took about twelve shots to get this one.&amp;nbsp; The adorable wiggle-worm!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeGnTjQLDI/AAAAAAAAAsE/i-mg6INyqcw/s1600/IMG_2590_edited+web-1+copy.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Ashlyn.&amp;nbsp; The girls in the Alexander family all have green eyes, so when Ashlyn was born we were happy that the tradition would continue (A fun fact, all the girls have green eyes,and all the boys have blues eyes:)).&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/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeGnTjQLDI/AAAAAAAAAsE/i-mg6INyqcw/s1600/IMG_2590_edited+web-1+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeG6hrUgDI/AAAAAAAAAsI/E2QFVl0OwRg/s1600/IMG_2650_edited+web-1+copy.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;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeFpOCJHoI/AAAAAAAAAr8/kp_IXF91g6s/s1600/IMG_2562_edited+web-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeFpOCJHoI/AAAAAAAAAr8/kp_IXF91g6s/s1600/IMG_2562_edited+web-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeFcPLjjXI/AAAAAAAAAr0/J8ibUHO4cO4/s1600/IMG_2567_normaledited+web-1+copy.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the beginning it was just Ashlyn and myself taking pictures, after the boys saw what fun we were having they decided to join in. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeFexIBCEI/AAAAAAAAAr4/f6VRW_XCNWA/s1600/IMG_2571_edited+web-1+copy.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan. with his sky-blue eyes. &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeFexIBCEI/AAAAAAAAAr4/f6VRW_XCNWA/s1600/IMG_2571_edited+web-1+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeNEkLTrpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/XSwMR8bbeI0/s1600/IMG_2667+web+copy.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trey,&amp;nbsp; at first he didn't want his picture taken.&amp;nbsp; I got him though!&amp;nbsp; Afterwords he is like "Hmm, not bad." :)&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeLEOYG6lI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/QZoXNvEQe28/s1600/IMG_2624_web+edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeLEOYG6lI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/QZoXNvEQe28/s1600/IMG_2624_web+edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeNEkLTrpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/XSwMR8bbeI0/s1600/IMG_2667+web+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeFRLQ6u4I/AAAAAAAAArw/tIMAOQS6uIw/s1600/IMG_2713_edited-1+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeFRLQ6u4I/AAAAAAAAArw/tIMAOQS6uIw/s1600/IMG_2713_edited-1+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trey even snapped one of me, I think it turned out well.&amp;nbsp; I hardly ever have pictures of myself.&amp;nbsp; I am always behind the camera not in front of it. ;)&amp;nbsp; Also, can't you tell that all of us have been blessed with freckles? :) Definitely a family trait. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a nice day! &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: left;"&gt;In Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-8951163920310516929?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/8951163920310516929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=8951163920310516929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/8951163920310516929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/8951163920310516929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-kids.html' title='All the Kids :)'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLeHZvWAY8I/AAAAAAAAAsM/TJzWt39kz9k/s72-c/IMG_2625_web+edited-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-5227579401738843267</id><published>2010-09-30T16:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T19:18:40.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ryan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLjvOJ8vN2I/AAAAAAAAAtM/30pqzdBpg7w/s1600/IMG_2115_webedited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLjvOJ8vN2I/AAAAAAAAAtM/30pqzdBpg7w/s640/IMG_2115_webedited-1.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today Ryan turned seven today (hence the number "7" pancake :).  I know I say this about all of my brothers, but he is so adorable!  He is such a sweetheart, and is always doing little things to help me. :)  I love all my brothers and sister, I am truly blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="-moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-5227579401738843267?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/5227579401738843267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=5227579401738843267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/5227579401738843267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/5227579401738843267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-ryan.html' title='Happy Birthday Ryan!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLjvOJ8vN2I/AAAAAAAAAtM/30pqzdBpg7w/s72-c/IMG_2115_webedited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-1463167379243133460</id><published>2010-09-27T12:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T19:15:40.982-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashlyn'/><title type='text'>Brr! It's Cold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TKDYYIftw0I/AAAAAAAAApk/UPPLNSO_Mdo/s1600/IMG_2025_edited-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLjuiuHBPCI/AAAAAAAAAtI/6Wvp9LvTAxU/s1600/IMG_2025_web+edited-1+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLjuiuHBPCI/AAAAAAAAAtI/6Wvp9LvTAxU/s1600/IMG_2025_web+edited-1+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-1463167379243133460?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/1463167379243133460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=1463167379243133460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/1463167379243133460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/1463167379243133460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/09/brr-its-cold.html' title='Brr! It&apos;s Cold!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TLjuiuHBPCI/AAAAAAAAAtI/6Wvp9LvTAxU/s72-c/IMG_2025_web+edited-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-7925117816493578486</id><published>2010-09-26T17:38:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:51:32.330-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humorous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashlyn'/><title type='text'>The Grasshopper Story</title><content type='html'>"We was ketching grasshoppers, and we was missing some.  Ashlyn ketched one and it was good.  Then we ketched one, but it had a baby on top.  And the last one we ketched, we ketched it. It was perfect...but it cut in half.  That it... Wait! And we going fishing. See ya! Ashlyn ketched one."-Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me laugh so much, Ryan is so funny.  These are his exact words, I love it! As I type this they are running around trying to "ketch" some more grasshoppers and crickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521361324863700642" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ_Q3x0UvqI/AAAAAAAAAos/RX05TRrUEOQ/s640/IMG_2006.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="458" /&gt;"Fee-fie-foo-fum! I smell the blood of an English...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ_RWVj6NII/AAAAAAAAAo0/crrtvUVbaPM/s1600/IMG_2007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="484" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521361849854604418" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ_RWVj6NII/AAAAAAAAAo0/crrtvUVbaPM/s640/IMG_2007.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Cricket!!"-Ashlyn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ_SU6cUoYI/AAAAAAAAApE/DPJeTl4Uz8k/s1600/IMG_2011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="428" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521362924906783106" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ_SU6cUoYI/AAAAAAAAApE/DPJeTl4Uz8k/s640/IMG_2011.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"We katched one!! Oh Yeah!" -Ryan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(advanced catching equipment: Plastic Cups) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521363603802605970" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ_S8bhsyZI/AAAAAAAAApM/lr0umllks3g/s640/IMG_2005.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521362404712651986" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ_R2okYHNI/AAAAAAAAAo8/C4AKuNAO7-Y/s640/IMG_2010.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-7925117816493578486?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/7925117816493578486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=7925117816493578486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/7925117816493578486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/7925117816493578486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/09/grasshopper-story.html' title='The Grasshopper Story'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ_Q3x0UvqI/AAAAAAAAAos/RX05TRrUEOQ/s72-c/IMG_2006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-6967137472195682203</id><published>2010-09-26T16:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:54:31.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="427" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521331037548474706" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ-1U0xqcVI/AAAAAAAAAnc/HPKQ4emSbVs/s640/IMG_1922.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's birthday is on September 30, so we decided to celebrate a little early with a party on Friday.  We invited our grandparents over and made breakfast...for dinner!  Ryan said that he wanted cinnamon rolls and pancakes for supper.  So we decided to go all out.&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="428" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521333066254277122" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ-3K6S0WgI/AAAAAAAAAns/rdtD_atoLDc/s640/IMG_1901.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;We made the &lt;a href="http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/09/yum-cinamon-rolls.html"&gt;cinnamon rolls&lt;/a&gt; of course, and pancakes (on the top plate are buttermilk pancakes, on the bottom plate are blueberry pancakes),  an egg bake, a cake, and bacon.  It was great, and everyone was full after-wards. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521332689493107426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ-20-v9IuI/AAAAAAAAAnk/EWyyQRZc0l8/s640/IMG_1898.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="428" /&gt;Ryan also picked out his cake, he wanted it to be a "campfire" cake.  We got the idea from the Disney family fun website.  It turned out pretty cute, although the fire was a bit...multicolored maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521333830430349762" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ-33ZEl2cI/AAAAAAAAAn0/FIqkSb-pJ70/s640/IMG_1882.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;We used ding-dongs covered in powder sugar for the "coals,"  fruit roll-ups for the "fire," and two pound cakes covered in chocolate frosting for the "logs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ-5_qop7SI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0y-NbsKGW7g/s1600/IMG_1939.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521336171607223586" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ-5_qop7SI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0y-NbsKGW7g/s640/IMG_1939.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Ryan opening up one of his presents.   Memaw is explaining to him how to use it here.  ;)  He put his money in it and then asked "can we go shopping tomorrow please Mommy?" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Ryan got his wish and we went shopping on Saturday (it was raining anyway so we couldn't work outside)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ-7vpfUg_I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ohkRAnsXPtA/s1600/IMG_1960.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="428" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521338095444984818" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ-7vpfUg_I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ohkRAnsXPtA/s640/IMG_1960.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;looking at prices :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Anyway, after opening presents, we all went to the music room to sing and play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ-80eOspOI/AAAAAAAAAoc/pjIkBVPzO6w/s1600/IMG_1955.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521339277833446626" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ-80eOspOI/AAAAAAAAAoc/pjIkBVPzO6w/s640/IMG_1955.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was fun, and Ryan was happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ-9gEQeLbI/AAAAAAAAAok/JHnz8rkt5no/s1600/IMG_1942.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521340026775809458" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ-9gEQeLbI/AAAAAAAAAok/JHnz8rkt5no/s640/IMG_1942.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-6967137472195682203?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/6967137472195682203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=6967137472195682203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/6967137472195682203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/6967137472195682203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/09/ryans-birthday-party.html' title='Ryan&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ-1U0xqcVI/AAAAAAAAAnc/HPKQ4emSbVs/s72-c/IMG_1922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-8435453886054161579</id><published>2010-09-25T14:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:55:00.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Yum! Cinnamon Rolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="428" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520934569919839842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ5MvXw-_mI/AAAAAAAAAnE/MV3rcd7odjg/s640/IMG_1869.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;Yesterday I made cinnamon rolls for Ryan's Birthday Party (more on that later).  The recipe I used is from &lt;a href="http://mariemadelinestudio.typepad.com/"&gt;Marie Madeline&lt;/a&gt;, and was pretty easy to do.  I took this picture after they had been rising the second time for just thirty minutes.  They turned out really good, so I wanted to share the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Best Ever Cinnamon Rolls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-1 2/3 cups  warm milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-2 Tbsp.  yeast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-1/2 cup  sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-1 stick  butter, melted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-2 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-1 1/2 tsp.  salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-6-7 cups  unbleached flour (used half white, half wheat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-cinnamon  (about 3 Tbsp.), brown sugar (about 8-10 Tbsp.), and melted butter  (almost 1 stick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Combine  warm milk, yeast and sugar. Let sit for five minutes. Then add melted  butter, eggs, salt and four cups of flour. Mix thoroughly, add remaining  flour. Dump out onto a thickly floured surface and knead well, (about 5  minutes,) until a soft dough is formed. Oil bowl lightly. Let rise for  one hour. (Here comes the fun part!) After dough has risen for it's  hour, roll out into a rectangle that is approximately 1/4 thick. Slather  melted butter rather generously all over rectangle. Sprinkle cinnamon  and brown sugar on according to taste. Simply roll the rectangle from  one long edge to the other tightly. Slice (about a 1/2" thick), place in  greased pan and let rise for another hour. (Make sure not to place your  cinnamon rolls too closely in your pans, or the insides will pop up!)  Bake at 375 degrees for 15 minutes (or until toothpick comes out  clean).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;f you'd like to...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;while your cinnamon rolls are still nice and warm, top with  icing. To make icing, simply combine powder sugar, milk and vanilla  until you have a nice smooth consistency. Pour over rolls.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I added a little bit of Pumpkin pie spice to the filling, and to the iceing and it tasted really good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope you enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-8435453886054161579?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/8435453886054161579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=8435453886054161579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/8435453886054161579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/8435453886054161579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/09/yum-cinamon-rolls.html' title='Yum! Cinnamon Rolls'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TJ5MvXw-_mI/AAAAAAAAAnE/MV3rcd7odjg/s72-c/IMG_1869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-3368028479551112185</id><published>2010-09-13T15:31:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:57:07.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Enjoying Photography</title><content type='html'>Over the few years my one other great interest besides the Lord, and my music, has become photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516498936866380642" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TI6Kji-9m2I/AAAAAAAAAlI/KfveK68K0Bs/s640/my+fav+things.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="441" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;A storyboard I created of my favorite things. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I love being able to capture a special moment or time with a photo, especially since I kind of have a hard&lt;/span&gt; time with words sometimes.   A pictures can show or describe a time and place easily, much easier than with words of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TI6MNkoQD4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_OpGv8KkMt4/s1600/IMG_1042.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="427" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516502081305833074" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TI6Nak7v7nI/AAAAAAAAAlY/1K7Th3M-eTI/s640/IMG_1056.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that the Lord has blessed me with &lt;a href="http://www.bhphotovideo.com/c/product/571144-REG/Canon_2762B003_EOS_Rebel_XS_SLR.html"&gt;my camera&lt;/a&gt;, and with people willing to be in my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="428" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516503404686869554" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TI6Onm6YBDI/AAAAAAAAAlg/cKBtyqUynhE/s640/IMG_0456-1.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;My little sister,  she loves making funny faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, that I am able to take pictures of God's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="428" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516505824013519282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TI6Q0bmzCbI/AAAAAAAAAlw/CEpGTyKk0kk/s640/IMG_0470.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Such as this rose, I am afraid it might be one of our last on this bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-3368028479551112185?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/3368028479551112185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=3368028479551112185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/3368028479551112185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/3368028479551112185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/09/enjoying-photography.html' title='Enjoying Photography'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/TI6Kji-9m2I/AAAAAAAAAlI/KfveK68K0Bs/s72-c/my+fav+things.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-708727895550140422</id><published>2010-07-04T02:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:57:52.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/J/johns/flag.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="440" src="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/J/johns/flag.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to take a quick minute (or two, or three...) to celebrate this important day.   I don't think I have ever realized how important this day was, until the past few years.   I began to see how amazing was the works of God in the freedom of our country.   How he put every piece in place and helped those important men to write the Declaration of Independence and to found our country on the principles it needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I just wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Independence Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God work use us in a way to glorify Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-708727895550140422?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/708727895550140422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=708727895550140422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/708727895550140422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/708727895550140422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-independance-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-6864731835296596612</id><published>2010-07-01T18:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T09:20:25.954-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>My Problem</title><content type='html'>I can't describe what happens to me when I get on to post on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start out with a wonderful idea, think about it for awhile, and then I do....nothing. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I will write it tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;" I say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm too tired...&lt;/span&gt;"  Really?  Then what explains the hour long of playing the piano after getting off the computer. Or the two hours of reading a new book.   I think I have a problem, it is called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Procrastination&lt;/span&gt; (Duh, Duh, Duhhhhhh) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, as I have gotten older, I have come to realize that I don't always do things right off.  For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think I will clean my closet tomorrow, that way it will be nice and organized..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Awww, well, it looks fine enough, besides I need to go practice my piano."&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, God has given me my time, and he expects me to use it wisely.  So I need to own up to the fact that I have this problem, and work towards "eliminating the problem" as Daddy would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, one day I am going to be judged, and I am going to be held accountable for the ways I have used my time.  And, instead of standing up in front of God and saying "Yep, I did as much as I could in the time you gave me,"  I will say "I was a good steward of my time, and  of everything you have given me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been working on my "problem," and as a result of that...this blog post. :)  I had regretted trying to get on and start writing again, simply because I didn't "feel like it."   But now that I have actually written this post, I "feel" so much better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;P.S. No harm intended to pianists, I myself am one so I was giving an example of what usually happens (should I say happen&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt; :) to me.   God Bless, Kristin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-6864731835296596612?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/6864731835296596612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=6864731835296596612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/6864731835296596612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/6864731835296596612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-problem.html' title='My Problem'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-1145815227928571872</id><published>2010-05-02T21:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:17:41.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S-GoDtGciXI/AAAAAAAAAjc/QZ4Ow0MKMX0/s1600/DSC03010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467836204204198258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S-GoDtGciXI/AAAAAAAAAjc/QZ4Ow0MKMX0/s320/DSC03010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S948V0E8DdI/AAAAAAAAAjU/r5bpU_m0dOE/s1600/DSC03002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466873343128636882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S948V0E8DdI/AAAAAAAAAjU/r5bpU_m0dOE/s320/DSC03002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S947hJ-3aEI/AAAAAAAAAjM/5tAt61OrIFY/s1600/DSC03005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466872438475679810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S947hJ-3aEI/AAAAAAAAAjM/5tAt61OrIFY/s320/DSC03005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S946e9gmI0I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_CB78fiF4Hw/s1600/DSC03000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466871301256127298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S946e9gmI0I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_CB78fiF4Hw/s320/DSC03000.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's chick days in the Alexander home. These are some pictures of our twelve Rhode Island Red chicks. They are our egg-laying chicks, we decided we aren't going to process these (thank goodness! :). We also have twenty-five broiler chickens. I can't remeber what kind they are right now though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say, they are really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-1145815227928571872?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/1145815227928571872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=1145815227928571872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/1145815227928571872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/1145815227928571872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/05/chick-days.html' title='Chick Days!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S-GoDtGciXI/AAAAAAAAAjc/QZ4Ow0MKMX0/s72-c/DSC03010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-5084029670794672435</id><published>2010-04-15T20:44:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:04:13.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl and her hat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S8fMDZ80zDI/AAAAAAAAAgo/weT-pSzg0Zg/s1600/P3060114+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460557432087694386" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S8fMDZ80zDI/AAAAAAAAAgo/weT-pSzg0Zg/s320/P3060114+copy.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 337px; text-align: center; width: 452px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S8fKwN_brgI/AAAAAAAAAgg/x4EbRrFJ5_k/s1600/P3060101+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460556002948263426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S8fKwN_brgI/AAAAAAAAAgg/x4EbRrFJ5_k/s320/P3060101+copy.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 462px; text-align: center; width: 331px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S8fGYQcyIwI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/fjkZNTEAOc4/s1600/P3060117+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460551193244869378" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S8fGYQcyIwI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/fjkZNTEAOc4/s320/P3060117+copy.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 435px; text-align: center; width: 322px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S8fBiEv1D-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/RmkfxJFPIms/s1600/P3060118+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460545864344080354" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S8fBiEv1D-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/RmkfxJFPIms/s320/P3060118+copy.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 295px; text-align: center; width: 396px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day before church, I let Ashlyn borrow a hat I had gotten from T.J. Maxx.   She looked so cute in it I decided to have a impromptu photo shoot with her.  We had so much fun!  All of the poses in these photos Ashlyn made up herself as we went along.  I didn't even half to ask her to do anything.  I love my little sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-5084029670794672435?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/5084029670794672435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=5084029670794672435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/5084029670794672435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/5084029670794672435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/04/girl-and-her-hat.html' title='A girl and her hat...'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S8fMDZ80zDI/AAAAAAAAAgo/weT-pSzg0Zg/s72-c/P3060114+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-7242254915696921063</id><published>2010-04-04T07:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:57:43.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Resurrection Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S7oHo_xKECI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Y-mXmL_cxz0/s1600/www-St-Takla-org___Jesus-Resurrection-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 344px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S7oHo_xKECI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Y-mXmL_cxz0/s320/www-St-Takla-org___Jesus-Resurrection-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456682299406553122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christ The Lord is Risen Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christ, the Lord, is risen today, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Sons of men and angels say, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Sing, ye heavens, and earth, reply, Alleluia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love’s redeeming work is done, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Lo! the Sun’s eclipse is over, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Lo! He sets in blood no more, Alleluia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Christ hath burst the gates of hell, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Death in vain forbids His rise, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Christ hath opened paradise, Alleluia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Once He died our souls to save, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Where thy victory, O grave? Alleluia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soar we now where Christ hath led, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Following our exalted Head, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Made like Him, like Him we rise, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Ours the cross, the grave, the skies, Alleluia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hail, the Lord of earth and Heaven, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Praise to Thee by both be given, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Thee we greet triumphant now, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Hail, the resurrection, thou, Alleluia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;King of glory, Soul of bliss, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting life is this, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Thee to know, Thy power to prove, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Thus to sing and thus to love, Alleluia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hymns of praise then let us sing, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Unto Christ, our heavenly King, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Who endured the cross and grave, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Sinners to redeem and save. Alleluia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the pains that He endured, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Our salvation have procured, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Now above the sky He’s King, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Where the angels ever sing. Alleluia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus Christ is risen today, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Our triumphant holy day, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Who did once upon the cross, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Suffer to redeem our loss. Alleluia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Resurrection Day!  Remembering Christ's death and resurrection!  Also how Jesus paid it all for us by dieing on the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-7242254915696921063?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/7242254915696921063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=7242254915696921063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/7242254915696921063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/7242254915696921063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-resurrection-day.html' title='Happy Resurrection Day!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S7oHo_xKECI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Y-mXmL_cxz0/s72-c/www-St-Takla-org___Jesus-Resurrection-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-248753085201049306</id><published>2010-03-31T11:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:48:29.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Trey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S7oFw-YExNI/AAAAAAAAAfA/jborQxHltQ0/s1600/P1180014+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S7oFw-YExNI/AAAAAAAAAfA/jborQxHltQ0/s320/P1180014+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456680237448611026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can not believe Trey is turning thirteen today.   He has gotten so big!!  Makes me feel old...(just joking :)  Isn't he cute though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-248753085201049306?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/248753085201049306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=248753085201049306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/248753085201049306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/248753085201049306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-trey.html' title='Happy Birthday Trey!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S7oFw-YExNI/AAAAAAAAAfA/jborQxHltQ0/s72-c/P1180014+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-8946592639104927245</id><published>2010-03-26T18:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:15:25.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Fishing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SuyW0dMbGzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5ASTWncGoNI/s1600-h/PA200215-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398855881244482354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SuyW0dMbGzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5ASTWncGoNI/s320/PA200215-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SuyVU34eozI/AAAAAAAAAOc/18agI66tZsg/s1600-h/PA200193+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398854239141143346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 227px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SuyVU34eozI/AAAAAAAAAOc/18agI66tZsg/s320/PA200193+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SuyW0BslE9I/AAAAAAAAAO8/F1UgGfUOeCw/s1600-h/PA200202-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398855873863160786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SuyW0BslE9I/AAAAAAAAAO8/F1UgGfUOeCw/s320/PA200202-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398855869635938194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SuyWzx8ux5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/zDj6NSn4pQo/s320/PA200201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SuyWzx8ux5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/zDj6NSn4pQo/s1600-h/PA200201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SuyWzi0j7NI/AAAAAAAAAOs/EP33MfAfXP4/s1600-h/PA200195-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398855865575140562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 366px; height: 272px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SuyWzi0j7NI/AAAAAAAAAOs/EP33MfAfXP4/s320/PA200195-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SuyUjyASWNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/OLGnDt_edUQ/s1600-h/PA200184+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398853395749689554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 255px; height: 340px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SuyUjyASWNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/OLGnDt_edUQ/s320/PA200184+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually these pictures aren't from today.  This is a draft that has been sitting in waiting to be published .  I finally got around to it today. :) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was really pretty that day and so everyone of us kids went on a walk.  Well Nathan got the idea of trying to catch a fish using a long piece of grass (The 2nd picture from the bottom is him trying it out, and Ashlyn is holding one in the second picture. :) ).  It didn't work very well, but we had fun catching crickets and playing in the dirt (mostly the boys played in the dirt though) :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-8946592639104927245?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/8946592639104927245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=8946592639104927245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/8946592639104927245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/8946592639104927245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/03/fishing.html' title='Fishing...'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SuyW0dMbGzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5ASTWncGoNI/s72-c/PA200215-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-7559773791796870804</id><published>2010-02-28T00:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:15:18.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nathan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S4oQkj5f63I/AAAAAAAAAaA/fyFmJPM3D2c/s1600-h/P1180047-1+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 520px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S4oQkj5f63I/AAAAAAAAAaA/fyFmJPM3D2c/s320/P1180047-1+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443181319928408946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan turns nine years old today!  He is so responsible and loves to do tasks for other people.  He has changed so much since &lt;a href="http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-nathan.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;, except for his adorable red hair and light blue eyes.  I don't know what we all would do without him there to make us laugh.  I love him very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-7559773791796870804?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/7559773791796870804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=7559773791796870804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/7559773791796870804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/7559773791796870804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-nathan.html' title='Happy Birthday Nathan!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S4oQkj5f63I/AAAAAAAAAaA/fyFmJPM3D2c/s72-c/P1180047-1+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-4212804235779882710</id><published>2010-02-27T08:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:18:03.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S5kC6a2tKRI/AAAAAAAAAak/X5yhnV40Jas/s1600-h/closeup+og+daddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S5kC6a2tKRI/AAAAAAAAAak/X5yhnV40Jas/s320/closeup+og+daddy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447388426945767698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today marks the day of my wonderful Daddy's Birthday.  He is pretty-near-close to perfect in my eyes. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ten favorite things about my Daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  His devotion to teaching us about the Lord.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is always trying to find ways to bring a lesson into everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. The way he laughs. :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;it when Daddy laughs.  Especially when he can't stop.  His face completely changes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. His faith in Jesus.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Daddy is such a strong believer.  It shows every day that he is committed to being more like Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;His humor.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Daddy is so funny sometimes!  He knows exactly what to say to make a person laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. His sensitivity towards others.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is always looking out for other people, and he knows when they need encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. The way he gets excited about something.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He is so adorable when he gets excited. :) He starts talking quickly and waving his hands around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7.  His ability to work hard&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  Daddy is such a hard worker.  He does not stop until the job is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. The way he corrects me when I am wrong.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't it funny that I like this about my Daddy? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. The way he is humble.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Daddy is almost never boasting about himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. Best of all, I love my Daddy, because he is my Daddy!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I could not think of having a different Daddy.  I am so glad that God allowed my Mommy to marry my Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Daddy, you may call me "Your little girl," "Sweetie," and all your other nicknames for me as long as you want to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-4212804235779882710?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/4212804235779882710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=4212804235779882710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/4212804235779882710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/4212804235779882710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S5kC6a2tKRI/AAAAAAAAAak/X5yhnV40Jas/s72-c/closeup+og+daddy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-764785610058215224</id><published>2010-02-13T20:55:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:57:04.408-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Snow Again!</title><content type='html'>It snowed again! In Texas!  This is a record for Texas it has snowed four times here.   This time it got up to eight inches.   I took several pictures.   But I will spare you all of them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3wy6O1CpYI/AAAAAAAAAX0/m1QVo3HcUmE/s1600-h/P2110249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3wy6O1CpYI/AAAAAAAAAX0/m1QVo3HcUmE/s320/P2110249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439278425951085954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything looks so beautiful under a blanket of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3w0keQnp8I/AAAAAAAAAYE/NquvWW-rv7I/s1600-h/P2110262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3w0keQnp8I/AAAAAAAAAYE/NquvWW-rv7I/s320/P2110262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439280251159422914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our chicken house under snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3w1wuIM48I/AAAAAAAAAYU/sCqOZCa94Kg/s1600-h/P2110277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3w1wuIM48I/AAAAAAAAAYU/sCqOZCa94Kg/s320/P2110277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439281561089139650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3w0kFAQjbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/fCvRyGsRuoc/s1600-h/P2110283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3w0kFAQjbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/fCvRyGsRuoc/s320/P2110283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439280244379913650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3w1wa-BlzI/AAAAAAAAAYM/NtVYeWVXZoo/s1600-h/P2110279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3w1wa-BlzI/AAAAAAAAAYM/NtVYeWVXZoo/s320/P2110279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439281555946182450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3wxac2K2-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/Ab946WPB4d0/s1600-h/P2110297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3wxac2K2-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/Ab946WPB4d0/s320/P2110297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439276780446473186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and I.  It was pretty cold while we were taking this pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3wwciGlKKI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eG7AxLjAuOw/s1600-h/P2110218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3wwciGlKKI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eG7AxLjAuOw/s320/P2110218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439275716705593506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was our snowman, it was a little taller than Daddy!  Trey is posing next to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3wxPBAzMRI/AAAAAAAAAXk/r-RpKqJ0KoA/s1600-h/P2110254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3wxPBAzMRI/AAAAAAAAAXk/r-RpKqJ0KoA/s320/P2110254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439276583996305682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, Ashlyn, and Nathan wanted to make another smaller snowman.   This was the beginning of it.  Unfortunately I don't have a picture of the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3wxDBLWZGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/azQNJ6ayX_g/s1600-h/P2110221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 364px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3wxDBLWZGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/azQNJ6ayX_g/s320/P2110221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439276377882125410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlyn posing with Alex, our cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3wulS3FRUI/AAAAAAAAAXM/HuV4RCkzDBg/s1600-h/P2110208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3wulS3FRUI/AAAAAAAAAXM/HuV4RCkzDBg/s320/P2110208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439273668209624386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey and Nathan rolling a ball of snow.  We were working on building a fort.  I think we rolled around eight of these not including the snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3wubu8fWBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/3KeKgIXkA2I/s1600-h/P2110202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3wubu8fWBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/3KeKgIXkA2I/s320/P2110202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439273503949805586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still in progress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3w48VRRa3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/M9zbCDJyjQI/s1600-h/P2110205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3w48VRRa3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/M9zbCDJyjQI/s320/P2110205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439285059109612402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished! Ashlyn, Ryan, and Nathan are posing behind it.  This was one base.  We built another one on the other side so we could have a snowball fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't ever want to forget the snow is why I took so many pictures.  I was glad to have snow, but now that it is over I'm ready for Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-764785610058215224?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/764785610058215224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=764785610058215224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/764785610058215224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/764785610058215224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-again.html' title='Snow Again!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S3wy6O1CpYI/AAAAAAAAAX0/m1QVo3HcUmE/s72-c/P2110249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-3232369014167194131</id><published>2010-02-05T09:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:12:35.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Giveaway From Marie-Madeline</title><content type='html'>Okay so after I posted my last post I saw yet another giveaway from them that I would suggest anyone enter.   Jenna over at &lt;a href="http://femininefarmgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Feminine Farmgirl&lt;/a&gt;, is &lt;a href="http://femininefarmgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/route-66-skirt-pattern-giveaway.html"&gt;having a giveaway&lt;/a&gt; for the new &lt;a href="http://www.mariemadelinestudio.net/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=2_45&amp;amp;products_id=533&amp;amp;zenid=f8a032d9fd59d97b8e6ff9f01fd83ce5"&gt;Route 66 Skirt Pattern&lt;/a&gt; from Marie-Madeline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S2w0WphNomI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1S9_viWw58Y/s1600-h/route66cotton2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 378px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S2w0WphNomI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1S9_viWw58Y/s320/route66cotton2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434776414036271714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See?  Aren't these skirts adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In Him,&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/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. Pictures from both giveaway posts are from &lt;a href="http://mariemadelinestudio.com/"&gt;The Marie-Madeline Studio&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mariemadelinestudio.typepad.com/mariemadeline_studio/"&gt;The Long sisters blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-3232369014167194131?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/3232369014167194131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=3232369014167194131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/3232369014167194131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/3232369014167194131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/02/yet-another-giveaway-from-marie.html' title='Yet Another Giveaway From Marie-Madeline'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S2w0WphNomI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1S9_viWw58Y/s72-c/route66cotton2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-4295604206567853928</id><published>2010-02-05T08:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:01:22.127-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><title type='text'>A Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>Mary Jo over at &lt;a href="http://www.covenanthomemaking.com/"&gt;Covenant Homemaking&lt;/a&gt; is having a giveaway for any one &lt;a href="http://mariemadelinestudio.com/"&gt;Marie-Madeline Studio&lt;/a&gt; custom Apron.   You even get to choose the fabrics if you win! All of their aprons are  extremely cute so I suggest you entering!  While you are over there, I also suggest taking a look at &lt;a href="http://mariemadelinestudio.typepad.com/mariemadeline_studio/"&gt;their blog&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a great place to go.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S2wxdGSwWqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xOCk5zKEBUY/s1600-h/DSC_7025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S2wxdGSwWqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xOCk5zKEBUY/s320/DSC_7025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434773226304592546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I personally really like their&lt;a href="http://www.mariemadelinestudio.net/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=40&amp;amp;products_id=23&amp;amp;zenid=f8a032d9fd59d97b8e6ff9f01fd83ce5"&gt; chic sisters aprons&lt;/a&gt;.  I am going to try to get the little girls apron so I can make some for my little sister.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&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/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-4295604206567853928?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/4295604206567853928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=4295604206567853928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/4295604206567853928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/4295604206567853928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/02/giveaway.html' title='A Giveaway!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S2wxdGSwWqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xOCk5zKEBUY/s72-c/DSC_7025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-6645566406170773342</id><published>2010-02-04T09:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T08:46:39.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One year Blogiversary!</title><content type='html'>February 3, was the day I started blogging one year ago.  I can't believe time has passed so quickly.  I haven't been able to post as much as I have wanted to, but I hope I will be able to get better at that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a quick picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S2wt1Z6nlxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/YfFd7r9cZZI/s1600-h/P1120740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S2wt1Z6nlxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/YfFd7r9cZZI/s320/P1120740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434769245842413330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All of us children at my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Memaw's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-6645566406170773342?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/6645566406170773342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=6645566406170773342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/6645566406170773342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/6645566406170773342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-year-blogiversary.html' title='One year Blogiversary!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/S2wt1Z6nlxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/YfFd7r9cZZI/s72-c/P1120740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-5937453025466138328</id><published>2009-12-31T14:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:06:19.272-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>My goodness, the year of 2009 has sped by so quickly.  I can not believe that tomorrow is the year 2010.  I have to admit I am looking forward to some events in 2010.  Here are the top ten, they are in no particular order in importance.&lt;br /&gt;1.  The Voyage of the Dawn Treader coming out in theaters on May 7, 2010.  I have read Voyage of the Dawn Treader and  am eagerly anticipating how they will adapt the book to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Our family is going to travel to Branson, MO in June 2010.  All of Daddy's family is coming with us.  I really can't wait. :)&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am saving for a new camera that I hope to buy in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;4. Our family is going to try and start the business of bees.  Hopefully we will be able to order the bees in April, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Our family will also be traveling to Orlando, Florida to visit Disney World.   I can't wait to see the excitement on Ashlyn and Ryan's face as we ride the rides and see the sights.&lt;br /&gt;6. Finishing my room.  That means painting the walls, hanging up pictures and flower accents.&lt;br /&gt;7.  English Country Dancing!  The ECD practices, and maybe attending a ball.&lt;br /&gt;8. Participating in our church music.  I would like to maybe start playing the piano and violin in church. &lt;br /&gt;9. Seeing my brothers and sister grow up and mature in there relationship's with Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;10.  This really is the most important.  I want to learn how to serve others more, learn more about Jesus Christ, and get closer to my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;May the year of 2010 be a year of great blessings from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-5937453025466138328?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/5937453025466138328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=5937453025466138328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/5937453025466138328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/5937453025466138328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-7714431640798521423</id><published>2009-12-25T14:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T14:57:08.571-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can'&lt;/span&gt;t believe it!  Our family had a WHITE CHRISTMAS!! In TEXAS!?  *settles down*  I just had to say that because here in Texas (where I live) snow is an extreme rarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas from the our home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SzUmIwuFZKI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iX2jsHNKr6A/s1600-h/12-25-09+227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SzUmIwuFZKI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iX2jsHNKr6A/s320/12-25-09+227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419279658569262242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;to yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry CHRISTmas! The celebration of Jesus Christ's, my savior, birth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hopefully I can post more pictures soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-7714431640798521423?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/7714431640798521423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=7714431640798521423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/7714431640798521423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/7714431640798521423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SzUmIwuFZKI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iX2jsHNKr6A/s72-c/12-25-09+227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-5859570112199523154</id><published>2009-12-18T14:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T15:11:09.724-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy 15th Anniversary Mommy and Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Syvs3VCuqbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/rxyaXHenoRk/s1600-h/April,+May+2009+283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Syvs3VCuqbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/rxyaXHenoRk/s320/April,+May+2009+283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416683412128704946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 17, 1994,  Miss Stacy Annette Meek married Mr. Robert Eugene Alexander Junior.  It was a big wedding, family and friends came, a cousin sang a song, and after the wedding was over, a  large potluck lunch was served.  Quickly the young couple settled into married life.  Robert (mostly known as Rob, or Robby) was in school, training to be in the Navy, so Stacy didn't get to see to much of him.  But they loved each other very much and kept on.  Their marriage has been very strong, and yesterday they celebrated their fifteenth anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to dedicate this post to my wonderful father and mother on the day (after) of their  anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Fifteenth Wedding Anniversary to my wonderful parents!  I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first daughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-5859570112199523154?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/5859570112199523154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=5859570112199523154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/5859570112199523154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/5859570112199523154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-15th-anniversary-mommy-and-daddy.html' title='Happy 15th Anniversary Mommy and Daddy!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Syvs3VCuqbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/rxyaXHenoRk/s72-c/April,+May+2009+283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-106291026281977120</id><published>2009-11-26T11:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:53:59.151-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sw61iJzF7jI/AAAAAAAAAUc/a0tL_pCdy8U/s1600/569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408459800868941362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sw61iJzF7jI/AAAAAAAAAUc/a0tL_pCdy8U/s320/569.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we celebrate the holiday of Thanksgiving, we need to remember the very first Thanksgiving. The pilgrims, when after a year of near starvation and plague, were finally able to eat food, and they stopped to give thanks. They took a day, a whole day, to give thanks to the Lord, who made them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of these labourers, gives me strength and makes me thankful for all that I have. Some of the main things I am thankful for are, first of all my Lord Jesus Christ who came and died for me on the cross, second of all my parents, for bringing me into this world and for training me and bringing me up to love the Lord. I am also thankful for all my family. My brothers, my sister, my grandparents, all my Aunts and Uncles, and my cousins have loved me and helped me do what is right. I am also very thankful for my friends. Whether they all know it or not, they have helped me to become the person I am today. Last of all (not really, I have many more thankful's I would say, but this is all for today.), I am very thankful for the church we go to. I think our family has really been blessed by our church. We have been blessed by the teaching , by the fellowship that we have received, and from the encouragement to do what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope that you would take a minute to stop and to think of all the wonderful things you have to be thankful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In Him,&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/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.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/8704131629790738338-106291026281977120?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/106291026281977120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=106291026281977120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/106291026281977120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/106291026281977120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sw61iJzF7jI/AAAAAAAAAUc/a0tL_pCdy8U/s72-c/569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-8359022528169510220</id><published>2009-11-24T14:31:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:34:08.099-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>First  Family Thanksgiving Get Together...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday, our family went to our first Thanksgiving. It was my Memaw Laura's Thanksgiving, and we all gathered at her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407772151619820802" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SwxEHsuMnQI/AAAAAAAAATM/2DOL7UgxlMQ/s320/PB220320.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The table decoration&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407773527319490626" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SwxFXxmjsEI/AAAAAAAAATc/-5_K2VLU93E/s320/PB220324.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The tables laden with food. Since everyone in our family gathered together can't fit on one table (and all the food can't fit either (-: ) we have to make two tables. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407773538239015154" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SwxFYaR-aPI/AAAAAAAAATk/c0tFMXa9XHk/s320/PB220325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407773541223494866" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SwxFYlZh9NI/AAAAAAAAATs/3CABIuEjdm8/s320/PB220326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A good and sunny shot of Nathan. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407773546634096130" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SwxFY5jhLgI/AAAAAAAAAT0/e15vA3lbv-Y/s320/PB220327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys playing an active game if " Marco/Polo." :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 251px; display: block; height: 144px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407773523764312546" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SwxFXkW7-eI/AAAAAAAAATU/FsyMd0__blo/s320/PB220323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pumpkin Pie Cheesecake Mommy made for the Thanksgiving. The recipe is found &lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/recipe/cheesecake/pumpkin-pie-cheesecake/"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt; We added spiced whipped cream for a topping as well. All it is, is whipping cream, with sugar and pumpkin pie spice to taste. Of course, make sure you whip the cream. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Everything was very good, it was hard to eat it all.   Thanksgiving is such a nice time because you get to see family,  and think of all the things you are thankful for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hope everyone has a nice rest of the day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In Him,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.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/8704131629790738338-8359022528169510220?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/8359022528169510220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=8359022528169510220&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/8359022528169510220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/8359022528169510220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-thanksgiving.html' title='First  Family Thanksgiving Get Together...'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SwxEHsuMnQI/AAAAAAAAATM/2DOL7UgxlMQ/s72-c/PB220320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-3821746165816009408</id><published>2009-11-19T19:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:05:51.841-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verse'/><title type='text'>Proverbs 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 395px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405995676276411106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SwX0bOXAyuI/AAAAAAAAASk/Et8wkKg0if4/s320/Proverbs+31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Isn't that a pretty picture?  I just think it reminds me of the Proverbs 31 woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo Credit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allposters.com/gallery.asp?startat=/getposter.asp&amp;amp;APNum=3373148&amp;amp;CID=7A2BEE390031410A94B5F5728A68E328&amp;amp;PPID=1&amp;amp;Search=young" f="'t&amp;amp;FindID=" p="3&amp;amp;PP=" sortby="PD&amp;amp;c=" page="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Allposters.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-3821746165816009408?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/3821746165816009408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=3821746165816009408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/3821746165816009408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/3821746165816009408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/11/proverbs-31.html' title='Proverbs 31'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SwX0bOXAyuI/AAAAAAAAASk/Et8wkKg0if4/s72-c/Proverbs+31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-3159906200936268012</id><published>2009-11-16T20:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:22:34.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Announcment....</title><content type='html'>The producers of &lt;a href="http://www.fireproofthemovie.com/"&gt;Fireproof&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flywheelthemovie.com/index2.php"&gt;Flywheel&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.facingthegiants.com/home.php"&gt;Facing the Giants&lt;/a&gt; are going to anounce their new movie.... Go &lt;a href="http://courageousthemovie.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&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/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I learned about this from &lt;a href="http://jewelsbyjulia-lauren.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-sherwood-pictures-movie-announced.html"&gt;Julia's Journal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-3159906200936268012?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/3159906200936268012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=3159906200936268012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/3159906200936268012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/3159906200936268012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-announcment.html' title='A Big Announcment....'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-6567863441253802006</id><published>2009-11-13T14:20:00.024-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:53:48.055-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Military'/><title type='text'>Another Veteran's Day Post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A realization hit me today as my father was talking to me over the phone.  He pointed out a sad, but true fact about the veterans of the past battles.  Daddy said that many of them are passing away without being reconized or that no one is rewarding them for their sacrifices.  He then sent me the following article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SOON TO BE GONE&lt;br /&gt;By Stephen R. Ellison, M.D., US Army&lt;br /&gt;This should be required reading in every school and college in our country This Captain, an Army doctor, deserves a medal himself for putting this together. If you choose not to pass it on, fine, but I think you will want to, after you read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403690163460333810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3Dkt1TYPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/p7LXyn3pi4I/s320/ATT00070.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a doctor specializing in the Emergency Departments of the only two military Level One-Trauma Centers, both in San Antonio , TX and they care for civilian Emergencies as well as military personnel. San Antonio has the largest military retiree population in the world living here. As a military doctor, I work long hours and the pay is less than glamorous One tends to become jaded by the long hours, lack of sleep, food, family contact and the endless parade of human suffering passing before you. The arrival of another ambulance does not mean more pay, only more work. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most often, it is a victim from a motor vehicle crash.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403690726169370978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3EFeFl4WI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TwaC-8GZwz0/s320/ATT00076.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Often it is a person of dubious character who has been shot or stabbed. With our large military retiree population, it is often a nursing home patient Even with my enlisted service and minimal combat experience in Panama , I have caught myself groaning when the ambulance brought in yet another sick, elderly person from one of the local retirement centers that cater to military retirees. I had not stopped to think of what citizens of this age group represented. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403690970742056114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3ETtMQ5LI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2kiDsknrIrU/s320/ATT00079.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I saw 'Saving Private Ryan.' I was touched deeply. Not so much by the carnage, but by the sacrifices of so many. I was touched most by the scene of the elderly survivor at the graveside, asking his wife if he'd been a good man. I realized that I had seen these same men and women coming through my Emergency Dept. and had not realized what magnificent sacrifices they had made. The things they did for me and everyone else that has lived on this planet since the end of that conflict are priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403691403564220354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3Es5lG_8I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ClDv9bUpbIg/s320/ATT00082.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Situation permitting, I now try to ask my patients about their experiences. They would never bring up the subject without the inquiry. I have been privileged to an amazing array of experiences, recounted in the brief minutes allowed in an Emergency Dept. encounter. These experiences have revealed the incredible individuals I have had the honor of serving in a medical capacity, many on their last admission to the hospital.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403695695355207810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3Imtv0YII/AAAAAAAAAQU/8PRq_njMRcs/s320/ATT00085.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a frail, elderly woman who reassured my young enlisted medic, trying to start an IV line in her arm. She remained calm and poised, despite her illness and the multiple needle-sticks into her fragile veins. She was what we call a 'hard stick.' As the medic made another attempt, I noticed a number tattooed across her forearm. I touched it with one finger and looked into her eyes. She simply said, ' Auschwitz .' Many of later generations would have loudly and openly berated the young medic in his many attempts. How different was the response from this person who'd seen unspeakable suffering. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403695956495823778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3I16kl86I/AAAAAAAAAQc/NGwA5Gi7-DQ/s320/ATT00088.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Also, there was this long retired Colonel, who as a young officer had parachuted from his burning plane over a Pacific island held by the Japanese. Now an octogenarian, he had a minor cut on his head from a fall at his home where he lived alone. His CT scan and suturing had been delayed until after midnight by the usual parade of high priority ambulance patients. Still spry for his age, he asked to use the phone to call a taxi, to take him home, then he realized his ambulance had brought him without his wallet. He asked if he could use the phone to make a long distance call to his daughter who lived 7 miles away. With great pride we told him that he could not, as he'd done enough for his country and the least we could do was get him a taxi home, even if we had to pay for it ourselves. My only regret was that my shift wouldn't end for several hours, and I couldn't drive him myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403696396207556866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3JPgoCiQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8EbVOODAonE/s320/ATT00091.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was there the night M/Sgt. Roy Benavidez came through the Emergency Dept. for the last time. He was very sick. I was not the doctor taking care of him, but I walked to his bedside and took his hand. I said nothing. He was so sick, he didn't know I was there. I'd read his Congressional Medal of Honor citation and wanted to shake his hand. He died a few days later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403696908488979458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3JtVBctAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WwQKlzbO5j4/s320/ATT00094.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;                                  &lt;em&gt;The gentleman who served with Merrill's Marauders,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403697106961813154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3J44ZDzqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ihfttN6lpWk/s320/ATT00097.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                             the survivor of the Bataan Death March,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403697430376711122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3KLtNLg9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/-jhQ5GiF5Zo/s320/ATT00100.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                      the survivor of Omaha Beach ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the 101 year old World War I veteran.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403699574242862818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3MIfus5uI/AAAAAAAAARE/CquxYUihKUE/s320/ATT00103.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The former POW held in frozen North Korea ,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403699871919021906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3MZ0qOn1I/AAAAAAAAARM/_TGU9-uBcWg/s320/ATT00106.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The former Special Forces medic - now with non-operable liver cancer,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403700491109072898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3M93UpAAI/AAAAAAAAARU/K1lTjLMpCtc/s320/ATT00109.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the former Viet Nam Corps Commander.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403700813853792642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3NQpo-mYI/AAAAAAAAARc/d-O-aiCiRso/s320/ATT00112.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember these citizens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403701172785298834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3Nliw6vZI/AAAAAAAAARk/mGsra6fmNmY/s320/ATT00115.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;I may still groan when yet another ambulance comes in, but now I am much more aware of what an honor it is to serve these particular men and women. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403701593183956722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3N-A3xLvI/AAAAAAAAARs/ujrJG6tlsPo/s320/ATT00118.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have seen a Congress who would turn their back on these individuals who've sacrificed so much to protect our liberty. I see later generations that seem to be totally engrossed in abusing these same liberties, won with such sacrifice.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403701597510073746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3N-Q_MfZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6VKxN24Sqps/s320/ATT00121.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It has become my personal endeavor to make the nurses and young enlisted medics aware of these amazing individuals when I encounter them in our Emergency Dept. Their response to these particular citizens has made me think that perhaps all is not lost in the next generation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403701604921302978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3N-smK38I/AAAAAAAAAR8/Rpt0EgBABvk/s320/ATT00124.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My experiences have solidified my belief that we are losing an incredible generation, and this nation knows not what it is losing. Our uncaring government and ungrateful civilian populace should all take note. We should all remember that we must 'Earn this.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403701607605022402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3N-2mBLsI/AAAAAAAAASE/z4sfL3GFJlE/s320/ATT00127.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                     Written By CPT.Stephen R. Ellison, M.D. US Army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it weren't for the United States military, there'd be NO United States of America .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- "The ONLY thing necessary for the triumph of evil ... if for good men to do nothing." Edmund Burke, 1727 - 1797 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Kristin Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-6567863441253802006?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/6567863441253802006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=6567863441253802006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/6567863441253802006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/6567863441253802006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-veterans-day-post.html' title='Another Veteran&apos;s Day Post...'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sv3Dkt1TYPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/p7LXyn3pi4I/s72-c/ATT00070.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-4970853440524748461</id><published>2009-11-12T20:22:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:12:57.271-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humorous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>A Little Funny Moment...</title><content type='html'>Today as I was playing our Wii with my two youngest brothers, my Wii remote's battery's died.  Ryan (being the little helper he is), immediatly rushed off and brought me two new battery's.  Those two battery's didn't work, so he again ran off and brought two more.  When those didn't work either, he brought me the cup that he said they were kept in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SvzGxuf3VGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/fYH8K5yUhaU/s1600-h/PB120303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403412210535322722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SvzGxuf3VGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/fYH8K5yUhaU/s320/PB120303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(Ryan in mid-word :-) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can anyone ever guess what that cup said? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SvzGxb4m5nI/AAAAAAAAAPk/SMwECugrn7w/s1600-h/PB120313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403412205538829938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SvzGxb4m5nI/AAAAAAAAAPk/SMwECugrn7w/s320/PB120313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have a nice day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Him,&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/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-4970853440524748461?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/4970853440524748461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=4970853440524748461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/4970853440524748461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/4970853440524748461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-funny-moment.html' title='A Little Funny Moment...'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SvzGxuf3VGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/fYH8K5yUhaU/s72-c/PB120303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-9198011466095330158</id><published>2009-11-11T22:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:30:48.613-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy Veterans Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SvuKTy8P4iI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lqpeUvnJmrs/s1600-h/american_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403064250657661474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SvuKTy8P4iI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lqpeUvnJmrs/s320/american_flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Veterans Day to my Daddy, and those men and woman that served in the military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" /&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/8704131629790738338-9198011466095330158?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/9198011466095330158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=9198011466095330158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/9198011466095330158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/9198011466095330158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-veterans-day.html' title='Happy Veterans Day!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SvuKTy8P4iI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lqpeUvnJmrs/s72-c/american_flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-9119405737716904685</id><published>2009-11-11T21:11:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:52:49.297-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SvuD2SIpp9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/pS1EFlAcEYE/s1600-h/US44_DGU0148_M+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403057146565339090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SvuD2SIpp9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/pS1EFlAcEYE/s320/US44_DGU0148_M+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight at prayer meeting as I was reading some verses, this one jumped out at me. I just thought I would share it. I don't know why it impacted me so much, maybe because I have learning and studying about this lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" /&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/8704131629790738338-9119405737716904685?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/9119405737716904685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=9119405737716904685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/9119405737716904685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/9119405737716904685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/11/tonight-at-prayer-meeting-as-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SvuD2SIpp9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/pS1EFlAcEYE/s72-c/US44_DGU0148_M+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-6746646993582379521</id><published>2009-10-18T19:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:54:19.702-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ryan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Stuw0PvOaxI/AAAAAAAAANU/DFyUR5Y6-oc/s1600-h/P9290051+copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394099390330596114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Stuw0PvOaxI/AAAAAAAAANU/DFyUR5Y6-oc/s320/P9290051+copy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan turned six on September 30, and we had his little party on October 10. He is so cute and I love him so much. He had wanted to have a fishing birthday party,  so we were going to go fishing. But it ended up raining all that week. So we had a indoor fishing party complete with a fish cake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394102409863614690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/StuzkAX_0OI/AAAAAAAAANc/1HLZh9NaAIQ/s320/PA100117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                   (I think it turned out pretty cute)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..."fake" fishing ( plastic fishing poles with a magnet  for bait, and little plastic fish with another magnet attached to it so that when the magnets got next to each other you would "catch" a fish) , and opening presents from family and a few friends. It was so much fun and he had such a good attitude for not being able to fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394103311455074098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Stu0YfEJtzI/AAAAAAAAANk/qtiKdhDIjP4/s320/PA100131+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ryan wearing his new fishing outfit and holding his new fishing pole (the shirt says, "catch me if you can.").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394104634994397362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Stu1lhohELI/AAAAAAAAANs/n6oWQj2T3nQ/s320/PA100125+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                 The last picture: Ryan laughing his adorable only-Ryan laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.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/8704131629790738338-6746646993582379521?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/6746646993582379521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=6746646993582379521&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/6746646993582379521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/6746646993582379521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-ryan.html' title='Happy Birthday Ryan!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Stuw0PvOaxI/AAAAAAAAANU/DFyUR5Y6-oc/s72-c/P9290051+copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-900333686571898264</id><published>2009-09-18T13:48:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:44:52.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>10 Seconds With Ashlyn</title><content type='html'>Ten seconds with Ashlyn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPdhoC0n1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/dfdAuNFXFHk/s1600-h/Ashlyn+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382889549392551762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPdhoC0n1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/dfdAuNFXFHk/s320/Ashlyn+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPcbS_a5_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/wbqgh-9Ky3o/s1600-h/Ashlyn+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382888341150296050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPcbS_a5_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/wbqgh-9Ky3o/s320/Ashlyn+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPbRWviD3I/AAAAAAAAALo/V-T94HTCTZs/s1600-h/Ashlyn+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382887070847078258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPbRWviD3I/AAAAAAAAALo/V-T94HTCTZs/s320/Ashlyn+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPZgn1cigI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZHgyoK8cCjY/s1600-h/Ashlyn+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382885134110067202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPZgn1cigI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZHgyoK8cCjY/s320/Ashlyn+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPZgJZf1xI/AAAAAAAAALI/LB_Iym1k2QY/s1600-h/Ashlyn+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382885125939779346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPZgJZf1xI/AAAAAAAAALI/LB_Iym1k2QY/s320/Ashlyn+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPZfh6Bu1I/AAAAAAAAALA/_3ZA7qVqaE8/s1600-h/Ashlyn+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382885115338799954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPZfh6Bu1I/AAAAAAAAALA/_3ZA7qVqaE8/s320/Ashlyn+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPZerrFWmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/B41IRxtqOpU/s1600-h/Ashlyn+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382885100780608098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPZerrFWmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/B41IRxtqOpU/s320/Ashlyn+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382885108727689746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPZfJR0MhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iQ0J5XJX0X4/s320/Ashlyn+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382887036283785842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPbPV_AEnI/AAAAAAAAALY/QX4WFo2fGYQ/s320/Ashlyn+005_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, (but not least!) is a picture of my dear, darling, little sister and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382890988230165170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPe1YIcQrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/F9qCn6mSiOg/s320/Ashlyn+and+Kristin+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ashlyn is such a funny little girl. If you haven't noticed :) , she is the little lady of 100 faces. She loves to make people laugh and is the (ahem....) rather dramatic one of the family also ("takes after her older sister," as Mommy says :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/266/9BFFC34555C6751D6242CED099E9BF1D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-900333686571898264?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/900333686571898264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=900333686571898264&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/900333686571898264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/900333686571898264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-seconds-with-ashlyn.html' title='10 Seconds With Ashlyn'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SrPdhoC0n1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/dfdAuNFXFHk/s72-c/Ashlyn+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-1112549154121796052</id><published>2009-07-26T20:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:04:24.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quilt Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sm0IWGX0NqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/M84zZuvUyrA/s1600-h/6a00e54f14327c8834011571446090970c-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362951907028776610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sm0IWGX0NqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/M84zZuvUyrA/s320/6a00e54f14327c8834011571446090970c-500wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;a href="http://mariemadelinestudio.typepad.com/mariemadeline_studio/"&gt;Long sisters&lt;/a&gt;, are giving away a lovely quilt made by them.  I would very much suggest going over there and entering (If you do go enter, and you heard about it from my blog,  please say so, I would appreciate it!).&lt;br /&gt;They own a sweet little business called &lt;a href="http://www.mariemadelinestudio.com/"&gt;Marie-Madeline Studio ,&lt;/a&gt;  where they sell homemade patterns, cute aprons, and so much more!  I have really enjoyed seeing the idea's these ladies have come up with.  Please go and see what these sisters have made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/87/F4699EA91863082187FCD83E07F6141E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-1112549154121796052?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/1112549154121796052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=1112549154121796052&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/1112549154121796052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/1112549154121796052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/07/quilt-giveaway.html' title='A Quilt Giveaway!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sm0IWGX0NqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/M84zZuvUyrA/s72-c/6a00e54f14327c8834011571446090970c-500wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-4958102112326447825</id><published>2009-07-22T08:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:47:35.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>My First Tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SmcWIS-XkZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1FJkGplF2bo/s1600-h/tag+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361278213196059026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SmcWIS-XkZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1FJkGplF2bo/s320/tag+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so since this is my first tag I wouldn't call it "annoying," but I thought this was a cute picture. Also I have something to confess... I tagged myself. I know I am supposed to be tagged by other people, but I wasn't, so I tagged myself (I found this tag on &lt;a href="http://jewelsbyjulia-lauren.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julia's Journal&lt;/a&gt;). So without further ado, I will start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite day of summer? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;, The Fourth of July probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite outdoor summer activity? Swimming! without a doubt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite indoor summer activity? Maybe sewing. But I also like to scrapbook, play the violin and piano, draw (although I am not the best artist :)), cook... and I could go on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool or beach? Pool right now because I have never been to a "real" beach (Although my parents say I went when I was three, but how am I supposed to remember that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever camped during the summer? We are going camping in August, but usually we don't camp in the summer. It's almost too hot outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle or ice cream? What flavor? Ice Cream all the way! I really like Vanilla, but I am a big fan of Cookie's and Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you help with your church's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;? Our church that we are attending decided not to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;. Instead they decided to have what we call family fun nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get bored during the summer? Not ever! There are to many things to do! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is summer your favorite season? Nope, I'm sorry, I really like spring and winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was fun! Now at the end I am supposed to tag someone, So I will tag: Whoever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/87/F4699EA91863082187FCD83E07F6141E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-4958102112326447825?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/4958102112326447825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=4958102112326447825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/4958102112326447825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/4958102112326447825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-tag.html' title='My First Tag!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SmcWIS-XkZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1FJkGplF2bo/s72-c/tag+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-5058003290617495049</id><published>2009-07-20T09:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:28:33.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Garden Gifts: Corn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SmR9ZNWUnTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Va-Lyq2-d2k/s1600-h/corn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360547328511221042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SmR9ZNWUnTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Va-Lyq2-d2k/s320/corn1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corn, corn, and more corn! Since my last post, our corn plants seamed to have decided that this was the week they wanted to give us corn. Don't get me wrong I love corn on the cob, but it's always hard to find recipe's to use it. I mean you can only eat so much corn on the cob in one day.... right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The recipe I picked for today is called "Corn and Green Bean Casserole." It is my family's favorite corn casserole that we have ever had. We eat it as a side dish in a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Corn and Green Bean Casserole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 1/2-oz. can French style green beans, drained&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 cups corn, washed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 cup shredded sharp Cheddar cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2 cup onion, chopped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 c. sour cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8-oz. can sliced water chestnuts, drained&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 3/4-oz can cream of celery soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2 c. butter, melted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 sleeve of round buttery crackers, crushed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spread green beans on of an ungreased 13"x9" baking pan; layer corn on top. In a separate bowl, mix cheese, onion, sour cream, water chestnuts and celery soup together; spread over vegetables. Combine butter and crackers; sprinkle on top. Bake at 400 degrees for 40 minutes or until golden. Serves 6.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Although this recipe only serves six, it is &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; yummy. I would suggest doubling the recipe. We have had it several times with our grand parents. Corn on the cob (of course), is very yummy by itself  but this is the best! Please comment if you have any recipe's!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/87/F4699EA91863082187FCD83E07F6141E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-5058003290617495049?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/5058003290617495049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=5058003290617495049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/5058003290617495049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/5058003290617495049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/07/garden-gifts-corn.html' title='Garden Gifts: Corn'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SmR9ZNWUnTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Va-Lyq2-d2k/s72-c/corn1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-2417191713377955484</id><published>2009-07-13T07:40:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:08:19.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Garden Gifts: Zucchini</title><content type='html'>I am going to start a new series, during summer and harvest time, called Garden Gifts. The series of posts will focus on vegetables from our garden, a different vegetable for each post. I might share a recipe, a few pictures, etc. So with that I'll start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357936893506055826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sls3N5JjbpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dlm_DrMT_os/s320/P7120033_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ashlyn with our largest zucchini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't believe July is already here, and with July comes one of the busiest times for my family and I. The time when almost all the vegetable's in our garden need to be picked, cleaned, canned, cooked and eaten. This year, we have had a great abundance of zucchini which always seems to thrive in our hot Texas weather. It has been difficult to find recipe's that use a lot of zucchini in one recipe. We have had everything from Stir-Fry and Zucchini, Zucchini Casserole, Fried Zucchini... All of these meals are wonderful, but there is one all time favorite of ours, that we make over and over again. That is Zucchini Bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zucchini Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 cups whole wheat flour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 tsp. baking soda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 tsp. cinnamon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 cup oil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 cup honey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 eggs beaten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 tsp. vanilla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 cups grated zucchini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 cup walnuts (or pecans, whichever you prefer)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sift dry ingredients together. Beat oil and honey in large bowl. Add eggs, vanilla and zucchini. Stir in sifted dry ingredients; fold in walnuts. Pour into two greased 5x9-inch loaf pans. Bake at 350 degrees for 45 to 60 minutes or until loaf tests done. Cool in pan for 10 minutes; invert onto wire rack and cool completely. Wrap and chill or freeze. May substitute melted butter for oil, sugar or molasses for honey and carrots for zucchini.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have had this recipe for breakfast and sometimes we have it for a snack. It is especially yummy if spread with butter and eaten right out of the oven. The recipe says you can substitute carrots for zucchini, but we haven't tried that yet. Carrots don't seem to grow well in our garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you have any recipe's for Zucchini, leave a comment and tell me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/87/F4699EA91863082187FCD83E07F6141E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-2417191713377955484?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/2417191713377955484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=2417191713377955484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/2417191713377955484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/2417191713377955484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/07/garden-gifts-zucchini.html' title='Garden Gifts: Zucchini'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sls3N5JjbpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dlm_DrMT_os/s72-c/P7120033_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-804198485744307023</id><published>2009-06-15T20:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:34:55.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Need for Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sjb8bjVu00I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/M_zR050mr78/s1600-h/dayoff.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347739157822100290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sjb8bjVu00I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/M_zR050mr78/s320/dayoff.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need to correct this sign. This is what it should say: "This Blogger took more than a MONTH off." There. Now that I have raved at myself....&lt;br /&gt;I want to mention a very sweet little business called &lt;a href="http://shabbyblogs.com/index.html"&gt;Shabby Blog &lt;/a&gt;. This website is a place to get very cute and "shabby" blog backgrounds, blinkie's, and more. The best thing is (drumrole please): it's all free! I have already been getting tired of my background I have on and I like to change mine often. So I decided to change it to this background. Its called "Beautiful Dreamer" and its from Shabby Blogs. Let me know what any of you think.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have been running out of ideas for posts and I was wandering what any of you thought.&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me a comment with any ideas y'all have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/87/F4699EA91863082187FCD83E07F6141E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-804198485744307023?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/804198485744307023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=804198485744307023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/804198485744307023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/804198485744307023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/06/need-for-ideas.html' title='A Need for Ideas'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Sjb8bjVu00I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/M_zR050mr78/s72-c/dayoff.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-6972126151831302491</id><published>2009-03-24T17:36:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:19:22.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Afternoon (posted a bit late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I know, I have not posted in a &lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;long time. I keep thinking about what I am going to write, start something, and I can't finish it. So, I have decided to try some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326095883800334002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SeoX_MmWzrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/x15IGqC1x3Y/s320/DSC_00062009-03-21_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have recently had the very great priveledge of having a Afternoon Tea in honor of my 13th Birthday. First of all I would like to thank my parents for putting so much work into the party.( and believe me it is a lot of work :) I will now post some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326098809146454482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SeoapeXOMdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HYbepSwtyZk/s320/DSC_00142009-03-21.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My parents and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326099844481045410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SeoblvSOU6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/lcVrIoJtoAg/s320/DSC_00082009-03-21.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Some of the delicous food, and a few decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326101145174489762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SeocxcvtOqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/oWn5EVovToM/s320/DSC_00102009-03-21.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The beautiful cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326103779280110642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SeofKxjbRDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HRJuWmH8GOo/s320/DSC_00152009-03-21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326103779287383138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SeofKxlKPGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HEYqRbtWwOE/s320/DSC_00162009-03-21.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326103785853665698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SeofLKCrwaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lZC7-un_lUY/s320/DSC_00252009-03-21.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mommy giving a brief history on the Afternoon tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326106322111508018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SeoheyVrLjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BCFtP_2TOfE/s320/DSC_00232009-03-21.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trey , the second oldest, but the oldest boy, of our home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326106877408120754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Seoh_G-tD7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Fc3WM9Rd1fM/s320/DSC_00242009-03-21.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nathan, the middle child of us children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326106318538662306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SeohelB14aI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ABNHfO90ZqM/s320/DSC_00192009-03-21.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ryan the youngest boy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326107543023242786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Seoil2ltziI/AAAAAAAAAHg/H8wGmolo-G8/s320/DSC_00222009-03-21.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me (What kind of, so called "smile" is that?), the oldest of us children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326107544970270242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/Seoil917FiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fHbmzUQGjdM/s320/DSC_00202009-03-21.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ashlyn the youngest (looking a little messy, but oh well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326110355726920306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SeolJkuh6nI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_sAbbfT3ENk/s320/DSC_01172009-03-21.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A family picture of us all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With this picture I will end. I think this is enough pictures for one post, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/87/F4699EA91863082187FCD83E07F6141E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. This is not March 24, It is April 17, 2009 at 2:20 pm.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-6972126151831302491?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/6972126151831302491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=6972126151831302491&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/6972126151831302491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/6972126151831302491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-so-sorry.html' title='A Wonderful Afternoon (posted a bit late)'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SeoX_MmWzrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/x15IGqC1x3Y/s72-c/DSC_00062009-03-21_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-2344317596130074385</id><published>2009-03-08T15:30:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:54:16.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nathan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SbQsxpQibQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yIyelH4SovA/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310919091977088258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SbQsxpQibQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yIyelH4SovA/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet younger brother is turning eight today. :) He is the funny one (he likes to be silly) of our home, always making a joke. His two front teeth are there now, this is on a camping trip last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SbQrJXS6X2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/J7XDYMuGHGE/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310917300448812898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SbQrJXS6X2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/J7XDYMuGHGE/s320/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually do this on Saturday's, but we celebrated Nathan's Birthday yesterday. Plus, we had basketball games to go to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Today: March 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2009 (usually I do this on Saturday, but I was very busy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside my window: Spring!!! *Blissful Happiness* It's sunny, a soft breeze, and birds singing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thinking: Nothing, just laughing from a joke my brother told me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for: The lovely weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the kitchen: Nothing, we just finished lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am wearing: A flowing, brown, skirt, with a short sleeve pink shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reading: Bible, The Lord Of the Rings Books, Three Musketeers, and Five Little Peppers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;series&lt;/span&gt; books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping: That we can get together with friends tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hearing: A Movie, and the soft hum of the laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around the house: Nathan Playing with one of his birthday presents, a gecko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite things: The Piano (not mine :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I accomplished since last week: Making my bed when I get up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week: Getting braces (tomorrow!), piano lessons, and a birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something special I am sharing with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310922369975698914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SbQvwcwTxeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/s7mkK-OKdrs/s320/sweet+candy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not winter, but I thought this was lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/87/F4699EA91863082187FCD83E07F6141E.png" /&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/8704131629790738338-2344317596130074385?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/2344317596130074385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=2344317596130074385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/2344317596130074385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/2344317596130074385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-nathan.html' title='Happy Birthday Nathan!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SbQsxpQibQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yIyelH4SovA/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-9069539373724049702</id><published>2009-03-06T15:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:00:27.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Giveaway...</title><content type='html'>Yes, another giveaway on one of my favorite bloggers, &lt;a href="http://joyfullyathome.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-he-must-be-giveaway.html"&gt;Joyfully at Home&lt;/a&gt;. This time, it is &lt;a href="http://voddiebaucham.org/Welcome.html"&gt;Her Father's&lt;/a&gt; new book What he Must Be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All parents want their daughters to marry godly young men. But which&lt;br /&gt;qualities, specifically, should they be looking for? What will you say when that certain young man sits down in your living room, sweaty-palmed and tongue-tied, and asks your permission to marry your daughter? What criteria should he meet before the two of them join together for life? What He Must Be… If He Wants to Marry My Daughter outlines ten qualities parents should look for in a son-in-law, including trustworthiness, a willingness to lead his family, an understanding of his wife’s role, and various spiritual leadership qualities. Author Voddie Baucham follows up on his popular book Family Driven Faith with this compelling apologetic of biblical manhood. By studying the principles outlined in his book, parents who want their daughter to marry a godly man—as well as those who want their sons to become godly men—will be well equipped to help their children look for and develop these God-honoring qualities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giveaway ends Friday, the thirteenth of March. Please stop by her blog and enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/87/F4699EA91863082187FCD83E07F6141E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-9069539373724049702?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/9069539373724049702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=9069539373724049702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/9069539373724049702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/9069539373724049702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-giveway.html' title='Another Giveaway...'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-5624395393074443663</id><published>2009-02-28T08:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:04:46.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook: Week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SalOd6BiwiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/m5LbEyMiwAE/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307859911531741730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SalOd6BiwiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/m5LbEyMiwAE/s320/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't been posting very much, and I'm sorry.  I want to start posting soon, but with school, and other things, I haven't had too much time to post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Today: February 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window: Sunny, cold and windy, and a few clouds.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking: About a song that cannot get out of my head!&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for: Blankets&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen: Biscuits, and sausage&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing: Long Blue jeans skirt, and Purple long-sleeve shirt.  With a layered knit, striped, short sleeve, sweater.&lt;br /&gt;I am reading: So Much More, Thinking Biblically, Raising Maidens of Virtue, My Bible, and any other book I pick up (I love reading!) :)&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping: that my mother and I will have a nice time tonight at the symphony we are going to.&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing: Little brother and sister running around and laughing. :) &lt;br /&gt;Around the house: Pretty clean, a few blankets scatted around.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things: My Calligraphy pen&lt;br /&gt;I accomplished since last week: Keeping my bathroom clean, cooking more, and doing Math. :)&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week: Go to church tomorrow, a little cousins birthday party,  and...write in my journal every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/87/F4699EA91863082187FCD83E07F6141E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-5624395393074443663?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/5624395393074443663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=5624395393074443663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/5624395393074443663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/5624395393074443663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-womans-daybook-week-2.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook: Week 2'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SalOd6BiwiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/m5LbEyMiwAE/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-4743761983714609645</id><published>2009-02-21T15:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T16:02:50.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>Jasmine over at &lt;a href="http://joyfullyathome.blogspot.com/2009/02/giveaway.html"&gt;Joyfully at Home&lt;/a&gt;,  is doing a giveaway for &lt;a href="http://www.visionforum.com/default.aspx"&gt;Vision Forums&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.visionforum.com/booksandmedia/productdetail.aspx?productid=12857&amp;amp;categoryid=192"&gt;True Beauty series&lt;/a&gt;!  The offer ends on February, 27, so if you want to enter, you better go now!  Sorry for all the exclamation points, but I am excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/78/DF6527AEABC8D40C4DB39BA7FBE93C30.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-4743761983714609645?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/4743761983714609645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=4743761983714609645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/4743761983714609645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/4743761983714609645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/02/giveaway.html' title='A Giveaway!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-268224830907667967</id><published>2009-02-21T15:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:55:50.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Womans Daybook: Week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SaB1YaSkvzI/AAAAAAAAADk/rdY_Od5FQt0/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305369423276982066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SaB1YaSkvzI/AAAAAAAAADk/rdY_Od5FQt0/s320/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Today: February 21&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window: Sunshine, very windy and cold.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking: I really like my blog music.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for: My family and our wonderful home (in my opinion :).&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen: Quietness, a little leftover peach cobbler.&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing: White, Long-sleeve, turtleneck with a pinkish short sleeve shirt layered over it. and Blue jeans.&lt;br /&gt;I am reading: My Bible, So Much More and Plymouth Plantation&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping: That I will be a better daughter and sister.&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing: My Blog music, my brother talking, and a fan.&lt;br /&gt;Around the house: Mostly clean.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things: My Vision Forum doll, Evangeline.&lt;br /&gt;I accomplished since last week: Keeping the house clean, and keeping our little 21 month-old cousin.&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week: Read 1 John every day, to get a long way in my science book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun I have never done it before. I wonder who started it? Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/78/DF6527AEABC8D40C4DB39BA7FBE93C30.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-268224830907667967?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/268224830907667967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=268224830907667967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/268224830907667967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/268224830907667967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-womans-daybook-week-1.html' title='Simple Womans Daybook: Week 1'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SaB1YaSkvzI/AAAAAAAAADk/rdY_Od5FQt0/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-3228675268546758592</id><published>2009-02-14T14:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:15:13.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Corinthians 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned,[&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2013;&amp;amp;version=50;#fen-NKJV-28663a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;] but have not love, it profits me nothing.4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 8 Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away. 11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known. 13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SZcsr6ajt-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/k8-lU1rGBC4/s1600-h/red-roses-photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302756219178694626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SZcsr6ajt-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/k8-lU1rGBC4/s320/red-roses-photo+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                   In Him,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                       &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristin Elizabeth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-3228675268546758592?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/3228675268546758592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=3228675268546758592&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/3228675268546758592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/3228675268546758592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRBGS-z7Pr0/SZcsr6ajt-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/k8-lU1rGBC4/s72-c/red-roses-photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704131629790738338.post-286267506870346122</id><published>2009-02-03T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:59:59.316-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>My New Blog!</title><content type='html'>After much thought, I have finally decided to start a blog!  Bear with me, as I learn abought URL's, Html's, and other things.  If anybody has &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; tips I would be happy to take them!&lt;br /&gt;  In Him,&lt;br /&gt;     Kristin Elizabeth Alexander&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8704131629790738338-286267506870346122?l=daughterofhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/feeds/286267506870346122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8704131629790738338&amp;postID=286267506870346122&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/286267506870346122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8704131629790738338/posts/default/286267506870346122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofhim.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-blog.html' title='My New Blog!'/><author><name>K.E.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124706995236494885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-253b08XEG6Q/Txm2ADZCgII/AAAAAAAABBE/1IPx-drup9M/s220/bk%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
