tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63527057141357857242024-02-23T01:47:38.412-05:00warmHarteFor we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things He planned for us long ago.....Ephesians 2:10 (NLT)sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.comBlogger290125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-30632047725867371662011-04-24T07:57:00.001-04:002011-04-24T08:00:23.896-04:00Where Am I?<a href="http://warmharte.wordpress.com/">I'm over here!!<br /></a><br /><a href="http://warmharte.wordpress.com/"></a><br /><br />Starting afresh with a new beginning!! Stop by and visit (if you care to)!!<br /><br />Bethsailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-2760844929412245552011-03-20T08:09:00.003-04:002011-03-20T08:21:23.623-04:00Home Again.....I am home again and everything is finally back in its proper place. Took quite a bit of time to clean everything....dust from sawing, sanding.<br /><br /><br /><br />But everything is back in its proper place, and I can finally sit and relax for a day.<br /><br /><br /><br />I'm joining <a href="http://mazmagi.blogspot.com/">Peggy</a> for Super Sunday with a song I love--sung at a conference I recently went to. This song speaks volumes to me. My hope is that you will sit back, enjoy, soak in His presence and feel His love for you.<br /><br />Remember to go to the bottom of the page and silence the playlist!!<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sVbJj1_fFUk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><br />Always seeking and finding more and more,<br /><br />Bethsailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-79612521268681675752011-02-06T06:56:00.004-05:002011-02-06T07:11:15.282-05:00Cleaning Up Begins....<div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">And so the reconstruction begins!!</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"></span><p></p> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">There is a huge dumpster taking up most of my driveway, and after cleaning up debris, glass, cinder blocks, ripping out what was left of walls that had been driven through....well, the dumpster is almost full!!</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"></span><p></p> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">But, progress has been made....the debris is cleared, the bathroom is completely gutted.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"></span><p></p> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">My stove, washer and dryer, refrigerator, dining room furniture are now all in my living room so that work can begin on the bathroom and kitchen. </span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"></span><p></p> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">I'm doing okay with all of this...though there are those times that I just feel overwhelmed...and then there are a few tears. </span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"></span><p></p> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">But, we are here, alive and kicking...and that is the important issue in all of this.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"></span><p></p> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">My daughter took some pictures of the progress of renovation. But, since I'm using someone else's computer, I don't have access to them. If I figure out a way to share them with you, I'll post them because it is a sight to behold!!</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"></span><p></p> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">In the meantime, I'm safe and sound at a friend's home who has made me feel completely welcome. Andrew is staying with his girl friend...and I'm not sure at this point whether he will be returning home or not. But, then again he will be 30 years old this month, and perhaps this is the time for him to move on.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"></span><p></p> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Estimated time to renovate and reconstruct--the contractor told me yesterday--maximum of 5 weeks. So, again I patiently wait.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"></span><p></p> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Beth</span></div>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-82727207867544195602011-01-30T07:17:00.002-05:002011-01-30T07:26:45.283-05:00What a Way To Start The DaySo, yes it is true!! An SUV traveling down the road crashed through the front of my house on Thursday morning!! <br /><br />Honestly, it sounded like an explosion was going off....Andrew and I both woke up (of course, we did!!) and shouted, "What was that?"<br /><br />Andrew, his bedroom being closer to the house, walked to the front of my house and shouted, "There is a car in the house!!"<br /><br />I'm not saying that the car just 'hit' the house, the car was 'in' the house--through the front outside wall, through the front room, through a cinder block wall and into the bathroom....<br /><br />There is a great deal of damage....even into the kitchen.....but, we both are safe.....and that is the most important thing. The driver of the vehicle is also uninjured, for which we are thankful.<br /><br />Insurance adjusters have come and gone....will be coming again. Hopefully, next week clean up can begin...and then major restoration is needed to be done before we can live there again. <br /><br />For now, we both have a place to live...so, thankful for so many who have offered places to stay, help in whatever way they can. <br /><br />I don't have any pictures because they are on my son's camera....but, if you're interested you can try looking on Channel 27--ABC. They were on the scene, interviewed my son.<br /><br />The angels were watching over us that early morning. There are a lot of "what if's" running through my mind, and the ones I'm not thinking of, others are. I'm trying to clear my mind of all of these because the "what ifs" are not the reality of the situation.<br /><br />Hope to be back soon--for now we both are safe and sound.<br /><br />Bethsailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-87591817419836132792011-01-25T05:34:00.004-05:002011-01-25T05:54:12.534-05:00Wait<span style="color:#000066;">I walked outside this morning with my first cup of coffee. It is dark, yet I can still see the creek below me. Part of the creek has frozen this year--it is still and unmoving--yet I know there is water moving underneath the ice. The portion of the creek that is not frozen is lazy--just barely meandering its way along. </span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><p></p><br /><span style="color:#000066;">I am still, too. God has placed this patience within me while I wait.....</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><p></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"><strong>What am I waiting on?</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000066;"><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Why am I waiting?</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000066;"><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;">I used to wonder how my mother and grandmother knew that something was going on in my life that I had not told them. Did they have some kind of special sense? Or was I acting in a certain way that let them know that all was not well?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"><p></p></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;">I've never come across the answer to the questions as to how <strong>they knew</strong>.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"><p></p></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;">But, they did....and as a mother I've often found myself in that same situation.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"><p></p></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;">And here I am again. I <strong>know, feel in the very heart of my being</strong> that something is going on with one of my children, and this adult child does not tell me.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"><p></p></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;">At first, I felt anxious about this--wondering, waiting for this child to tell me what is troubling her. Perhaps I could offer some comfort, some sage advice, help her to sort out her feelings.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"><p></p></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;">As I watched the creek this morning, yesterday morning and Sunday morning, I was filled with a sense of peace about this anxiety and wondering and know I am to wait....wait until she is ready to tell me.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"><p></p></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;">I wish I felt the freedom to just go and say to her, "What's going on?"....but, I am to wait....moving slowly along like the middle of the creek....or perhaps stand in stillness as the edges of the creek.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"><p></p></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;">Frozen--waiting--still--and <strong>all will be well says the Lord.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000066;"><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;">Beth</span></div>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-65658671973918099972011-01-24T05:07:00.005-05:002011-01-24T05:41:45.683-05:00Sometimes It's Easy....<div align="center">I'm still counting my blessings....on my way to finding joy and thankfulness....even when the hard and difficult times come.....thankful in every circumstance.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">I've found that it's not quite so difficult to find blessings when things are quiet and comfortable. But, when the storms come it is sometimes not so easy to look and see beauty in this world that I can say I am thankful for. </div><br /><div align="center"><br />That is when my journal comes into hand....looking back and seeing how God has always been faithful to me and knowing that He will remain faithful. He has never lied to me, never led me astray.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">He is not the one who changes or lies or reneges on a promise. No, He is constant.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">It is the world--sometimes me that changes and looks at this life from a view that is not God's view.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br />And, so I continue in my quest to attempt to view the world, myself and others as God does. For only He knows the total truth, the answer to every question, the ease and peace to every worry and anxiety.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><p></p></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><p></p></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565694284656936674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGJcMQ1uIsqrhAWxk4f6vCcytEgFQrTG84ASMnbJ1TII85sm1anadQJVoQ1r7HqqnSxlt2e6P838RzzQ0xFm0GxyirIGt5x4E_Q80qa8NFiXh4r-8vuC7w_eGQGw_KNUG9IvfL3hfgVwI/s400/164881_1479858967738_1571713959_30974899_3245081_n.jpg" /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565694281302077394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimWTbwk-_pI6URhtUDOt4NHGmgRdkv_SDzpZPxXkSwRa_MvI3ijF7ZbYQWSybgUZyMri2hwZR7aD8H_-fcZtPthJObCYxX1x5AbdeYQKfYvullLQZTL5rwipeHAFUUKLT48r64u7pZqwA/s400/162999_1481102358822_1571713959_30977645_7738654_n.jpg" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p align="center">#49 to 54</p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center">a granddaughter who makes me laugh and smile every time I see her--she is </p><p align="center">great joy</p><br /><p align="center"><p></p><p></p><br /><p align="center">my son who went grocery shopping for me (and bought everything on my list)</p><p align="center">because I was tired and already had enough on my "to do" list</p><br /><p align="center"><p></p><p></p><br /><p align="center">spontanteous laughter with several friends at church</p><br /><p align="center"><p></p><p></p><br /><p align="center">yarn of many colors </p><br /><p align="center"><p></p><p></p><br /><p align="center">listening prayer</p><br /><p align="center"><p></p><p></p><br /><p align="center">healing of past wounds</p><br /><p align="left"><br />Please visit <a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/">Ann</a> and perhaps you will find yourself starting to count your blessings along with her. </p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">Beth</p>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-3839553859291652922011-01-17T05:09:00.003-05:002011-01-17T05:27:02.214-05:00Book Review--Soulprint<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEievaOjgVtKA2-MdbOm7F7xYYvjbKZpvt_hBkxGx4Thhfw-hNC789zNs_FNPqlEU-69eHF46tCH4YjBk5IJrQw8GqV7uzBFeNVwZeG0OznE-jXhpVpTGbzdxFZSOp2S7d8r-Y0hsbcmE3M/s1600/coverCA5VS3L2.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563095093416793186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEievaOjgVtKA2-MdbOm7F7xYYvjbKZpvt_hBkxGx4Thhfw-hNC789zNs_FNPqlEU-69eHF46tCH4YjBk5IJrQw8GqV7uzBFeNVwZeG0OznE-jXhpVpTGbzdxFZSOp2S7d8r-Y0hsbcmE3M/s400/coverCA5VS3L2.gif" /></a> <p></p><br /><div>I recently reviewed "Soulprint--Discovering Your Divine Destiny" by Mark Batterson. </div><div><p></p></div><div>This is definitely not a "self-help" book, but rather a "self-examination" book--an examination of yourself done by God--to discover your pros and cons; where will you do best in ministry, your occupation, your life in general.</div><div><p></p></div><div>Just as God has created each of us of unique individuals, we all have had unique experiences--which lead to our "soulprint"--the place where we are truly defined by our own highs and lows of life.</div><div><p></p></div><div>This is based on the story of David--going back to the slaying of Goliath--and how God had been preparing him for this "defining moment" in his life by having him shepherd and protect the flocks of sheep.</div><div><p></p></div><div>Overall, I found this book to be interesting and of great help to me. I have always questioned whether or not I am in the "right" place--the place where God wants me to be. </div><div><p></p></div><div>There are discussion questions at the end of the book to help lead you in recognizing and determining your own defining moments, and how these times in your life have and can lead you to where you will be most effective in pursuing God's destiny for you--you, yourself--no one else.</div><div><p></p></div><div>I have always felt that I have been "stuck" where I am occupation-wise. But, through this book I have learned that it is never too late to make a change--a change in the direction that God wants me to take. </div><div><p></p></div><div>Overall, I found this book to be interesting, well written, biblically-based, and a personal challenge. I would recommend this book to anyone--whether you are in the "searching mode" or not. You never know where God wants to lead you, and this book will help you follow Him in the direction He wants you to go.</div><div><p></p></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Disclaimer: I received this book for free from Waterbrook Multnomah Publishing Group for this review. </div><div> </div><div> </div>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-54455827074926782712011-01-16T06:59:00.004-05:002011-01-16T07:12:18.580-05:00Faith<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMymySaPcvlrIusPh-36cU863Q2e57S4yd-2tPZixLhzUY3iRZiwWzCUQiM2Y9aphMjjbS1IWtXHF0WIMnqN0KHo5wuFE3j3YEQ0r90RJIQY70tZZd_H-vCIlFCxnzSrBZdWIiK7kz_v0/s1600/ephesians2_8-9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562754267285523602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMymySaPcvlrIusPh-36cU863Q2e57S4yd-2tPZixLhzUY3iRZiwWzCUQiM2Y9aphMjjbS1IWtXHF0WIMnqN0KHo5wuFE3j3YEQ0r90RJIQY70tZZd_H-vCIlFCxnzSrBZdWIiK7kz_v0/s400/ephesians2_8-9.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">Courtesy of Ben Steed, </span><a href="http://www.heartlight.org/"><span style="color:#000066;">Heartligh</span></a><span style="color:#000066;">t</span></div><p><span style="color:#000066;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000066;"></p><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">I'm joining <a href="http://mazmagi.blogspot.com/2011/01/super-sunday-2-gods-will.html">Peggy</a> today for "Super Sunday". It's very simple...just post a verse, a song, something that speaks to you.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Here's my video for today:</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGStix70S1k?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGStix70S1k?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">Have a wonderful Sunday!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;">Beth</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-58058001638065273962010-12-30T06:44:00.003-05:002010-12-30T07:01:11.721-05:00Just A Few....<span style="color:#000000;">Due to all the illnesses being passed around in my family, I did not complete nearly what I had intended to for CHRISTmas. I have all the materials needed, so I'll be working on these throughout the year, putting them away, and hopefully remembering where they are!!</span><br /><br />Here's what I did manage to finish:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhysCQ5-oZY6h63o3RgH_mN4GxHZlUSRS3sQLEIvB9KjZb6CXWmm5zylVBKqmHB7EVoulbYlSFpT7EX2WV1Lz3xuF05m2bjcAC2zUaDKoz2tC6SFCLC96YWb5F3pIUVZG-TnynMpmrHs9U/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556440160349537154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhysCQ5-oZY6h63o3RgH_mN4GxHZlUSRS3sQLEIvB9KjZb6CXWmm5zylVBKqmHB7EVoulbYlSFpT7EX2WV1Lz3xuF05m2bjcAC2zUaDKoz2tC6SFCLC96YWb5F3pIUVZG-TnynMpmrHs9U/s400/025.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">Lydia's Ladybug Mittens--</div><div align="center">which she refuses to keep on her</div><div align="center">hands!!</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi96_qUoSr70AGH3b9f6N9FJwJOMkF6QA1BekAc7Q3tL-pHez4lpDXR8zSiEDcCqDHjefEtXNrlnLyYwS9O-lIXeZtTpSx7I1DlYLsTgJcA91jC2dnRVZmzpCNKudPL8JJEtrlIOES51Os/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556440155782350530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi96_qUoSr70AGH3b9f6N9FJwJOMkF6QA1BekAc7Q3tL-pHez4lpDXR8zSiEDcCqDHjefEtXNrlnLyYwS9O-lIXeZtTpSx7I1DlYLsTgJcA91jC2dnRVZmzpCNKudPL8JJEtrlIOES51Os/s400/020.JPG" /></a> These are Lindsay's slippers before felting.</div><div align="center">I was wondering how they were ever going to</div><div align="center">shrink</div><div align="center">to a </div><div align="center">size 6 or 7!!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP1IvQ4794Ajsim_3UQh7q7xJqCznBg26PoG6eBuio7MJNWWuO-2cTe5P2g3iIfIN66P_CZWAZ0uGtM1Fxz5yT0iNR4DmiMN0YuSUUeUue2Nkb4idFWhDZ_ItYmtyiA46ahrCfCLmKq-M/s1600/028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556440149677980610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP1IvQ4794Ajsim_3UQh7q7xJqCznBg26PoG6eBuio7MJNWWuO-2cTe5P2g3iIfIN66P_CZWAZ0uGtM1Fxz5yT0iNR4DmiMN0YuSUUeUue2Nkb4idFWhDZ_ItYmtyiA46ahrCfCLmKq-M/s400/028.JPG" /></a><br />But, shrink they did!!</div><div align="center">And here are Lindsay's feet in her slippers with </div><div align="center">Cara's in the middle (minus her feet--but they do fit!!)</div><div align="center"><p></p></div><div align="left">So, there will be projects going on throughout the year--though I've decided to take a little break from presents for others and make a present for myself.</div><div align="left"><p></p></div><div align="left">I have an afghan that I made for my mother in 1976. How do I know I made this in 1976? Because she wanted something in red, white and blue to mark the bicentennial of our country. I took this afghan home with me when she passed away and have used it to keep warm on cold nights ever since. </div><div align="left"><p></p></div><div align="left">There is a big bag of yarn in my closet that is aching to be made into an afghan--so I'm going to make another one for myself. The red, white and blue afghan is getting a little worn in some places. After all, it is almost 35 years old......and I've decided that this afghan perhaps needs a little tender care and a rest. I'm not putting it away in a dark corner....just a rest in a quiet place.</div><div align="left"><p></p></div><div align="left">And don't we all need a rest in a quiet place sometimes?</div><div align="left"><p></p></div><div align="left">Beth<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-28591887777485236062010-12-29T06:48:00.004-05:002010-12-29T07:15:14.337-05:00Book Review--Blind Hope<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3HSbGu2QeBOy7Zl99zDWkMO7TLqCs84h5XDRnQjbcn1_S4CCE6DMYSyUs9mPzOh3Cj042-mIRxjUclc1VEWIj86HMQWEm-iXnfynugnrNh9FRRDIjwA5IfTWxCFJEv4Y7S_OmZRkGAc/s1600/cover.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556069834534191650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3HSbGu2QeBOy7Zl99zDWkMO7TLqCs84h5XDRnQjbcn1_S4CCE6DMYSyUs9mPzOh3Cj042-mIRxjUclc1VEWIj86HMQWEm-iXnfynugnrNh9FRRDIjwA5IfTWxCFJEv4Y7S_OmZRkGAc/s400/cover.gif" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">"Blind Hope--An Unwanted Dog and the Woman She Rescued" is a true story written by Kim Meeder and Laurie Sacher. This book is a quick read, and I finished this in one evening. I found it uplifting and encouraging. It also would be a good book for teenage girls who are in the "searching for myself" stage.</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><p></p></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">The location of the story is <a href="http://www.crystalpeaksyouthranch.org/default.aspx">Crystal Peaks Youth Ranch </a>in central Oregon. This is an amazing program which rescues abused animals and pairs them with disadvantaged children--a place of healing, peace and a new life.</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><p></p></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Laurie Sacher first came to this program seeking help and later became a staff member. </span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Laurie rescues an unwanted, abused dog--an Aussie named Mia. Her first impression of Mia is "She's a wretched creature, just like me."</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><p></p></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">As the story unfolds, we find that not only does Laurie rescue Mia, but Mia rescues Laurie. You see, Mia has many health problems due to her neglect, and she is blind. But, as Mia places her trust in Laurie, learns to follow her direction and instruction, and places her hopes in Laurie's care, Laurie is pointed to her Savior, Jesus Christ, in whom she then places her own hopes, trust and care.</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><p></p></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">There are m</span><span style="color:#000099;">any glimpses into the life that Laurie and Mia created together--each trusting the other--and as Mia's trust and hopes in Laurie increase, Laurie's hopes and trust in the Lord increase. </span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><p></p></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Laurie is taught that this little dog is a creature loved and created by God.....and so is she.</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">This was a very enlightening story, and I think parts of this could be used for a devotional. I found myself going back and reading over various pages--and thinking how this story related to my own life.</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><p></p></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">One problem--now I want to rescue a dog!!</span></div><div><p></p></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">I received this book for free from Waterbrook Multnomah Publishing Group for this review.</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-87674940180065993372010-12-28T05:10:00.002-05:002010-12-28T05:29:48.440-05:00Through It All......<span style="color:#000099;">From Thanksgiving to CHRISTmas...it has been a time--</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">A time of the "itis"--sinusitis, bronchitis, gastroenteritis, diverticulitis....and that was just me!!</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">The kids and Lydia also suffered from all of these except diverticulitis....so it has been a time of rest, recuperation and not much else....</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">CHRISTmas Day itself has come and gone....but the love our Lord has lavished upon us by sending His Son so that we may experience His grace and mercy remains....</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">And His grace and mercy were evident in our CHRISTmas Day celebration...sick though we were....</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">This was the very first holiday that not one person left in anger, tears or somewhat upset with another person.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I have to say that there were words spoken that could have erupted us into our verbal battles. But, the difference is within me.....the forgiveness of one person and letting go of things from the past (a very long journey) has left me feeling the true peace of Jesus within me.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I could hear the words, see the emotions of others....and yet, all I felt was peace....not the old anxiety and anger stirring up within me....and then reacting inappropriately.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Thank you, God....for knowing and loving me...leading me all along the way. I know I have a long way to go, but You will be there for me...as You always are..</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_BXOiqo808?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_BXOiqo808?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Beth</span>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-17068265865211064522010-12-02T04:59:00.008-05:002010-12-02T05:25:15.483-05:00Lead Me With Strong Hands<p><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGE6Davndh0?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGE6Davndh0?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></p><p align="center">Please turn off the playlist at the bottom in order to hear this song....</p><p></p><p>I was driving home from a friend's last evening when this song came on the radio. As He often does, God spoke to me through the words of this song. I came home and tried to sleep, and the words kept replaying in my head...</p><p><p></p><p></p><p>Why?? I ask God "why"....</p><p><p></p><p></p><p>So many hurts and pains from my past....I think I have forgiven...totally forgiven....and then one or two words spoken by another will result in an explosion from me that is totally unrelated to the subject at hand. </p><p><p></p><p></p><p>Bring into the picture the three children--three innocents--who lived through this with me....four bombs waiting to go off, and go off they do....each in their own hurt and pain....exploding in different actions and words....but denotating upon one another until the hurts are even greater...</p><p><p></p><p></p><p>And there is one--a bystander to all of this who looks as though the four of us are out of our minds....and we are...</p><p align="center">out of our minds with</p><p align="center"><p></p><p></p><p align="center">unresolved conflict</p><p align="center"><p></p><p></p><p align="center">grief</p><p align="center"><p></p><p></p><p align="center">pain</p><p align="center"><p></p><p></p><p align="center">the unjustness</p><p align="center"><p></p><p></p><p align="center">poor choices</p><p align="center"><p></p><p></p><p align="center">lies</p><p align="center"><p></p><p></p><p align="center">lack of trust</p><p align="center"><p></p><p></p><p align="center">insecurity</p><p align="center"><p></p><p></p><p align="center"><strong>unforgiveness......</strong></p><p align="center"><p></p><p></p><p align="left">Four lives affected by one person's actions and words.....resulting in more hurts and pains because it is unresolved...</p><p align="left"><p></p><p></p><p align="left">My Father,</p><p align="left">Lead me with Your strong hands to be in the place I need to be to forgive those who have hurt me and my children. Keep me in Your love and faithfulness. Help us to forgive each other of the words spoken in frustration and anger....words that speak of the past and not the present...</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">Beth</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p></p><p></p>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-26526037313885115422010-12-01T05:20:00.003-05:002010-12-01T05:37:57.138-05:00Book Review<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjP1m4KEg1RXAu4zOcUw5pgeSWJC9Kpy9xnFjTN-mLMpZ1_aTUNBSLSTQrb6SqFYsLTaiBs2OwIjvqtrme-bnn4uCPIDHFtFzsFEVHbekxWhZlHb35-JJiVKc33dyieXSEeRPAEBnupfs/s1600/_200_360_Book_277_cover.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545656837251649986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjP1m4KEg1RXAu4zOcUw5pgeSWJC9Kpy9xnFjTN-mLMpZ1_aTUNBSLSTQrb6SqFYsLTaiBs2OwIjvqtrme-bnn4uCPIDHFtFzsFEVHbekxWhZlHb35-JJiVKc33dyieXSEeRPAEBnupfs/s400/_200_360_Book_277_cover.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I was recently received this book for review, and I have to say it is a delight and will be for many years to come.</div><div><p></p></div><div></div><div>The book itself is paperback with the paper used for the pages being thick and edged just like an "old-time" hymnal.</div><div><p></p></div><div></div><div>There are 150 songs included--music and words--with credits to the authors of each. I particularly enjoyed reading about the people who composed these songs and what inspired each of them. </div><div><p></p></div><div></div><div>There is much to be learned from this book. The inspiration that created some of the most wonderful hymns can be used still today in inspiring us to remain constant in our Lord--trusting in Him and carrying His word in music and song. </div><div><p></p></div><div></div><div>Since I am also learning to play the piano, this book will certainly be used for quite a while. Some of the hymns I remembered from my childhood. It was wonderful to read the words to these hymns--some actually evoked particular happy childhood memories.</div><div><p></p></div><div></div><div>I came across a song that I used to play and sing with a childhood friend when I was 9 years old--"This Is My Father's World". Just reading the words, hearing the music in my mind made me particularly joyful and more aware of all the God created and our enjoyment of this. </div><div><p></p></div><div></div><div>This book is a wonderful edition to anyone's book collection, particularly if you love music. </div><div></div><div></div><div><em></em></div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><br />Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze.com <http:>book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-41914140462980748352010-11-22T07:54:00.000-05:002010-11-22T07:55:25.105-05:00Ordinary Life<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SB5n0ionSOs?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SB5n0ionSOs?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-79826953370904374562010-11-02T05:15:00.002-04:002010-11-02T05:26:35.452-04:00Again??I've been several weeks without a migraine--behaving myself and drinking my water.<br /><br /></br><br />Yesterday, I had no bottled water at work, and frankly, the water out of the tap tastes somewhat like chlorine. So, I drank a vitamin water (good for you, right?) that was a flavored orange.<br /><br /></br><br />Yikes!! A raging headache began about an hour after consuming 16 ounces of this!! I talked with my daughter who informed me that "flavored water is out! It has been proven that flavored water <strong>can cause</strong> migraines!!"<br /><br /></br><br />Well, I wish I had known this before I drank it....<br /><br /></br><br />On another front:<br /><br /></br><br />I have received approximately 100 squares as a donation for the blanket project for the homeless. Someone else is knitting furiously to fill a box to mail for this. And, I've been contacted by several others who want to help. So, this is underway....no sponsorship for fundraising this year...perhaps next year when there is more time to become organized. This year will be for meeting basic needs only.<br /><br /></br><br />CHRISTmas projects are coming along--I have three hotpad/dishcloth combinations finished for Cara and Lindsay (photos later--it's too dark right now to take a picture..<br /><br /></br><br />I have the materials for Lindsay's throw pillows for her bed and also a pair of pajama pants for her. Now...just the time needed to sew these together....along with the satin pillowcases (especially since I've had the material for these for two years!!)....<br /><br /></br><br />Went to Warm Hearts Cafe on Friday evening with a friend. This is a very cozy, small cafe with live music every Friday evening. Not too big a crowd, but the music was great!!<br /><br /></br><br />Well, the migraine has abated, so I suppose I'm off to get ready for another day at work....hmmm...I'd really rather be home working on these projects...but then, who would pay for this??<br /><br />Bethsailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-68251067784663319292010-11-01T05:58:00.006-04:002010-11-01T06:16:01.967-04:00Blessings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSIG2FZbNMnFrBpY3F916PhR3UKUabYJEO59yEr5MKvQ5s77MdySEC6OuQe2qNT56J90QC4yaOAaFr4ne3Sk51CSwNQHQAL88vFQCegeRh_kxl1x0ALacZGrSoj4LKOccbyMk93qGroQ/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534521617705145250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSIG2FZbNMnFrBpY3F916PhR3UKUabYJEO59yEr5MKvQ5s77MdySEC6OuQe2qNT56J90QC4yaOAaFr4ne3Sk51CSwNQHQAL88vFQCegeRh_kxl1x0ALacZGrSoj4LKOccbyMk93qGroQ/s400/010.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-2XRq-1ClwUNm8BTzz8t3c60BCTvUO69992Id9M3wRIlZv-rE-Dz_dgI2PT0s0-UThp6KQVUxmQQZr_3bn9FnG-CIsJKk0F9ikAtPhZ-4MOlq2-01JutAfOHk_RPjmKQ8WN23AzmssHA/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534520530297113826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-2XRq-1ClwUNm8BTzz8t3c60BCTvUO69992Id9M3wRIlZv-rE-Dz_dgI2PT0s0-UThp6KQVUxmQQZr_3bn9FnG-CIsJKk0F9ikAtPhZ-4MOlq2-01JutAfOHk_RPjmKQ8WN23AzmssHA/s400/011.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEght6AIScveIr2BM7blg_8snlG8gZSt956MAC6THZUwwHqlyQG0ivCpQ30rM0PZNhRqIHVBLPlGRvPbqaZRQP62ft6Boq7yEtT6n0slroR8ALpKJfL5qNgThpX1oQc99OJenGGlQOfJXYI/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534519044023600626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEght6AIScveIr2BM7blg_8snlG8gZSt956MAC6THZUwwHqlyQG0ivCpQ30rM0PZNhRqIHVBLPlGRvPbqaZRQP62ft6Boq7yEtT6n0slroR8ALpKJfL5qNgThpX1oQc99OJenGGlQOfJXYI/s400/014.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjezu3pVbjk2CG5w_plmJgFuY-pZiPBy8Wkzby2X9L6HAWaGjwaZuQ_EYk0bDGFXI99fT1Y3ry1HIkB7e2tH8V8GDnMJmaV2Yue_57Pf-lViAmNpv-bbXVBm5d8JzKBoEQ_d7IqZrw4YIg/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534519038145443826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjezu3pVbjk2CG5w_plmJgFuY-pZiPBy8Wkzby2X9L6HAWaGjwaZuQ_EYk0bDGFXI99fT1Y3ry1HIkB7e2tH8V8GDnMJmaV2Yue_57Pf-lViAmNpv-bbXVBm5d8JzKBoEQ_d7IqZrw4YIg/s400/009.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibV6PYXOpiAEpAZvTWwop9cmMDDH8_Ptt5Tyzn6XnfXaHUyvf6zhNfuklPQf1Sh7R2lvQBXzIFwaL3tYrogvoYm62uisSK9qEnpRGK4M3YCP-rIQhIFDFGHn6HmKtLvT_7oHiwEzdlUR0/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534519032462045058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibV6PYXOpiAEpAZvTWwop9cmMDDH8_Ptt5Tyzn6XnfXaHUyvf6zhNfuklPQf1Sh7R2lvQBXzIFwaL3tYrogvoYm62uisSK9qEnpRGK4M3YCP-rIQhIFDFGHn6HmKtLvT_7oHiwEzdlUR0/s400/002.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">And so it is Monday again....already!!</div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">#42 to 48</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Roses that still bloom in October with droplets from</div><br /><div align="center">a recent rain</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Shelleen singing her heart out for</div><br /><div align="center">The LORD</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The colors of Autumn</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Time to just be me without distractions from </div><br /><div align="center">the world</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Smoke from my neighbor's chimney</div><br /><div align="center">I know he is warm</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Lydia saying "NaNa" for the first time</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Homemade cinnamon rolls</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">(Thank you, Pam!)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div></div></div></div>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-55856085699963034402010-10-29T05:42:00.004-04:002010-10-29T05:59:00.983-04:00Just Ramblin' On<span style="color:#000066;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4TMt1PnX9H83KGz2W_2CCXt7inbTRd-bnMoVxgaX79mR4YhhLZFiJt2tj8im1c-iTqMS-3_GkHmXmfst5zBTBx6poXHKQLaWdY3ienKeOOmIwT_NandnOf4wb8FKAF4-L5C7zuHP5rY/s1600/73415_1392799471305_1571713959_30819232_1347720_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533402007633037842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4TMt1PnX9H83KGz2W_2CCXt7inbTRd-bnMoVxgaX79mR4YhhLZFiJt2tj8im1c-iTqMS-3_GkHmXmfst5zBTBx6poXHKQLaWdY3ienKeOOmIwT_NandnOf4wb8FKAF4-L5C7zuHP5rY/s400/73415_1392799471305_1571713959_30819232_1347720_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEplZn02kHu0gSGMVR0ijU5K8joyA43CcUvNOlhZ0JN6g311xGZrFMmx8YBmH1CgwZUHjQxCSAn_NPnx_5GsRMjczOyK_FG5bEdqtczdfDd1eJA6W6Iw-tEHmn3tzLN5kZFPnbpBX-xLk/s1600/69802_1392805351452_1571713959_30819279_4530268_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533401558985673442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEplZn02kHu0gSGMVR0ijU5K8joyA43CcUvNOlhZ0JN6g311xGZrFMmx8YBmH1CgwZUHjQxCSAn_NPnx_5GsRMjczOyK_FG5bEdqtczdfDd1eJA6W6Iw-tEHmn3tzLN5kZFPnbpBX-xLk/s400/69802_1392805351452_1571713959_30819279_4530268_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9tf3U9CppfZfSDlGtg1KdArAkIeDoewkQDExKE9b1naqG8NcEgBbaNieSJtx5nkd3Ep09D26W3Q95yi-p74JFlwUzMadbojjehieibCAM2sEwSuNnDWF91Ne3Z5rYKYmB-nsYfWPXnB4/s1600/36082_1392804751437_1571713959_30819273_3292767_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533401553564570130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9tf3U9CppfZfSDlGtg1KdArAkIeDoewkQDExKE9b1naqG8NcEgBbaNieSJtx5nkd3Ep09D26W3Q95yi-p74JFlwUzMadbojjehieibCAM2sEwSuNnDWF91Ne3Z5rYKYmB-nsYfWPXnB4/s400/36082_1392804751437_1571713959_30819273_3292767_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidDx9dIq8veBMNb5_9WgeE46neVHZImHRdTbZ6FUPSePcscpckX5FlpJn7kna5GM7uIZPzXw8937HeW-JWVCdz0r0QuUE0F1N_sc285qtmchDGnorYL1FjkeXDqFpFK2DT9_uDMxMwHH8/s1600/74333_1392798151272_1571713959_30819221_1039759_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533401548681626402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidDx9dIq8veBMNb5_9WgeE46neVHZImHRdTbZ6FUPSePcscpckX5FlpJn7kna5GM7uIZPzXw8937HeW-JWVCdz0r0QuUE0F1N_sc285qtmchDGnorYL1FjkeXDqFpFK2DT9_uDMxMwHH8/s400/74333_1392798151272_1571713959_30819221_1039759_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Hard to believe, but Lydia is 11 months old already!! This was her first official 'Trick or Treat', and before we start any debates over the 'right' or 'wrong' of this, let me just say that this was done all in fun....no evilness intended....whatsoever!!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></br></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">And she did have fun....as much fun as an almost one year old can have....</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></br></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Actually, more fun for the adults involved than Lydia herself--who just puts up with our shenigans for our own amusement!!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></br></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">It's been a very busy week....I've only been directly home from work one evening this week....and tonight I'm going with a friend to </span><a href="http://www.oneheartministries.com/warm_hearts_cafe.htm"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Warm Hearts Cafe </span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">in Mechanicsburg to hear </span><a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/Shelleen"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Shelleen</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"> play the piano and sing....</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></br></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I've only heard one song from her CD, Rough Tracks--'Enraptured'--and I'm looking forward to hearing her in person. Who knows, maybe I'll even purchase the CD....</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></br></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The blanket project for the homeless is getting underway...and more ideas floating around in my mind as to where these blankets should be donated.....so many in need....so few workers...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></br></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Until the next time,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></br></span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Beth<br /><br /></span></div><div></div></div></div>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-77573467758704545412010-10-28T05:32:00.004-04:002010-10-28T06:07:47.994-04:00God Is Working Behind The Scenes!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">God is working in my youngest daughter!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></br></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">I don't think she realizes this, but He is!! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></br></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Last Saturday was our annual food drive through our church, and Lindsay offered to help with this...just out of the blue asked it she could help. And, I, of course, said "sure, we can use help!!"</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></br></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">And so she did--and she worked hard--making boxes, loading boxes with food, lifting boxes that none of us had the strength to carry--and she felt fulfilled by serving others.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">On the way home, she told me how she 'loved' doing this!! But, she does not see why she has to go to church. I explained to her about community--"we need each other--one person certainly couldn't do this on their own...." I purposely kept things simple because she is a "professed nonbeliever", and while I could see God working in her for His good and intended purposes on that day, she would not see this in herself.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></br></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">The next day, I told her that everyone together--working together in several different areas of our local region--were able to collect approximately 600 boxes of food to donate to the local food bank. She was astounded!! </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><br /></br></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Then I was astounded!! She asked me what else she could do!! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><br /></br></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">I checked out our churches' website...found other serving opportunities...sent her an email with the links...with a message asking her if she would interested in either of these.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></br></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">This morning, I received an email from her.....she wants to do two of the serving opportunities...and not only this....but my older daughter, Cara, is wanting to help also....and Lindsay enlisted the help of two of her friends!!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></br></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">I am smiling....God is working in both my daughters....two friends of theirs....and they don't even realize it!! But, the importance of this....they will realize it. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></br></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">One of the serving needs is </span><a href="http://www.helpinghandsministries.org/who-we-are"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Helping Hands, </span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">helping to serve a meal to the homeless. She has a servant's heart and just doesn't know it yet!! And when she does, watch out!! This girl can be tireless in her energy and devotion....once she knows where it is directed.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></br></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000066;">And so, today, I thank You, God, for using both my girls and their friends to help those less fortunate than themselves. Thank You for using this opportunity to help open their eyes to Your love for each and every one of us.....regardless of our past, our present circumstances....and I ask that their serving others will lead them to You for Your wonderful and intended purposes for them.</span> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><br /></br></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Beth</span></div><div align="left"></div>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-4215857642959329652010-10-27T05:00:00.004-04:002010-10-27T05:28:35.924-04:00Book Review<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnBh3igkmaDDlwEibFjuvwz4yTTHBTkgz2KIzvlLKEOz-XYZ9do4mv6zrFOs8y36Wu3k2Nu043HvlaEowbwm9QbVPlt_YVHPgnN9sNSFdqF7-9frKUb9YH_XX1J50tHyjEFaW6k-zKEfE/s1600/_200_360_Book_263_cover.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532649409954076402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnBh3igkmaDDlwEibFjuvwz4yTTHBTkgz2KIzvlLKEOz-XYZ9do4mv6zrFOs8y36Wu3k2Nu043HvlaEowbwm9QbVPlt_YVHPgnN9sNSFdqF7-9frKUb9YH_XX1J50tHyjEFaW6k-zKEfE/s400/_200_360_Book_263_cover.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The Gospel According To Jesus--A Faith That Restores All Things by Chris Seay is not at all what I expected this book to be.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I was excited to be able to review this book thinking that this was going to be more of a Bible written from the perspective of Jesus. In a way, it is.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The author has written nine chapters of what he considers to be the downfall of the Christian church today. In all of the instances he has cited, I do agree with him. He states that the Christian church today is falling back into the legalistic theories of the Pharisees rather than the service and true gospel of Jesus. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I am usually a fast reader, and this book was a slow read--not because it is not interesting or informative--there is just a lot of meat to grasp onto and take into account.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The fact that Jesus was drawn to the broken and that we, as Christians in the world today, tend to avoid the broken made a great impact upon me. I can see where the majority of the Christian church of today has drifted from the original church after Jesus' resurrection. I can also see where many improvements in our society today need to be made in order to return to the true gospel of Jesus. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Overall, I would recommend this book if you are needing to change your perspective of exactly what Jesus came to do in this world</span>. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze.com <http:>book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 </span>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-77199404168383061812010-10-26T05:06:00.004-04:002010-10-26T05:40:19.941-04:00Freshly Fallen Snow<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">How many times must I put myself through an inner mind battle before I realize that this is not the way God wants me to live?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">How can an innocent word spoken by another trigger reactions and thoughts that will run through my mind--around and around they go--until I feel consumed by the negative and not the positive?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">I have had many things occur in my life (from childhood to the present) which have been hurtful, harmful, damaging to me--and my children. I've come to realize that the only person I can change is me. As much as I may pray and wish my children would come to the same realization, they need to do this for themselves. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">I've been on a journey these past few months--a forgiveness journey. I've taken several steps forward, a few steps back......</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">And then last night my Home Group met. We are doing a series called "Life's Healing Choices" by John Baker. The study itself is taught by Rick Warren of Saddleback Church in Southern California.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">I had reviewed the DVD by Pastor Rick twice before the meeting. But, as I watched this with the members of the group last night, I realized that I had somehow missed an important point.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect....Romans 12:2 (NASB)</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">Renew my mind!! Take out the garbage that is filling my mind and replace it with God's Word.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">I know that I have "tried" Scripture memorization before, and I have failed. But, I want my mind renewed, and more importantly, God wants my mind renewed. He does not want my mind cluttered with events and memories of the past which He has already forgiven. I am the one who is allowing these thoughts to pervade my mind and my life.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">How? By giving satan the access to my thought patterns way too easily!! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">Again I am going to start memorizing Scripture--filling my mind with God's Word--promises from God--replacing the words from the past with the Word of the present and future.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">An excellent idea Pastor Rick had was to write a verse--a promise from God directly to me (and you)--on a 3 x 5 card. On the back of the card, write how this verse applies to my life--a mind transforming process. Reading this every morning, afternoon and bedtime (and whenever needed) will place this into my mind.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Then when those thoughts start assaulting me, they will be replaced by God's Word and love for me. <em>Transformed by the renewing of my mind.....</em></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">I do not have the index cards, so a stop will be made on my way home from work today to begin this mind renewal process</span> <div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">My verse for this week:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">"No matter how deep the stain of your sins, I can take it out and make you as clean as freshly fallen snow.".....Isaiah 1:18 (LB)</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">If you'd like to join in memorizing Scripture, just let me know. We can be an encouragement to one another as we <em>renew our minds</em>.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">Beth</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-44030548709539512972010-10-25T05:35:00.008-04:002010-10-25T05:59:15.444-04:00On My Way....<span style="color:#000066;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkPeWt4fFBqIC5axB2o-vacPGiEd-Sk8ykmvCVCcJIM9N77iaTpS8ukJ0C6QBThP-pQiNP_BrTrARFg_38tgQNCFnV-l967dK2BQdGWYVnQb5ksbF_RZ7XVN8j0ClhuV7IIUVAxA6-Wg/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531916457577929058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkPeWt4fFBqIC5axB2o-vacPGiEd-Sk8ykmvCVCcJIM9N77iaTpS8ukJ0C6QBThP-pQiNP_BrTrARFg_38tgQNCFnV-l967dK2BQdGWYVnQb5ksbF_RZ7XVN8j0ClhuV7IIUVAxA6-Wg/s400/015.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531916224352485426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0LSmNs6VpNlh-PKvLg5W9gi4ulAJujw7qpcs39-6FPuHdptBR4_x900RT5b1BkgDTCqKhXSqwpM9pCHA0hR3EALvaCJ0PpRTtC19YsxQ41jgTVK36BUKuI368zZrYJOh0RGNhWODn9U/s400/013.JPG" /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531916213368187058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFPwWSuDOXBrMXBGU1ogCVgj1zN0HV9WJoIMHtyzygBm6frUxBEp68JYxcNS43W7ZAjnTuD9MiC5ElsAJv4EW8oSGo_Dpa548sNACkksApShj49e8W6aKC6Z2sfBAaDBWSPkyecmxTUg/s400/017.JPG" /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531915967315081954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75y4liBcChSzVzkJrR3c8NSg7MKR9pOvrUIwXLajRi3J7w-PNbI02YwE3Ihi0AplWV7acVySCNMZzL1CjYRj2Jba0LZ4nQfYXO5KGov7obfOX3VXJb_ra1n2XYNruUdrbtiHzPwaP_Bs/s400/014.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531915953189068002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0aPMC0xAE-kjxOejYy9pND4S7WQRIvAJ6lJYZXNaqF5lZ2Arzdhd7_Nb4UDTShzPRPIAr-En6Pt60JfgLxHjzIpwkfKldqjq3LjYru3inFyj5iHNPaumRHvWJVp6vnHx4gUuIzPYY3cQ/s400/009.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531915943402839186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnbqXNw-CuK3e6JglDP1ncnu8A_gVAWPrGfvMGHg0mF6V-zkgslcEVBSkZhkTQlTwMY-WRZW-mugTTEWvSroEaVwAn-V25XDlDnpgQo3EnSvd_1mRFo4x-JqHOkFrDF8HxG0-oFp_nbPs/s400/008.JPG" /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531915928574656066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9esjTkmvSmxZ6elkzsNYECxOHSnbdBXsoY9AGQaCHDcBPoH1G2VX730OShCJxn4kH5EKdd5McGLHyP7fzcxBzdrd_lpTzyxW6PyGaMX0GR80uNeXsLdMgLWj1HZQTAITpyKPrix_QzFA/s400/002.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5sx1xb6T1Qxowilkyw41HQNH1vhxWJ0zK1oalrl0lBVBZBk-fKBzVnCAADpEMPHVIczRBhDBqLMEPn0-MBmYptoT-GXhTfJTJfEocuUQuY2SUqZbkZJD5bhWqUXg_kMEpIsK_a8YNo8/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531915917661805858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5sx1xb6T1Qxowilkyw41HQNH1vhxWJ0zK1oalrl0lBVBZBk-fKBzVnCAADpEMPHVIczRBhDBqLMEPn0-MBmYptoT-GXhTfJTJfEocuUQuY2SUqZbkZJD5bhWqUXg_kMEpIsK_a8YNo8/s400/001.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Monday to Monday---</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">All I can say is that this has been a rough, long week. I cannot believe that it is Monday morning again....amongst the trials, busyness and yes....some laughter thrown in for relief....there are still blessings and thankfulness to be counted upon:</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">#34 to 41</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">clouds just before sunset with colors splashed through</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">fallen leaves upon the deck</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">a tree near my work with glorious autumn tuning</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">the very first shipment of squares for the homeless project</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">three children who love and support one who has done them</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">much harm</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">being able to pray for someone who has caused me much</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">hurt</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">playing an entire song on the piano with no mistakes</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">people gathering together to help those less</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">fortunate than themselves--and doing so with</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">joy</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;">Have a wonderful day--and remember to be aware of the blessings that come your way throughout your journeys.....</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;">Beth</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-83687469205796838452010-10-11T05:00:00.003-04:002010-10-11T05:15:10.867-04:00Still Counting......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKwmLoVzkLtovrXCH5Dgx_GmUGgDFqQfrC5Fcs6Xhrtez3tOJ4xwGpzLt1LhnHlB4_lq_Wx9WOcXg-67lf1ImKk8hWnlY7C-i04lCELfJmP2TU2idkuUKJGHGD3pjyMfNsgeMDyDZq9S4/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526547438017596754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC0JE9HIyaZB1O36pN6kJCbUEKmyVFzCe0U8WDwx0cuXhQjR-uUBpSAZBCMl9PaNcw2cwwjbA8EEfo3jtsKsrJnlRv846MEoTuAOFw5QJdot3H4AqhT3jHlZii05WDESs0HiwgiEY6Y1o/s400/009.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWW3rQ6skPRN9PrDkIFrhSsmBDNtetTpl4V-12ys_PFVg4G9rxkXZz5MBph_P2jOwa7xlVEIsZr2p_ntwVtE-iUkg-alS50kM3wHt_kvPoyuU_HH094biTsz0Zwk6T8HfHzLfk2BTfT90/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526547260633532114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWW3rQ6skPRN9PrDkIFrhSsmBDNtetTpl4V-12ys_PFVg4G9rxkXZz5MBph_P2jOwa7xlVEIsZr2p_ntwVtE-iUkg-alS50kM3wHt_kvPoyuU_HH094biTsz0Zwk6T8HfHzLfk2BTfT90/s400/001.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#003300;">#26 The pleasure of a home that I thought I would never have again</span></div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">#27 The joy of spending two days with my daughter and granddaughter and having meaningful</span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;">conversations</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">#28 Fall decorations</span></div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">#29 Red, yellow, orange and green leaves floating lazily down the creek</span></div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">#30 Mums of many types and colors......and the joy of sharing one of these with others</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">#31 Peace in my heart and mind </span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;">#32 The smell of simmering potpourri filling my kitchen</span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;">#33 Sleeping through the night without awakening with thoughts that don't belong in my</span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;">mind</span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;">Beth</span></div><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div></div><center><a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/"><img title="holy experience" alt="holy experience" src="http://i534.photobucket.com/albums/ee349/GDest07/ann%20voskamp/mondaybutton2.png" /></a></center>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-91438222036327660482010-10-09T11:50:00.003-04:002010-10-09T12:12:29.107-04:00You're Beautiful<center><a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/then-sings-my-soul-saturdays-inaugural.html"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRB6Seo6Ou-ZpxC-Xhjn1f4dJeSwFqN9e9v0jc9qsqoyOADso1McarNXEsCIyBBBChXGajJQLFBB14xcgLxOCMqmCtrWHhxyJ_VsJ60hkEIEte-_iN-qbK7e6SAc4clVKfAd8hy4wyiWo/s200/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" /></a></center><center></center><center></center><center></center><center></center><div align="left">I have heard this song on the radio every day for the past week on my way to somewhere. This morning I was on my way home from the grocery store, and the lyrics finally made their way into my heart....rather than just my brain.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><br /><br />(Please pause the music at the bottom of the page so this won't disturb your listening to the song)<br /><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hth7GzAoXos?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hth7GzAoXos?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></p><p></p><p align="center">Don't be concerned about the outward beauty that depends on fancy hairstyles, expensive jewelry or beautiful clothes. You should be known for the beauty that comes from within, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is so precious to God....1 Peter 3:3-4 (NLT)</p><p align="center">But the LORD said to Samuel, "Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man look at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.".....1 Samuel 16:7 (NIV)</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Yes, this will be my song for those days when I am being attacked by the "just not rights".....</p><p align="center"></p><p align="left">Beth</p><p align="center"></p>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-30523804481125663352010-10-08T06:20:00.006-04:002010-10-08T06:49:39.475-04:00Tiny Stitches In My Mind<div align="center"><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Today is the "official" last day of my 'stacation'. I'm not counting the weekends because I always have them anyway....</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">I've been working (some) on Lydia's CHRISTmas stocking, and I know that I have promised pictures...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">So, here it is:<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000066;">This is what the finished stocking will look like:</span><br /></span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525619830460777570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJoMaIEEXdTh1hAKvUnuMCoZJ3ihRV9IJTaRQYtXCtYrftsOpRwH8YtBfveHolvc7NxOjHw0syvH6qOFFjL8JOigNQbrEazicb8FLl_L_UgydNqGPgH-UAMhXISKjdEoLSpDbI9HTzd0w/s400/K8751.jpg" /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Picture from </span><a href="http://www.123stitch.com/cgi-perl/itemdetail.pl?item=K8751"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">1-2-3 Stitch</span></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">And this is how far I've come:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525619830590545522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifJCVSVo4C9oHTWHBgQN6JQKoCakv2PXyaX5qM-PYsRjf7nHWxUAgm8DB3DzbfcSR4i4XPr0cM5L0BYhrsChPYg8nbnWTmGCZyQLR_BE063e8MBh9leL9GWz5S84UbWsA0UR8fW4Zn7wE/s400/008.JPG" /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">As you can see, I have a lot to complete here. But, looking at what I've accomplished so far and what is to come, I know that this will be finished for this year's CHRISTmas. I have a tendency to get bored with working with a particular color and jump around to this area and that area. 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In doing the closet, I found the material that I bought in July of 2008 to make those satin pillowcases for my daughters!! Now, that is pretty sad....I've had this for over two years....just sitting there....and it's a matter of a few seams and they will be done!! So, this is now out and in my view as an incentive to complete these.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">As an added bonus, I found that I had also at that time purchased a pattern which has throw pillows for your bed--in addition to several other bedroom decorating items. Now, all I need is the material for Lindsay's throw pillows for her bed along with the initiative to do this.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000066;">Cara and I are going today to pick out a pumpkin for Lydia...perhaps I'll talk her into going to the fabric store and helping me pick out some fabric for Lindsay's pillows</span>. <span style="color:#000066;">This shouldn't require too much proding on my part....she's always excited to go anywhere!!</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">I'm looking at the CHRISTmas counter....I'd better get going!!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Beth<br /></span><br /></div><div align="center"></div>sailorcrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378552999540084798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352705714135785724.post-17496937263729225872010-10-06T09:13:00.005-04:002010-10-06T10:01:39.624-04:00Road Trip<div align="center">
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">I am on a week's 'stacation' this week. I have to say that I am thoroughly enjoying this....some people are not happy that I am on 'stacation'. But, I have worked, earned this time off, and I suppose it is something they will have to live with...</span>
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<br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">So, Cara, Lydia and I took a road trip yesterday. First, we went out to breakfast--to the Soda Jerk in Hummelstown. This is one of my favorite breakfast restaurants.</span>
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<br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">Lydia was excited to be out and about in the car with her mom and Gram!!</span></div>
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<br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">And yes, she is getting so big!!</span></div>
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<br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">I am hungry!! When is breakfast coming??</span></div>
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<br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#000066;">This little one had bits of pancake, egg, mushroom, apples and just about anything else that came her way.</span></div>
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<br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">When we were leaving the restaurant, the truck parked beside us had these cars--glued, I suppose--to both sides of the running board. I felt it was unusual enough to warrant a picture</span>.</div>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">We were actually going to the outlets in Hershey to look for a winter coat for Lydia. The antique auto show was going on at Hersheypark, and we passed this on our way to the outlets. Yes, there is a piece of a front end of a car in the back of this truck. This looked very funny when driving behind this vehicle....another picture opportunity that Cara had to take advantage of. </span></div>
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<br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">After much searching, we finally found a coat for Lydia for the coming winter season. A good buy....over 50% off....</span></div><span style="color:#000066;"></span>
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<br /><span style="color:#000066;">This morning I finished the bear I was working on to send to children who have been taken from their homes for their own safety. This one is very special because he plays the piano!!</span>
<br /></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#000066;">What am I going to do today? I suppose I'll find something to do......whatever it is, it will be filled with the love of God!!</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#000066;">Beth</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000066;"></p>
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