<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:02:32.046-04:00</updated><category term='kiss'/><category term='ocean'/><category term='Australia'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Romania'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='China'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Thailand'/><category term='lighthouse'/><title type='text'>God's gracious gifts</title><subtitle type='html'>A place to share the goodness of God in our lives</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-2020993172997351875</id><published>2010-06-05T14:08:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T20:17:20.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Protection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;John and I awoke to a huge bang and loud crack. We looked out our cabin window and saw a huge pine tree crash to the ground. The cabin filled with smoke. We got out of the loft, fearful our cabin was about to burn to the ground. I told John to grab our baby's clothes and I grabbed a photo album from our honeymoon. (I completely forgot about my camera sitting on the floor!) With the storm still ranging around us, we fled to my parent's house.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through time and measuring, we have discovered how graciously God spared us. The 80 foot pine tree struck by lightening, was only 45 feet from our cabin. Instead of falling toward us, it fell away from our cabin. The electricity then followed a jagged 52 foot trail to our cabin, blowing dirt and forest covering 10 feet high into the trees above and hitting our bedroom window. It then sailed up some downhill skis John had resting against the cabin and into a screw on our cabin's exterior. From there, it came inside, melted a screw, and blacked the wall where an extension cord was. Our microwave and toaster were plugged into that extension cord. That is where the smoke came from. Unbelievably, our microwave, toaster, fridge... actually everything plugged in still works!!! The only lights that don't work are our LED Christmas lights we had on the outside of our cabin.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The electricity moved from our cabin to my parent's house, throwing two 100 amp breakers. So far, the only things discovered to not work are: my mom's computer (which has been giving her grief), the Internet router, and two cordless phones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;The Tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/TAqYqqDWB-I/AAAAAAAABQA/dI9o8XUOnXI/s1600/disaster-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479359755259873250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/TAqYqqDWB-I/AAAAAAAABQA/dI9o8XUOnXI/s320/disaster-1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John on his cell with a *Smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/TAqYX0MS-yI/AAAAAAAABP4/ysfUEa9XvI8/s1600/Optomist-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479359431564262178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/TAqYX0MS-yI/AAAAAAAABP4/ysfUEa9XvI8/s320/Optomist-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tape measure follows the lightening path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/TAqXzBK8JYI/AAAAAAAABPw/TyeHIyptOA8/s1600/The+Path-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479358799393072514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/TAqXzBK8JYI/AAAAAAAABPw/TyeHIyptOA8/s320/The+Path-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damage to the cabin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/TAqXUEjwBdI/AAAAAAAABPo/ERb5ZQjKII4/s1600/Cabin+heat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479358267726497234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/TAqXUEjwBdI/AAAAAAAABPo/ERb5ZQjKII4/s320/Cabin+heat.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-2020993172997351875?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/2020993172997351875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2010/06/gift-of-protection.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/2020993172997351875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/2020993172997351875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2010/06/gift-of-protection.html' title='The Gift of Protection'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/TAqYqqDWB-I/AAAAAAAABQA/dI9o8XUOnXI/s72-c/disaster-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-7933907598065960856</id><published>2010-04-13T16:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:18:09.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been posting so much on my pregnancy site: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.GodsKnittingProject.blogspot.com"&gt;www.GodsKnittingProject.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; that I've fully neglected this blog.  Every day is a gracious gift from God.  Our tiny miracle is continuing to grow, my nausea is getting better (ever so slowly), and I am married to The Most Wonderful Man in the World!!!  Marriage with John just gets better all the time.  I am so grateful for the opportunity to share life together with him :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are of course things that are stressful--our money tree refuses to sprout large bills (he,he) but God continues to provide for our needs and even many of our wants.  I am continually amazed by the Goodness of God to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with love &amp;amp; hope ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/S8TN_2gSazI/AAAAAAAABOQ/N8FMfwm5Klw/s320/2nd+Honneymoon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-7933907598065960856?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/7933907598065960856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/7933907598065960856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/7933907598065960856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-today.html' title='The Gift of Today'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/S8TN_2gSazI/AAAAAAAABOQ/N8FMfwm5Klw/s72-c/2nd+Honneymoon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-6082068157389684397</id><published>2010-03-01T10:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:59:34.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of warmth and safety</title><content type='html'>We had an impressive storm Thursday. The rain fell in sheets and turned roads into rivers. The wind broke trees and downed lines. In one place, a gust was recorded to reach 90 mph! We heard stories of trees doing great damage to houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, we lost our electricity. It didn't return until late Monday morning. Kind of nice to have everything so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved in with my parents since we didn't have any source of heat. Mom turned out amazing meals using the wood stove. Their back porch turned into a walk in refrigerator. John figured out how to hook up his generator. He used it to keep the frozen foods frozen, pumped up water when we need it, and got the boiler running so people could take showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling quite nauseated so I didn't get a lot of pictures but here is a sampling of the storm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443683184753689650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/S4vZA8ECxDI/AAAAAAAABNk/YoJVrQFVyb4/s400/2010-02-27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-6082068157389684397?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/6082068157389684397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2010/03/gift-of-warmth-and-safety.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/6082068157389684397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/6082068157389684397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2010/03/gift-of-warmth-and-safety.html' title='The Gift of warmth and safety'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/S4vZA8ECxDI/AAAAAAAABNk/YoJVrQFVyb4/s72-c/2010-02-27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-5597530021553539630</id><published>2010-01-28T13:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:43:22.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>The Gift of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is the day I turn the BIG three-OH! How old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really liked my 20's. It was the decade of travel with so many good memories: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romania:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with street children&lt;br /&gt;Visited the homeless&lt;br /&gt;Made precious friendships&lt;br /&gt;Waded in the Black Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thailand:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a boa constrictor&lt;br /&gt;Got an elephant massage&lt;br /&gt;Lived with a Thai family&lt;br /&gt;Wore a lotus necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Australia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listened to a Kookaburra in the wild&lt;br /&gt;Smelled Gum trees&lt;br /&gt;Saw Kangaroos in the wild&lt;br /&gt;Looked up at night to see the Southern Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;China:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Beijing, Chengdu, and Urumqi&lt;br /&gt;Walked on the Great Wall&lt;br /&gt;Ate monkey brain (bleck)&lt;br /&gt;Almost got left behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the traveling stopped, the adventures did not! I turned 28 on the 28th of 2008. At the end of that year, on November 28th, I married my best friend--what a Delight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about this new decade... Last week, John and I discovered that God gave me an early birthday present: a &lt;strong&gt;BABY&lt;/strong&gt;! Lord willing, we will welcome our Precious Little One sometime in early October :-* I am Very Excited about this new decade!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I started a strictly pregnancy/delivery/baby site: &lt;a href="http://www.godsknittingproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.godsknittingproject.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-5597530021553539630?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/5597530021553539630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2010/01/gift-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5597530021553539630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5597530021553539630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2010/01/gift-of-life.html' title='The Gift of Life'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-3569085322976019438</id><published>2010-01-25T14:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:29:39.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lighthouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><title type='text'>The Gift of Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/S13weGc4O6I/AAAAAAAABMM/XYkSTGL-Alk/s1600-h/Nubble+Light.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430761125597166498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/S13weGc4O6I/AAAAAAAABMM/XYkSTGL-Alk/s400/Nubble+Light.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/S13wXCyh8-I/AAAAAAAABME/6Vo-cVjP2m8/s1600-h/Dark+and+rainy+night.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430761004355154914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/S13wXCyh8-I/AAAAAAAABME/6Vo-cVjP2m8/s400/Dark+and+rainy+night.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/S13wLkPBP_I/AAAAAAAABL8/Xy_M-UnIKHY/s1600-h/Love+light.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430760807174586354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/S13wLkPBP_I/AAAAAAAABL8/Xy_M-UnIKHY/s400/Love+light.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-3569085322976019438?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/3569085322976019438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2010/01/gift-of-friendship.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/3569085322976019438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/3569085322976019438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2010/01/gift-of-friendship.html' title='The Gift of Friendship'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/S13weGc4O6I/AAAAAAAABMM/XYkSTGL-Alk/s72-c/Nubble+Light.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-5144351279556456099</id><published>2010-01-23T12:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T12:49:13.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Mentors</title><content type='html'>My family has been an encouragement, blessing, and inspiration to me. What began with my mother and sisters, has been continued by countless women around the world, both known and unknown. They have taught me what it means to be a woman by their example. The richest nuggets have come from those with a deep and lasting relationship with Jesus. Their friendship has been a priceless gift! With these jewels on my heart these words came to my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We are the Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are the daughters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free from the world's expectations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope-filled, Diligent, Pure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desiring to reflect Jesus in all things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are the wives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In love with our husbands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Helpful, Respectful, Alluring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delighted to share life together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are the mothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenderly nurturing our children&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy, Unselfish, Patient&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preparing our darlings to launch out on their own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are the Grandmothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surrounded by admiring grandchildren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wise, Thankful, Content&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeking to encourage generations of faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are the women&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smiling at the future&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Industrious, Knowledgeable, Teachable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confident God will complete the good work He has begun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-5144351279556456099?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/5144351279556456099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2010/01/gift-of-mentors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5144351279556456099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5144351279556456099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2010/01/gift-of-mentors.html' title='The Gift of Mentors'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-9066674238448077827</id><published>2010-01-11T21:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:34:48.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Work</title><content type='html'>John and I have been staying busy working on remodeling a house. The owners of the home moved south and hired John to spruce things up. After receiving permission, John gave me the opportunity to expand my skills and work there as well. I have removed baseboards (and the nails holding them in a way to protect the woodwork), removed carpet and pad, painted and primed exterior wood, and patched sheetrock. We track our progress through photographs. Here is a sample of my work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425675164858883986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/S0ve0OQSn5I/AAAAAAAABLw/ZWauphP8i7o/s400/Plourd+House+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-9066674238448077827?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/9066674238448077827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2010/01/gift-of-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/9066674238448077827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/9066674238448077827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2010/01/gift-of-work.html' title='The Gift of Work'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/S0ve0OQSn5I/AAAAAAAABLw/ZWauphP8i7o/s72-c/Plourd+House+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-5893001595402000170</id><published>2010-01-08T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:45:16.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The gift of Protection</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago this Saturday, my dad went to the basement stairs to carry down a large crock-pot full of beans.  When Dad got to the top step, his ankle gave out under him and he somersaulted down the wooden stairs to the concrete floor below.  My mom heard the crash and went to investigate.  She found her beloved moaning in a crumpled heap.  I cannot describe the physical and emotional agony they experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my patent's youthful appearance, they are no longer young. It is a miracle from God my dad survived his tumble... Even more so, that he did not sustain any broken bones!  He has bruises and sore places but no permanent damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/S0dcJo5nsTI/AAAAAAAABLo/tA59AUD-4_0/s1600-h/Dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/S0dcJo5nsTI/AAAAAAAABLo/tA59AUD-4_0/s400/Dad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424405596858724658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad has a great sense of humor.  He knows more silly songs and goofy jokes than any clown -- a constant delight to his grandchildren!  This enjoyment for life and deep faith in God is planted very deep in my dad's soul.  It is not parched by pain.  I am so grateful we have more years to celebrate together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-5893001595402000170?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/5893001595402000170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2010/01/gift-of-protection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5893001595402000170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5893001595402000170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2010/01/gift-of-protection.html' title='The gift of Protection'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/S0dcJo5nsTI/AAAAAAAABLo/tA59AUD-4_0/s72-c/Dad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-5686913272817321910</id><published>2009-12-21T12:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:04:52.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of wonder</title><content type='html'>Every year, my parents invite the whole church into their home. The only lighting is from candles and the Christmas tree. We sing Christmas Carols and anyone who wants to has the opportunity to perform a song. When the songs are over, finger food and fellowship begin. It is a beautiful night. Here is a sample:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sy-0lHfayNI/AAAAAAAABKY/i8SlSqi9EeI/s1600-h/Christmas+Candlelight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417747426508982482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sy-0lHfayNI/AAAAAAAABKY/i8SlSqi9EeI/s400/Christmas+Candlelight1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-5686913272817321910?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/5686913272817321910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/12/by-candlelight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5686913272817321910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5686913272817321910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/12/by-candlelight.html' title='The Gift of wonder'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sy-0lHfayNI/AAAAAAAABKY/i8SlSqi9EeI/s72-c/Christmas+Candlelight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-2681931144130818724</id><published>2009-12-11T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:53:14.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pioneer Life</title><content type='html'>My Mother is the ultimate pioneer woman.  She very industriously makes baskets, soap, paper, delicious and very healthy foods with total ease.  If she wants to learn about something, she reads a book (pictures are not required) and then makes it.  I am sure she would say her endeavours do not always come out perfect but I have my doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the economy is slow, our finances do not list us as millionaires, and I no longer have a vehicle to continue my work as a caregiver, I have purposed to learn from my mother and others how to a) stretch each dollar and b) how to create amazing things to sell (without lots of funds into supplies.)  This is something of an uphill battle as I am not my mother and most of things needed to fulfill the above requirements are not in my current list of skills.  So, I invite you to journey with me as I learn :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-2681931144130818724?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/2681931144130818724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/12/pioneer-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/2681931144130818724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/2681931144130818724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/12/pioneer-life.html' title='The Pioneer Life'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-8157537948357079356</id><published>2009-12-02T21:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:20:28.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-eVerLasTing-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For His lovingkindness is everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Give thanks to the God of gods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For His lovingkindness is everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Give thanks to the Lord of lords,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For His lovingkindness is everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Him who alone does great wonders,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For His lovingkindness is everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Him who made the heavens with skill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For His lovingkindness is everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Psalm 136:1-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410821952470054114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SxcZ5ePc9OI/AAAAAAAABDM/mouDVEY3yok/s400/DSC_0019-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-8157537948357079356?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/8157537948357079356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/12/everlasting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/8157537948357079356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/8157537948357079356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/12/everlasting.html' title='-eVerLasTing-'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SxcZ5ePc9OI/AAAAAAAABDM/mouDVEY3yok/s72-c/DSC_0019-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-3163620905308891848</id><published>2009-12-01T21:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:54:41.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410474384623785890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SxXdyXHZ16I/AAAAAAAABC0/r5WKxmhsPmo/s400/wedding+love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;November 28, 2008, (Our Wedding Day) I promised to Honor + Respect John.  One year [and a few days later], I realize I have so very much to learn about how to live this out but, oh the ways John Loves + Cherish's me! The delights of his love is unending!  I never have a need to question his commitment to me or to our marriage.  I am SO GRATEFUL for the BLESSING of marriage to John!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we said our vows, we didn't know the pain we would walk through in losing our first born, the challenges with my health, or the dry financial times.  But I praise Jesus, that He brought us closer together through the pain.  Our love continues to grow stronger and deeper and I am so excited about spending the rest of my life with John! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is not a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;To come and go as we please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a house we enter in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then commit to never leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;So lock the door behind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Throw away the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll work it out together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let it bring us to our knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is a shelter in a raging storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is peace in the middle of a war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;And if we try to leave, may God send angels to guard the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, love is not a fight - but it's something worth fighting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Warren Barfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-3163620905308891848?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/3163620905308891848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-year-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/3163620905308891848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/3163620905308891848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-year-later.html' title='One Year Later'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SxXdyXHZ16I/AAAAAAAABC0/r5WKxmhsPmo/s72-c/wedding+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-5890918665882704031</id><published>2009-11-29T15:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:10:09.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SxLT60TulAI/AAAAAAAABAc/CIpztwbrAOQ/s1600/Our+Family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409619109852648450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SxLT60TulAI/AAAAAAAABAc/CIpztwbrAOQ/s400/Our+Family.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;A family is a unit comprised not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold. -Ogden Nash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-5890918665882704031?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/5890918665882704031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/11/family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5890918665882704031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5890918665882704031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/11/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SxLT60TulAI/AAAAAAAABAc/CIpztwbrAOQ/s72-c/Our+Family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-428515677383540870</id><published>2009-11-24T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:23:02.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Swy-RB4xZMI/AAAAAAAAA-c/lY4xSmI7RGw/s1600/camper+%26+shed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407906452338730178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Swy-RB4xZMI/AAAAAAAAA-c/lY4xSmI7RGw/s400/camper+%26+shed.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday, we moved our camper to it's final (as far as we know) resting spot. It is parked close to John's shed and is at the end of the driveway John has been working so hard on. (the picture only shows a tiny portion of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lovely to camp there last night. Food over a campfire tastes so much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407905738618776162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Swy9nfErKmI/AAAAAAAAA-U/0wgqdBOimUI/s400/cookin+on+a+bucket.JPG" /&gt;Tomorrow, we will (Lord willing) move to our tiny cabin! Ah, the warmth! Hopefully someday life will slow down &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ha, ha]&lt;/span&gt; and we can catch up on sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John has been swamped with things to work on, take care of, and fix up. We are very grateful to God for His gift of a deer this morning! We have been turning it into venison. I am thankful we butchered the veal first. The site around the shot is something I am Quite happy to keep my back to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Sophie -- The beautiful, furry, purry beast who has warmed our laps and our hearts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407900642883116514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Swy4-3-nneI/AAAAAAAAA-E/m2FfhtUSnR4/s400/Sophie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Despite my multiple attempts to take her picture, she refused to be photogenic, so John got some meat to tempt her with. She finally laid still and opened her eyes! [She will not be traveling with us.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-428515677383540870?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/428515677383540870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/428515677383540870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/428515677383540870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Swy-RB4xZMI/AAAAAAAAA-c/lY4xSmI7RGw/s72-c/camper+%26+shed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-3414498319952947716</id><published>2009-11-16T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:17:05.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>miscellany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- We have a date of return to our tiny cabin!  I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am So Excited about spending time with my family this winter (all 27 of them)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- John has been working so hard to get everything finished.  This week he plans to: finish and fill the shed, tune 2 pianos, work on the truck, move honey into buckets, winterize both the camper and his motorcycle, and hunt [in addition to various other projects].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We have been adopted by a cat.  She leaves mouse heads and other small body parts at our door but, she does make a very nice lap heater and is so grateful for every bit of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have been taking fish oil daily (disgusting stuff) and I really think it has helped with energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-3414498319952947716?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/3414498319952947716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/11/miscellany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/3414498319952947716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/3414498319952947716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/11/miscellany.html' title='miscellany'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-2850197828835489999</id><published>2009-11-06T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:47:06.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I married the Most Wonderful Man in the World!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SvRSpb7KXHI/AAAAAAAAA98/6mUVbModhWg/s1600-h/November+5+snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401032724948081778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SvRSpb7KXHI/AAAAAAAAA98/6mUVbModhWg/s400/November+5+snow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-2850197828835489999?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/2850197828835489999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/2850197828835489999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/2850197828835489999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SvRSpb7KXHI/AAAAAAAAA98/6mUVbModhWg/s72-c/November+5+snow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-4888240686613485676</id><published>2009-11-03T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:42:16.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating Veal</title><content type='html'>Butchering isn't so bad. It is definitely a mind over matter thing. If someone wanted to get grossed out, it certainly provides opportunities to do so, but it was much better than I expected. I thought there would be copious amounts of blood and a horrible stench. This proved to be untrue (except for the liver - it was slimy too!). Instead of being disgusted by it all, I was fascinated by the layers of muscles and all the "stuff "that holds it all together. The bones were massive! I think one of the best proofs of God's design is the way He made our joints! WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's sisters amaze me. Anna is a master butcher. When she looks at a hunk of beef, she is able to quickly determine where to cut so as to get the most meat off the bone. (Much harder than it sounds!) She is very familiar with the different cuts and knows which cut is best for steak, roast, or hamburg. I spent most of the time holding the hunk steady for her, happy to assist progress. Gloria is our master sealer of the meat. She knows the way to remove air and keep the meat fresh. I do not believe that Gloria only has two hands. Watching them fly around and hold everything together... I'm quite sure I saw at least four!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 3 out of 4 carcases are prepared and in the freezer. We did not get as much veal as we hoped. Next year we plan to start our calves earlier with better nutrition throughout their growing cycle. This certainly isn't the cheapest way to get meat, but it is great to know it came from healthy, hormone-free calves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-4888240686613485676?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/4888240686613485676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/11/creating-veal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/4888240686613485676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/4888240686613485676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/11/creating-veal.html' title='Creating Veal'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-3912970079802430539</id><published>2009-11-02T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:12:57.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few favorite poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The fog comes&lt;br /&gt;on little cat feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sits looking&lt;br /&gt;over harbor and city&lt;br /&gt;on silent haunches&lt;br /&gt;and then moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Carl Sandburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Somerset Farmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said,&lt;br /&gt;It is good to live in the country,&lt;br /&gt;To have a small cottage in a big green field,&lt;br /&gt;A neat little garden inside a gateway,&lt;br /&gt;To see how much you can make it yield;&lt;br /&gt;To have dusty chickens and a spotted calf&lt;br /&gt;And a good stout cow with a silky skin,&lt;br /&gt;This, I suppose, is better by half&lt;br /&gt;Than the winning of much men die to win?&lt;br /&gt;The Somerset Farmer rubbed his head&lt;br /&gt;And smiled at me.  "Oh-ay," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said again,&lt;br /&gt;It is good to be friendly,&lt;br /&gt;To have a small door where neighbors knock,&lt;br /&gt;To get up early and work while you listen&lt;br /&gt;To a cuckoo singing as well as a clock;&lt;br /&gt;And to lie down when the West is ruddy&lt;br /&gt;With hardly a thought that is not kind;&lt;br /&gt;With the earth to con and sky to study&lt;br /&gt;A man need never be dull of mind?&lt;br /&gt;The Somerset Farmer nodded at me&lt;br /&gt;And smiled again, "Oh-ay," said he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said,&lt;br /&gt;It is good to have young things near you,&lt;br /&gt;Children to play with, children to hold;&lt;br /&gt;To hear them laughing; to have them near you&lt;br /&gt;Calling to them as you grow old;&lt;br /&gt;To know that you have a part in the ages&lt;br /&gt;Through all to-morrows, though silently,&lt;br /&gt;Immortal as singers and saints and sages&lt;br /&gt;While youth buds out on the ancient tree --&lt;br /&gt;The Somerset Man looked out at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Solemn and soft he said, "Oh-ay,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Marguerite Wilkinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Old Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; As a white candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; In a holy place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So is the beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Of an aged face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; As the spent radiance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Of the winter sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So is a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; With her travail done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Her brood gone from her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And her thoughts as still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; As the waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Under a ruined mill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Joseph Campbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Like Barely Bending"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like barley bending&lt;br /&gt;In low fields by the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Singing in hard wind&lt;br /&gt;Ceaselessly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like barley bending&lt;br /&gt;And rising again,&lt;br /&gt;So would I, unbroken,&lt;br /&gt;Rise from pain;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So would I softly,&lt;br /&gt;Day long, night long,&lt;br /&gt;Change my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Into song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Sara Teasdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sic Vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heart free, hand free,&lt;br /&gt;Blue above, brown under,&lt;br /&gt;All the world to me&lt;br /&gt;Is a place of wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Sun shine, moon shine,&lt;br /&gt;Stars, and winds a-blowing,&lt;br /&gt;All into this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Flowing, flowing, flowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind free, step free,&lt;br /&gt;Days to follow after,&lt;br /&gt;Joys of life sold to me&lt;br /&gt;For the price of laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Girl's love, man's love,&lt;br /&gt;Love of work and duty,&lt;br /&gt;Just a will of God's to prove&lt;br /&gt;Beauty, beauty, beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--William Stanly Braithwaite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-3912970079802430539?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/3912970079802430539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-favorite-poems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/3912970079802430539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/3912970079802430539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-favorite-poems.html' title='A few favorite poems'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-9200080268266887737</id><published>2009-10-28T15:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:24:15.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Job with a View</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;John had a chimney job yesterday and I went to "help" him with it. Despite all the wires we had to squeeze through, John did a wonderful job operating the lift! We tore down the broken chimney that was sticking up from the roof and then half of the chimney in the attic. John then rebuilt it using metal parts (ask him to explain what he did!) I didn't get a picture of the completed project but it looked great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SuiW-YRhXgI/AAAAAAAAA90/AMHxGDgbsjs/s1600-h/Chimney+job.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397730151815536130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SuiW-YRhXgI/AAAAAAAAA90/AMHxGDgbsjs/s400/Chimney+job.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just One More Month and we will celebrate our ONE YEAR anniversary!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-9200080268266887737?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/9200080268266887737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/job-with-view.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/9200080268266887737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/9200080268266887737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/job-with-view.html' title='A Job with a View'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SuiW-YRhXgI/AAAAAAAAA90/AMHxGDgbsjs/s72-c/Chimney+job.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-6309644757185946081</id><published>2009-10-26T15:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:58:15.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the shed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...John is building!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SuXrXZM_ZcI/AAAAAAAAA8g/gmCOEZo5GYA/s1600-h/John%27s+shed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396978515608298946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SuXrXZM_ZcI/AAAAAAAAA8g/gmCOEZo5GYA/s400/John%27s+shed.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Really like small houses and I hate to put a "but" here but, they are not the best for storage. God has blessed us with STUFF, more STUFF than we have a place for. So, John has put in a lot of man hours working (in rain, in mud, in cold, in heat) to provide a place for our STUFF here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man has skills! He started out with grid paper, sketching out his options. The structure needed to be 10 x 10 and needed to hold... about a million things. He has maximized the space by building partial floors at different levels. No stairs are necessary, you can just hop from floor to floor. This also provides custom storage: tall spaces for tall items, short spaces for short items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been so resourceful by using logs he cut down (to make space for us in this part of the world) for beams for the shed. To make the beams flat for the base, he screwed boards to the log and used his chainsaw (!) to slice off the rounded part. (No wonder he is so good at cutting cheese!) He took one large log and using a couple of mauls and and an ax, split it down the middle -- I have been amazed by his creativity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John has done all the work (mental and physical) by himself. At times, I have been his "gofer", or tree hugger (so the beam didn't fall over while it was being attached). He has been very patient to explain each task I can help with and has certainly stretched my skill level!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Interior Design inspires me. Here are some jewls I found at the library with links connected with the books. [I have not looked over the sites]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/decorating/"&gt;New Color Schemes Made Easy by Rebecca Jerdee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countryliving.com/homes/"&gt;500 Kitchen Ideas: Style: Style, Function, &amp;amp; Charm by Dominique Devito&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com/topics/small-space/index.html"&gt;Big Ideas for Small Spaces by JoAnne Liebler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notsobighouse.com/"&gt;The Not So Big House by Sarah Susanka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.typenningtonstyle.com/"&gt;Good Design Can Change Your Life by Ty Pennington&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;American Dream Houses by Concept House Plans Gmbh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.balewatch.com/"&gt;Link for 50 Staw Bale house plans&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-6309644757185946081?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/6309644757185946081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-shed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/6309644757185946081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/6309644757185946081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-shed.html' title='This is the shed...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SuXrXZM_ZcI/AAAAAAAAA8g/gmCOEZo5GYA/s72-c/John%27s+shed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-7212197071718751151</id><published>2009-10-22T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:52:09.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On and Off the Right Track</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or The Joy and Agony of Tracking a Wounded Deer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.)  A tracker must diligently look for tiny drops of blood on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ground at this time of year is covered with: brown leaves with red spots, burgundy leaves with red spots, green leaves with red spots, yellow leaves with red spots, and red leaves with red spots.  This may be caused by water, fungus, the changing color of leaves, or blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.) A tracker must not feel discouraged or frustrated when the "blood trail" completely disappears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The "blood trail" constantly disappears even if right before the disappearance the trail was very easy to find.  This is perfectly normal and should be expected to occur constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.)  A tracker must slowly and carefully cover miles and miles of territory that the deer may have happened to cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This will take hours of hiking in a semi-folded position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.)  A tracker must scan the ground around him for a brown animal with a white belly.  Because he has followed proper hunting protocol, the deer is now dead.  [There will be no movement or noise from the deer.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The forest floor is made up of leaves, small plants to obscure the view, and brown logs.  Large white mushrooms grow on the logs and white patches of sunshine rest on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.)  The tracker must not mind encountering multiple brier bushes and countless spider webs as he searches for the downed deer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The webs will eventually cloud his vision so he can not see the blood gushing from his wounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One last note&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Careful adherence to the tracking techniques listed above does not guarantee discovery of the deer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-7212197071718751151?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/7212197071718751151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-and-off-right-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/7212197071718751151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/7212197071718751151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-and-off-right-track.html' title='On and Off the Right Track'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-4434905832425155077</id><published>2009-10-20T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:46:20.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tree Stand</title><content type='html'>We dress in layers.  The day has been warm but the night will be cold.  The last layer we put on is a camouflaged jacket.  John and I walk hand in hand to the tree stand in our black mud boots.  We whisper and step gently.  The leaves are dry and crunch underfoot.  It seems the closer we get to the tree stand the louder the leaves become.  Last night we heard and saw at least 5 deer so I have high hopes for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settle in and wait for the forest to come alive.  The wind begins to blow and soon becomes a creature itself.  Rushing through the trees, fluttering the leaves, bending the branches.  I think I hear a cat but John tells me it is the wind.  I think I hear coyotes - John tells me it is the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we hear a loud crunch, Crunch, CRUnch.  A gray squirrel appears.  A red squirrel chatters loudly in the trees.  A black squirrel hops across the shooting path.  A big black bird circles above us and I ruthlessly hope it is something that eat squirrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flock of crows become louder and louder.  John makes a face and I try to contain my giggles.  There seems to be some kind of family dispute.  They fly from tree to tree, bending the tops over.  Eventually they fly off, taking their noise with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light crunching sound comes from my left.  I look over and a raccoon hobbles across.  I touch John's arm.  He looks over and smiles.  We spend a lot of time smiling at each other.  Despite how much time our lips spend together, we find it very hard to read each others lips!  Not too long after the first raccoon, another follows the trail made by the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woods are filled with crunching sounds.  Is it a deer?  Is it the wind?  Then all is quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up at John and he whispers, "You fulfill my dreams!"  I smile deeply, delighted to be with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense more than hear movement to my right.  Ah finally, here is our deer!  There is a loud crash and a white-tailed rabbit appears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes, the forest grows darker.  We hear what seems to be deer sounds all around us but nothing appears.  As the light fades so does my hope... and my warmth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it is almost completely dark we head back.  I trip.  John fluffs.  We both get tangled up in a wild rose bush.  Maybe tomorrow night we will get our deer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-4434905832425155077?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/4434905832425155077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/tree-stand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/4434905832425155077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/4434905832425155077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/tree-stand.html' title='The Tree Stand'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-4689909126225441190</id><published>2009-10-19T11:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:24:09.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>COLD Weather can be Very Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the pictures I took when John got back from his motorcycle test:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[taken Thursday afternoon]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/StyB7yBBvBI/AAAAAAAAA7g/2eX4DpG7B1k/s1600-h/October+Snow+BEST1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394329317721357330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/StyB7yBBvBI/AAAAAAAAA7g/2eX4DpG7B1k/s400/October+Snow+BEST1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The result of a VERY cold night:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[taken early this morning]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/StyBtsdxEEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/bQE04hDHfA0/s1600-h/Fosty+Oct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394329075713118274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/StyBtsdxEEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/bQE04hDHfA0/s400/Fosty+Oct.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you find two deer in this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[taken last Friday]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/StyBc6hQFxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/awENJ-OMRrQ/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394328787428054802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/StyBc6hQFxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/awENJ-OMRrQ/s400/DSC_0047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-4689909126225441190?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/4689909126225441190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/cold-weather-can-be-very-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/4689909126225441190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/4689909126225441190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/cold-weather-can-be-very-beautiful.html' title='COLD Weather can be Very Beautiful'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/StyB7yBBvBI/AAAAAAAAA7g/2eX4DpG7B1k/s72-c/October+Snow+BEST1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-5532056511700179800</id><published>2009-10-18T23:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:21:38.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A deer education</title><content type='html'>For those wondering how things turned out with John's test... HE PASSED!  I'm not surprised but I am very happy for him!!  He even proved his skills by riding back in the snow without any troubles at all.  After John returned from his test, we went for a walk in the winter wonderland.  It was beautiful but Crazy to have so much snow in October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much snow fell.  It started snowing on Thursday, and it didn't stop snowing until mid-afternoon on Saturday.  Much of it melted before it landed or shortly thereafter so it was impossible to keep track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow season started Saturday so I have been getting an education.  I actually shot two deer on Friday.  Two doe came within 35 feet &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[see edit below]&lt;/span&gt; of our camper and so I grabbed my Nikon D40 and fired away.  Unfortunately I do not have a zoom lens so the deer are just black specks blending into the the blueberry bush they were munching on.  They seem to have a daily schedule of visiting there so John has considered shooting them but they are rather small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow hunting takes quite a lot of patience.  I learned you are supposed to wait at least an hour after you shoot a deer with an arrow before you look for it so you don't scare it away.  It is very easy to lose a deer that has been shot if you try to find it before it is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before John and I were married, I gave him two hunting DVD's I found somewhere really cheap.  The other night (at my request) we watched one together.  I now know how to hunt deer, elk, wild hogs, and turkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this watching and learning sounds much more interesting than the hands on butchering that comes later...  Knowledge feeds the soul but venison feeds the stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;edit: The deer were actually 35 yards instead of 35 feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-5532056511700179800?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/5532056511700179800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/deer-education.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5532056511700179800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5532056511700179800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/deer-education.html' title='A deer education'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-2759775756771825072</id><published>2009-10-15T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:07:17.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope to get loads of laundry done &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[note pun]&lt;/span&gt; and other "household chores" since John will be gone for much of the day.  Today is the day John takes his motorcycle road test!  I would have preferred to have more practice, but he has picked it up quite quickly (even though it is a very top-heavy bike) and has become a skilled rider.  Today is also the day we are supposed to have a mix of rain and snow... not exactly ideal riding conditions!  So I am praying and staying busy with things and learning to not worry about him riding over 2 hours in the elements.  John is very cautious and makes wise decisions.  If the weather gets really bad, I will take his large-as-a-barge truck out to pick him up (which will be an adventure all in itself). &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[grin]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of funny that I never used to worry.  I was always the one out there: walking around Thailand by myself, kissing snakes, visiting people living on the streets, etc.  Now I am getting a taste of what it is like to be the one left behind while my parents travel to another country, my sister lives in potential danger, and my husband becomes a daring rider!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't misread &lt;/span&gt;that as complaint because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; happy for them to go and do, it is just a whole new feeling to be on this side of things.  Ha, and I have yet to experience what it is like to be a mom and watch her children do stuff!  This is all very good preparation! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[big smile]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be anxious for nothing&lt;br /&gt;but in everything&lt;br /&gt;by prayer and supplication&lt;br /&gt;with thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;let your requests be made known to God.&lt;br /&gt;Phil 4:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&gt;grace and peace&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-2759775756771825072?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/2759775756771825072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/2759775756771825072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/2759775756771825072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-4049498390020345479</id><published>2009-10-08T18:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:02:34.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are certain photos that do not fit in any catagory so, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here it is: Blogart :-D&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Ss5fvAk4tUI/AAAAAAAAA40/JRiDeDXl7JQ/s1600-h/painted+forest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390351065222264130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Ss5fvAk4tUI/AAAAAAAAA40/JRiDeDXl7JQ/s400/painted+forest.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Ss5eqMAroVI/AAAAAAAAA4s/tQ_7spo91Us/s1600-h/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390349882880663890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Ss5eqMAroVI/AAAAAAAAA4s/tQ_7spo91Us/s400/DSC_0223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Ss5eWjLanjI/AAAAAAAAA4k/jMu7abYSQNM/s1600-h/10+Month+flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390349545502318130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Ss5eWjLanjI/AAAAAAAAA4k/jMu7abYSQNM/s400/10+Month+flowers.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Ss5eLY9zyPI/AAAAAAAAA4c/UCOPABCP_O8/s1600-h/God%27s+hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390349353782331634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Ss5eLY9zyPI/AAAAAAAAA4c/UCOPABCP_O8/s400/God%27s+hands.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-4049498390020345479?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/4049498390020345479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/4049498390020345479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/4049498390020345479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogart.html' title='Blogart'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Ss5fvAk4tUI/AAAAAAAAA40/JRiDeDXl7JQ/s72-c/painted+forest.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-5970417463107083682</id><published>2009-10-01T15:58:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:28:45.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Beef</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SsUNiLeIPoI/AAAAAAAAA30/jUMc2Z78A9A/s1600-h/linedupforfood.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387727410064539266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SsUNiLeIPoI/AAAAAAAAA30/jUMc2Z78A9A/s400/linedupforfood.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SsUMtxujKNI/AAAAAAAAA3I/cFqukKfnpX0/s1600-h/gather+round.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387726509800892626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SsUMtxujKNI/AAAAAAAAA3I/cFqukKfnpX0/s400/gather+round.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SsUMPw9ggCI/AAAAAAAAA3A/kBAzQqTAP2k/s1600-h/fuzzy+face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387725994199121954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SsUMPw9ggCI/AAAAAAAAA3A/kBAzQqTAP2k/s400/fuzzy+face.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our calves have not held up their end of the bargain.  Instead of turning ugly and mean, they continue to be cute and happy (though rather dopey at times).  John keeps telling them to grow meat and it seams they are listening.  They add an inch to their girth each week!  Kabass is the largest calf measuring 43 inches around.  According the chart we have, this means he weighs 250 pounds!  Even though Kabaas started out as our blondest calf, he keeps turning more and more black!  He used to be so skittish, but he has become quite tame.  He will even come over and lick my neck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SsUMBWiGszI/AAAAAAAAA24/uYnH1zF_Jro/s1600-h/kalose+kaboss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387725746586694450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SsUMBWiGszI/AAAAAAAAA24/uYnH1zF_Jro/s400/kalose+kaboss.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-5970417463107083682?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/5970417463107083682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/growing-beef.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5970417463107083682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5970417463107083682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/10/growing-beef.html' title='Growing Beef'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SsUNiLeIPoI/AAAAAAAAA30/jUMc2Z78A9A/s72-c/linedupforfood.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-3523402971923765691</id><published>2009-09-27T17:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:59:34.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been rather slow in posting about my health since it seems to vary from day to day. On most days, I feel Much better than I did weeks and even months before I got pregnant. I am not sure what has made a difference but we have been focusing on living healthy and I think it has helped. Here is a list of things we've been doing with more frequency:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juicing beet root&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking my vitamins daily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walking/exercising daily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eating nuts, red meat, and eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cutting back on starches and wheat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Avoiding sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drinking Kefir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little info in recent history:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John has been taking my blood pressure off and on when I feel dizzy etc. From my records my lowest blood pressure was 90/53 and the highest was 110/72 but he usually does not check it when I am feeling great. John always checks my blood pressure when I am sitting or lying down. The other day I wasn't feeling great so he checked my blood pressure and it was 106/72. I stood up and he checked it again. My blood pressure dropped to 88/70. When I stood up, I felt a little dizzy but nothing went black when I stood up so it must drop lower than that when things do turn black.  (I have never completely passed out but when I get the flu, I tend to end up on the ground shortly before I throw up. Of course feeling stressed or tired or hungry also complicates things.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We used to think I had hypoglycemia. On the days my blood pressure is low, I have symptoms of hypoglycemia: dizzy, shaky hands, little energy, sweaty, sleepy, difficulty concentrating, headache, and I don't do well if I go without eating. John started checking my blood sugar after we got married but the numbers always fell into a normal range so we stopped checking it. (It was very nice to not be a pin cushion anymore!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are looking into the symptoms and causes of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Orthostatic Hypotension&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Adrenal insufficiency&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Hyperthyroid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, there it is. Whatever it is, we are praying we can find out what is causing it and how to heal it. I am very thankful for the energy I have now, very thankful for all I can do, very thankful for John's patience with me when I don't feel good, and very thankful for ALL he does to help with my health! He is just wonderful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Orthostatic Hypotension:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthline.com/galecontent/orthostatic-hypotension-1"&gt;http://www.healthline.com/galecontent/orthostatic-hypotension-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adrenal Insufficiency:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drkaslow.com/html/adrenal_insufficiency.html"&gt;http://www.drkaslow.com/html/adrenal_insufficiency.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hyperthyroidism:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.endocrineweb.com/hyper1.html"&gt;http://www.endocrineweb.com/hyper1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Iodine information:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vitamincfoundation.org/iodine.htm"&gt;http://www.vitamincfoundation.org/iodine.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;An article about Iodine rich foods and thyroid disorders:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wellsphere.com/healthy-eating-article/foods-to-promote-thyroid-health/760543"&gt;http://www.wellsphere.com/healthy-eating-article/foods-to-promote-thyroid-health/760543&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;List of Iodine rich foods:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/about_5412680_foods-rich-iodine.html"&gt;http://www.ehow.com/about_5412680_foods-rich-iodine.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-3523402971923765691?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/3523402971923765691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-health.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/3523402971923765691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/3523402971923765691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-health.html' title='My Health'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-6444487391851472848</id><published>2009-09-27T15:26:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:05:17.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dirty Job</title><content type='html'>John and his uncle have been working really hard to get the spot ready where we will park our camper. John has become quite proficient at using a variety of heavy equipment. He even taught me how to drive the bobcat! I have helped John a few days with shoveling dirt (which is made up mostly of gray clay). It has been so fun to work together and I am so grateful for energy to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sr-_vpwyFKI/AAAAAAAAA2I/NsG6KgpQUIQ/s1600-h/john+bobcat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386234504743621794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sr-_vpwyFKI/AAAAAAAAA2I/NsG6KgpQUIQ/s400/john+bobcat.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sr-_pAJwdhI/AAAAAAAAA2A/CB6OIUlSW8I/s1600-h/me+and+bob.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sr-_bVFEE8I/AAAAAAAAA14/iWoz2GBlnNs/s1600-h/amy+shovel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386234155594159042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sr-_bVFEE8I/AAAAAAAAA14/iWoz2GBlnNs/s400/amy+shovel.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sr-_MgNMbCI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Z2nzuJVim5A/s1600-h/working+john+redleaves.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386233900883012642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sr-_MgNMbCI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Z2nzuJVim5A/s400/working+john+redleaves.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sr--2y9WZeI/AAAAAAAAA1o/MD8cHvUr4nY/s1600-h/John+tree+lines.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386233527959709154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sr--2y9WZeI/AAAAAAAAA1o/MD8cHvUr4nY/s400/John+tree+lines.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: none of the pictures were posed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-6444487391851472848?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/6444487391851472848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/09/dirty-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/6444487391851472848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/6444487391851472848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/09/dirty-job.html' title='A Dirty Job'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sr-_vpwyFKI/AAAAAAAAA2I/NsG6KgpQUIQ/s72-c/john+bobcat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-2564821892017829046</id><published>2009-09-22T14:48:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:09:12.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit to the Civil War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SrkgIwIgEEI/AAAAAAAAA0o/QcffuMKdDuA/s1600-h/RE+very+cute+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384370164229738562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SrkgIwIgEEI/AAAAAAAAA0o/QcffuMKdDuA/s400/RE+very+cute+girl.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Srkf6cKsd3I/AAAAAAAAA0g/noO8oT0_Xxg/s1600-h/RE+the+women.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384369918352062322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Srkf6cKsd3I/AAAAAAAAA0g/noO8oT0_Xxg/s400/RE+the+women.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Srkfos0aMpI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/TgDaistljYk/s1600-h/RE+consultation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384369613584347794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Srkfos0aMpI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/TgDaistljYk/s400/RE+consultation.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SrkfCk7m3FI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/cmnnJeZIp00/s1600-h/RE+dreamer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384368958632025170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SrkfCk7m3FI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/cmnnJeZIp00/s400/RE+dreamer.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Srke2HnYYZI/AAAAAAAAA0I/7gB1Fn6PcHs/s1600-h/RE+looking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384368744604131730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Srke2HnYYZI/AAAAAAAAA0I/7gB1Fn6PcHs/s400/RE+looking.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SrkeoASgGxI/AAAAAAAAA0A/tzIoNBl6N5s/s1600-h/RE+distracted.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384368502119340818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SrkeoASgGxI/AAAAAAAAA0A/tzIoNBl6N5s/s400/RE+distracted.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SrkeR1ahKxI/AAAAAAAAAz4/9Ro6lCnGOyU/s1600-h/RE+line+em+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384368121243052818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SrkeR1ahKxI/AAAAAAAAAz4/9Ro6lCnGOyU/s400/RE+line+em+up.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SrkeDV-0a0I/AAAAAAAAAzw/McnxLXFQa2I/s1600-h/RE+single+file.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384367872287206210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SrkeDV-0a0I/AAAAAAAAAzw/McnxLXFQa2I/s400/RE+single+file.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Srkdf2BgZpI/AAAAAAAAAzo/RDOLCE5MiS0/s1600-h/RE+battlefield.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384367262413121170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Srkdf2BgZpI/AAAAAAAAAzo/RDOLCE5MiS0/s400/RE+battlefield.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SrkcjTOcq_I/AAAAAAAAAzg/pLAAW1Yf04E/s1600-h/RE+the+president.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384366222280010738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SrkcjTOcq_I/AAAAAAAAAzg/pLAAW1Yf04E/s400/RE+the+president.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-2564821892017829046?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/2564821892017829046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/09/visit-to-civil-war.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/2564821892017829046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/2564821892017829046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/09/visit-to-civil-war.html' title='A visit to the Civil War'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SrkgIwIgEEI/AAAAAAAAA0o/QcffuMKdDuA/s72-c/RE+very+cute+girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-508868863720772199</id><published>2009-09-14T19:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:18:24.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Discoveries and favorite places</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sq7X8zjUfhI/AAAAAAAAAzA/64UwSR3EFe4/s1600-h/Fosil+Rocks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381476044384796178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sq7X8zjUfhI/AAAAAAAAAzA/64UwSR3EFe4/s400/Fosil+Rocks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The rocks in the picture above are from a dry riverbed. Not every stone had fossils in it, but Most of them did and the large ones had many, many more. It was so amazing to see all of them! John and I discovered them on a delightful walk we took last Saturday. We hiked all over the place and found fish to feed, a culvert Big enough to walk through, and a bit of wildlife. We ended up in a tree stand at dusk. Two deer bounded into the area and stopped under the stand. Such graceful creatures! It was an incredible experience to be so close to something so wild. Even though they looked up at us, they continued to graze contentedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, we stopped at an old place that used to be a county home. It is a Huge series of buildings that are completely run down. It is almost covered with overgrown vines and bushes. Inside the paint is peeling and the walls are crumbling. One room is filled almost to the ceiling with old newspapers. One room had a bunch of old broken pianos (in several pieces). It is one of the most wonderful place I've been! I walked around like Alice in Wonderland. I really want to go back with my camera to capture the Beauty there! If I had the money, I would buy it even though it has no fixtures, no door handles, no plumbing. Every wall is a photography studio! And the architecture is... ahhhhhh.... There are balconies all over the place and TONS of windows. In unexpected places there are tiny closets, Huge stairways, and long hallways. The paint is perfect too: Mustered yellow, Tiffany blue, Bright teal... Everything else is white. I don't know if I'll be able to get permission to photograph it, but I really hope I can. It is a place to visit in dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-508868863720772199?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/508868863720772199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/09/discoveries-and-favorite-places.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/508868863720772199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/508868863720772199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/09/discoveries-and-favorite-places.html' title='Discoveries and favorite places'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sq7X8zjUfhI/AAAAAAAAAzA/64UwSR3EFe4/s72-c/Fosil+Rocks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-7086767837173986377</id><published>2009-09-13T13:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:25:22.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine in the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our camper is slowly gaining a new face. I've been wanting to paint the kitchen and the living room since Spring. It was so nice to finally have the time and energy to get the kitchen done last week! No More Dingy Wallpaper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello Sunshine!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sq0n_phfMzI/AAAAAAAAAy4/2NToY7Rzepw/s1600-h/Kitch+Before.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381001104209163058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sq0n_phfMzI/AAAAAAAAAy4/2NToY7Rzepw/s400/Kitch+Before.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sq0n57wjAcI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ooN9aUZUfYk/s1600-h/kitch+walpaper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381001006024950210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sq0n57wjAcI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ooN9aUZUfYk/s400/kitch+walpaper.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sq0nwLit7EI/AAAAAAAAAyo/INvaRdfWeJc/s1600-h/Kitch+After.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381000838463220802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sq0nwLit7EI/AAAAAAAAAyo/INvaRdfWeJc/s400/Kitch+After.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sq0nnfW8uBI/AAAAAAAAAyg/3Qlv0a7njbE/s1600-h/Kitch+stove.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381000689163745298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sq0nnfW8uBI/AAAAAAAAAyg/3Qlv0a7njbE/s400/Kitch+stove.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-7086767837173986377?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/7086767837173986377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunshine-in-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/7086767837173986377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/7086767837173986377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunshine-in-kitchen.html' title='Sunshine in the Kitchen'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sq0n_phfMzI/AAAAAAAAAy4/2NToY7Rzepw/s72-c/Kitch+Before.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-3929364245937027178</id><published>2009-09-07T21:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:30:47.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel</title><content type='html'>Greetings and happy September!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our days have been happy and full.  My parents came to see us and then we carpooled out to our home-state.  My parents, John, and I were all born in the same state!  It was a delightful though somewhat whirlwind trip.  Almost every night we were in a new town, visiting family and friends.  We have so many happy memories of our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also stopped at Letchworth, the Grand Canyon of the East.  It is just a beautiful, beautiful place to visit with two huge waterfalls and heaps of trails to bike or hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SqWw9d22wgI/AAAAAAAAAxo/DPhjDWXadK8/s1600-h/Letchworth+lovers+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SqWw9d22wgI/AAAAAAAAAxo/DPhjDWXadK8/s400/Letchworth+lovers+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378899899997143554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SqWwzg1BZbI/AAAAAAAAAxg/qk-nhZ8yfmc/s1600-h/Ohio+trip+-+all+we+saw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SqWwzg1BZbI/AAAAAAAAAxg/qk-nhZ8yfmc/s400/Ohio+trip+-+all+we+saw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378899728996066738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-3929364245937027178?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/3929364245937027178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/09/travel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/3929364245937027178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/3929364245937027178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/09/travel.html' title='Travel'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SqWw9d22wgI/AAAAAAAAAxo/DPhjDWXadK8/s72-c/Letchworth+lovers+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-5612364735687601941</id><published>2009-08-27T21:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:04:12.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Travels through the storm</title><content type='html'>I took these pictures a week ago as John and I drove back.  Shortly after we left, there was a huge storm.  We were surrounded by dark and scary clouds. The rain poured and the lightening flashed.  As we continued on, the storm was replaced by mist all around us.  The sun set and the mist turned into a breathtaking sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many parallels between our drive back and recent events.  Losing our child, was the worst storm we've ever experienced.  But as the days go by, there is also beautiful hope that carries us through.  Many times when were driving, it looked like we would just disappear into the mist.  The future is very foggy.  I don't know what will happen tomorrow... but God is the one who is holding tomorrow, working everything, even pain and sadness together for good.  And that is a beautiful thing! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Spc4LV-mtzI/AAAAAAAAAxY/UG9bKIiKEhk/s1600-h/misty+road.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Spc4LV-mtzI/AAAAAAAAAxY/UG9bKIiKEhk/s400/misty+road.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374826447819421490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Spc4F7FOZ9I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/-84M40SNTLc/s1600-h/misty+travel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Spc4F7FOZ9I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/-84M40SNTLc/s400/misty+travel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374826354700085202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Spc39bM5K_I/AAAAAAAAAxI/sNm7A8cbcZI/s1600-h/sunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Spc39bM5K_I/AAAAAAAAAxI/sNm7A8cbcZI/s400/sunset.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374826208703359986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-5612364735687601941?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/5612364735687601941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/08/travels-through-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5612364735687601941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5612364735687601941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/08/travels-through-storm.html' title='Travels through the storm'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Spc4LV-mtzI/AAAAAAAAAxY/UG9bKIiKEhk/s72-c/misty+road.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-8092083337296122572</id><published>2009-08-21T12:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:07:33.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/So7QABdIIsI/AAAAAAAAAw4/RNAUnWjKcXI/s1600-h/Laughter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372460104308761282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/So7QABdIIsI/AAAAAAAAAw4/RNAUnWjKcXI/s400/Laughter.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our days have been filled with children!&lt;br /&gt;Happy faces and cute grins :-)&lt;br /&gt;Chasing each other, playing with each other...&lt;br /&gt;Giggling girls and laughing boys :-)&lt;br /&gt;It's been delightful to see their delight and enjoyment with life :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have been blessed with &lt;strong&gt;19&lt;/strong&gt; grandchildren so there is always a collection of children when my siblings get together. John and I are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; about the future when &lt;em&gt;our &lt;/em&gt;children can run and play with their cousins. Until then, we enjoy the time we have with the blessings of others!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-8092083337296122572?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/8092083337296122572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/08/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/8092083337296122572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/8092083337296122572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/08/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/So7QABdIIsI/AAAAAAAAAw4/RNAUnWjKcXI/s72-c/Laughter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-1703873484053078444</id><published>2009-08-19T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:30:10.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resting with Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; **********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small pine box&lt;br /&gt;A deep black hole&lt;br /&gt;A humid night&lt;br /&gt;A heavy grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so wrong to bury our first baby&lt;br /&gt;the one we loved and hoped for&lt;br /&gt;the first fruit of our love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Journey's Just Begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think of him as gone away&lt;br /&gt;His journey's just begun,&lt;br /&gt;Life holds so many facets&lt;br /&gt;The earth is only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think of him as resting&lt;br /&gt;From the sorrow and the tears&lt;br /&gt;In a place of warmth and comfort&lt;br /&gt;Where there are no days and years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think how he must be wishing&lt;br /&gt;That we could know today&lt;br /&gt;How nothing but our sadness&lt;br /&gt;Can really pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And think of him as living&lt;br /&gt;In the hearts of those he touched&lt;br /&gt;For nothing loved is ever lost&lt;br /&gt;And he was loved so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown Author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain..."  Rev. 21:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-1703873484053078444?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/1703873484053078444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/08/resting-with-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/1703873484053078444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/1703873484053078444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/08/resting-with-peace.html' title='Resting with Peace'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-3817770616923983040</id><published>2009-08-15T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:52:04.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Recomendation</title><content type='html'>John and I made it to our destination and it is so wonderful to be here!  While we traveled, we listened to Lisa Beamer's book:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's Roll!&lt;/span&gt;  The phrase was spoken by her husband Todd Beamer on Untied Flight 93 before he and other passengers ran towards the terrorists on September 11, 2001.  The plane crashed in a field instead of hitting the White House or another U.S. landmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of her husband was not the first tragedy in Lisa's life.  Her father also died unexpectedly when Lisa was teenager.  The death of her father almost brought Lisa to losing her faith in God.  The pain and the agony of her loss was unbearable and unexplainable.  She could not understand WHY God would take someone so precious to her.  It wasn't until years later that she understood these verses in Romans 11:33-36:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God!&lt;br /&gt;How unsearchable His judgments, and His paths beyond tracing out!&lt;br /&gt;Who has known the mind of the Lord? Or who has been His counselor?&lt;br /&gt;Who has ever given to God, that God should repay him?&lt;br /&gt;For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things.&lt;br /&gt;To Him be the glory forever! Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The loss of a loved one is deeply painful and because of our loss, I have a small understanding of some of the pain Lisa has experienced.  I have wondered WHY God would take not only our precious baby, but also the hopes and dreams we had for the future.  But I am humbled to realize that we do not deserve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; gift God gives us.  "Who has given to God, that God should repay him?"  Every breath is a gift from God!  Instead of shaking a fist at God for what is lost, we should be on our knees, thanking Him for the undeserved ABUNDANCE He gives daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="reftext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="nivfootnote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-3817770616923983040?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/3817770616923983040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/08/book-recomendation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/3817770616923983040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/3817770616923983040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/08/book-recomendation.html' title='Book Recomendation'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-4791281490418678898</id><published>2009-08-13T14:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:00:05.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SoRidXI3bOI/AAAAAAAAAwA/_zoCz9qwKOc/s1600-h/mourning+mist.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SoRidXI3bOI/AAAAAAAAAwA/_zoCz9qwKOc/s400/mourning+mist.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369524912299404514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this dark valley, through our deepest pain; the light of God has given us a pathway through the darkness and His love has held us close.  It is because of all we have experienced that His goodness shines brighter.  There have been so many little things that have meant so much.  I am thankful that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Our time of not knowing what would happen was very short.  I cannot explain the agony it was and I am so grateful we did not have to keep waiting and fearing what the outcome would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Throughout the whole ordeal we had wise counsel from our loving midwives as they kept us in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dad and Mom were able to make the 10 hour drive to see us and were here through the whole thing even though they could only stay 1 full day (they were traveling the other 2 days).  God's timing was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SoRhqjY30HI/AAAAAAAAAv4/RziZfkur_pU/s1600-h/Dad%26Mom%26Us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SoRhqjY30HI/AAAAAAAAAv4/RziZfkur_pU/s400/Dad%26Mom%26Us.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369524039414435954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A dear family was led by God give give money to my parents to cover the expense of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* John and Mom labored as hard as I did, pushing against and rubbing my back as the surges of pain tore through my body.  Their love and care gave me the strength to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The process of loss was very short.  I am so thankful it did not last weeks and weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We have been carried in a cushion of prayer.  There is no way to handle this pain without the strength of Jesus!  The encouragement and prayers of friends known and unknown have blessed us so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* After asking if it was okay, my midwife brought her 5 week old daughter with her when she came to check up on me.  Though John and I shed tears over our loss, it was so healing to hold a precious baby, she even smiled at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SoRhJNbLK0I/AAAAAAAAAvw/QwB9liU49cY/s1600-h/Galina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SoRhJNbLK0I/AAAAAAAAAvw/QwB9liU49cY/s400/Galina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369523466582829890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* John's family made food and Sharon gave up her many responsibilities to come and stay with us.  She has worked overtime keeping me company as John works, making food, doing laundry, washing dishes, working in the garden, and helping take care of the calves (to mention just a few!)  She has been a tremendous blessing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My body is healing and my energy is returning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* John and I are planning to travel this weekend to see my family, I can't wait!!!  We already had this trip planned but it couldn't have come at a better time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-4791281490418678898?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/4791281490418678898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/08/blessings-of-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/4791281490418678898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/4791281490418678898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/08/blessings-of-god.html' title='Blessings of God'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SoRidXI3bOI/AAAAAAAAAwA/_zoCz9qwKOc/s72-c/mourning+mist.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-2951059434628301364</id><published>2009-08-11T12:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:08:35.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To our sweet baby in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear one~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we never got to meet you, we are so sad to lose you.  We miss hearing your heartbeat, beating fast and strong.  We miss your sweet sounds while you sleep.  We're sad we never got to hold your warm body and stroke your silky hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things about you we wish we could have known.  Were you a girl or boy?  Were you easy going or strong willed?  We're sad we never got a chance to see you grow up.  We wish we could have known your likes and dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The confirmation that you were on the way was a complete surprise!  We were looking forward to having a child, we just thought that it wouldn't happen for another year.  But as soon as we knew you were growing in your mama's belly, we couldn't be happier!  Not once did we ever wish for your tiny life to stop growing and flourishing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 10 weeks, we and others prayed for you to be safe and healthy and tried to do all we could to protect you.  We counted the weeks and tried to keep track of your development.  You grew so fast and changed so much in such a short amount of time!  The loving hand of your Perfect Heavenly Father carefully knit your tiny body together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Babe, we don't know why things changed.  We don't know why your Master Craftsman didn't continue to build you in your mother's womb.  It is so easy to wish things were different.  So easy to wonder if we could have done something to protect you or wonder if we missed something important that you needed.  It is hard to not let guilt creep in...because we desired so much to love you, nurture you, and care for you.  But we have realized that even if we dedicated all our energy to give you a perfect home, there would always be imperfections because your parents are imperfect.  Despite all our attempts we would still fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we believe, out of God's graciousness, He decided to give you a perfect home.  Not a cabin or a camper or a house, but a mansion in Heaven.  There with our loved ones who have already arrived.  There where there is no sickness, or crying or pain.  You will never have to experience these.  And though we are sad and cry because of all we have lost, we rejoice over the love, joy and peace you are now experiencing.  We love you, sweet one, and are excited to meet you in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much love~&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-2951059434628301364?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/2951059434628301364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-our-sweet-baby-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/2951059434628301364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/2951059434628301364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-our-sweet-baby-in-heaven.html' title='To our sweet baby in Heaven'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-2188432807405013577</id><published>2009-08-06T17:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:40:46.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have had some reasons for concern about the health of our baby....  So far, everything seems to have a logical (and harmless) reason and my chats with our midwife here and our midwife there have been reassuring.  But when faced with an abnormality, it is hard not to worry.  When it comes down to it, even if we were going to lose our baby, the only thing we can do is pray and grieve (which we have done much of both).  John so gently reminded me that if God chose to take our baby, it is only out of His love and care for our baby.  God is a whole lot better parent than John or I ever will be!  John has been so loving and supportive: holding me, wiping away my tears, and making me laugh!  I am trying to rest and learning to trust in a deeper way the One who has been knitting together our precious baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blessed be the name of the Lord from this time forth and forevermore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the rising of the sun until the going down of the same the Lord's name is to be praised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord is high above the nations, and His glory above the heavens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who is like the Lord our God Who dwells on High,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who humbles Himself to behold the things that are in heaven, and in earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He raises up the poor our of the dust, and lifts the needy out of the dunghill;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That He may set them with princes, even the princes of His people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He makes the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Praise the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Psalm 113:2-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-2188432807405013577?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/2188432807405013577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/08/unknown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/2188432807405013577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/2188432807405013577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/08/unknown.html' title='Unknown'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-5426750744401650133</id><published>2009-08-03T14:01:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:40:49.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A happy cookout with dear friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were delighted to get to share part of the weekend with dear friends.  Keith, Gwen, and Sarah are on their way to see their son/brother, his wife, and their new sweet baby out west!  At the last minute, we asked if they could stop in.  (It is rather difficult to make long term plans since I'm not sure if I'll have energy or not.)  They were able to rearrange their schedule and come not only for our cook out, but also stay over night.  It was Such a delight to share the night with them and two of John's sisters: Sharon and Anna.  Sharon and Anna arrived early to help with last minute things (Sharon even did my dishes being the generous woman that she is!)  We had such a fun and delightful evening!  I took Very Few pictures so you'll just have to stop by to experience the fun.  We can't wait to have more company! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sncqf4WzFkI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rNN3bk0rqSQ/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sncqf4WzFkI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rNN3bk0rqSQ/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365804208227554882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John delighted us by giving us a ride in the wagon at the back of this old blue tractor.  There are tons of paths around here, and it was such fun to ride through the fields and forest to get to our cookout spot.  (Really wish I would have gotten a picture of all us riding through the green fields!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Snco08xGHqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bDPMelyCaXI/s1600-h/DSC_0049-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Snco08xGHqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bDPMelyCaXI/s400/DSC_0049-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365802371165593250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had so much fun arranging the table with a denim blanket, fresh picked Queen Ann's Lace (John picked the exact amount I had in mind!) candles and tea lights.  It was so nice to be in the middle of the forest!  Despite how much rain we've had, John was able to get a fire started and we all had stumps to sit on around the fire.  My little red mp3 player/cell phone, did a great job providing atmosphere music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sncomb0QfpI/AAAAAAAAAuo/I_5oDqb2t1w/s1600-h/DSC_0058-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sncomb0QfpI/AAAAAAAAAuo/I_5oDqb2t1w/s400/DSC_0058-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365802121802317458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Sarah, Anna, and Sharon getting some Delicious food!  We had quite the feast with fresh garden potato salad (made with sour cream, chives, and parsley), garden corn, marinated venison, and a yummy potato dish that Sharon made!  We had mint tea, lemonade, and water to drink.  After dinner, we roasted marshmallows and talked late into the night.  Ahh bliss :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-5426750744401650133?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/5426750744401650133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-cookout-with-dear-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5426750744401650133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/5426750744401650133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-cookout-with-dear-friends.html' title='A happy cookout with dear friends'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sncqf4WzFkI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rNN3bk0rqSQ/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-8073707555458686026</id><published>2009-07-29T15:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:35:00.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocks and Parks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SnCjDA8ZY8I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Bc6lxEmIv6Y/s1600-h/looks+like+he%27ll+taste+good.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363966428386517954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SnCjDA8ZY8I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Bc6lxEmIv6Y/s400/looks+like+he%27ll+taste+good.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't he look tasty? I need to remember these cute calves are on their way to become hamburgers and juicy steaks... We almost had a rotisserie calf yesterday when our friendliest but also most mischievous calf got tangled up in the electric fence. He got Really tangled up and couldn't get out so he kept getting shocked. John heard him bellow and went up to see what was going on. The calf had stopped struggling. John was able to turn off the fence and get him untangled and thankfully, the calf has been fine. We are hoping he has learned his lesson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SnCi8UJcrzI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Bj7-C636E_o/s1600-h/Kanclose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363966313282449202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SnCi8UJcrzI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Bj7-C636E_o/s400/Kanclose.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John took me to a local park last night. It was lovely to be out and and so nice to be close to water. It was a perfect evening and I'm so glad I grabbed my tripod. This is the first picture we have together since we found out Baby is on the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-8073707555458686026?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/8073707555458686026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/shocks-and-parks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/8073707555458686026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/8073707555458686026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/shocks-and-parks.html' title='Shocks and Parks'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SnCjDA8ZY8I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Bc6lxEmIv6Y/s72-c/looks+like+he%27ll+taste+good.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-1272126754801360169</id><published>2009-07-27T16:49:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:00:45.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornadoes, Dreams, and Cute Calves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sm4UvpZ8ZPI/AAAAAAAAAqY/dU5Ci7PiiFU/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sm4UvpZ8ZPI/AAAAAAAAAqY/dU5Ci7PiiFU/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363247015045915890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our drive back from church, John and I thought we saw a tornado.  Later we heard that a few tornadoes had touched down, and there were warnings of others.  I took this picture last night after we heard about some severe weather heading our way.  We were of course fine but the clouds looked quite threatening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamed that I had our baby!  This all happened sometime this week!  John delivered the baby by himself at a hotel but we had to go to a hospital to deliver the placenta because I could not remember how to do that!  John was an excellent midwife for the delivery, I don't remember feeling any pain (wa-hooo).  When I knew I was going to have the baby, I was disappointed to miss my second trimester but I forgot all about the third trimester!  Our baby weighed around 5 pounds and was perfectly healthy and able to survive despite only having  9 weeks to grow.  I was worried I wouldn't know how to take care of the baby since I haven't read the Babywise book that Celina gave me.  Obviously I was lacking in knowledge because when the baby was having difficulty nursing, I supplemented with regular canned milk!  I was surprised to discover our baby was a boy since this is what I thought we would have when I found out I was expecting.  He was so adorable!  So precious and such a delight to be able to hold him close!  He smelled so good and his skin and hair were silky soft.  I covered his tiny body with kisses and enjoyed all the little sounds he made.  How is it possible to miss someone so much whom I have never met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sm4UAZocTkI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/FT4rx8P7w8Y/s1600-h/3+colars+in+the+grass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sm4UAZocTkI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/FT4rx8P7w8Y/s400/3+colars+in+the+grass.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363246203357908546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sm4TyDhBWdI/AAAAAAAAAqI/r77h_sHE_io/s1600-h/Kabaas+and+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sm4TyDhBWdI/AAAAAAAAAqI/r77h_sHE_io/s400/Kabaas+and+I.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363245956903033298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John has been working on expanding the pasture for the calves.  He finished putting up the fence today and let the calves out to explore their new surroundings.  The calves loved it!  They were so cute eating, laying, and kicking up their heels in the new abundance of fresh grass.  I sat by Kabaas while he rested in the grass and rubbed his face and neck.  He acted like he enjoyed it and laid his head on my leg and licked my hand a few times.  He can act so tame but anytime we try to approach him when he is walking around, he trots off.  I took a bunch of pictures, but my favorites were these two that John took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-1272126754801360169?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/1272126754801360169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/cute-calves-out-to-pasture.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/1272126754801360169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/1272126754801360169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/cute-calves-out-to-pasture.html' title='Tornadoes, Dreams, and Cute Calves'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Sm4UvpZ8ZPI/AAAAAAAAAqY/dU5Ci7PiiFU/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-9065863371216749119</id><published>2009-07-26T14:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:17:23.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Blessings, 1 item to keep in prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Smyipdji72I/AAAAAAAAApg/IShUVC0mh-o/s1600-h/DSC_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Smyipdji72I/AAAAAAAAApg/IShUVC0mh-o/s400/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a delight to meet up with Aaron and Ruth and their happy son Elijah.&lt;br /&gt;Ruth's friendship has been such a treasure over the years and it was so fun to spend some time face to face :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Smyip-9ga7I/AAAAAAAAApo/1sGVjfUrbZM/s1600-h/DSC_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Smyip-9ga7I/AAAAAAAAApo/1sGVjfUrbZM/s400/DSC_0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first gift for our baby arrived via mail.  Mom sent this darling sweater and booties that she lovingly knitted.  So precious!!!  Can't you just see his/her tiny body wrapped up in them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having some challenges with my blood pressure.  It has always been low but pregnancy has enhanced it.  I am so thankful I've never thrown up or passed out, but there are times I feel really dizzy and weak and things get black if I change positions quickly.  I'm trying to drink a lot of water, eat a lot of salt, and get at least a short walk in each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for stopping by, have a great week :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-9065863371216749119?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/9065863371216749119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-blessings-1-item-to-keep-in-prayer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/9065863371216749119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/9065863371216749119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-blessings-1-item-to-keep-in-prayer.html' title='2 Blessings, 1 item to keep in prayer'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Smyipdji72I/AAAAAAAAApg/IShUVC0mh-o/s72-c/DSC_0187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-7461220581004170016</id><published>2009-07-20T12:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:51:52.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Food and Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pregnancy Observations at 7 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The first 5 bites of food taste the best -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everything has a scent (even good foods can smell bad) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pickles taste better than ice-cream -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Breakfast in bed helps start the day out right -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There aren't enough toilets in the world -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vitamins are gross (working on changing this) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It is possible to shiver even when others believe it is hot -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It is very easy to "weep with those who weep"-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Small acts of kindness mean so much!!! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- John is the Most Wonderful Husband in the world!!! -&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the pressure John is under, he tries so hard to meet my needs and keep me comfortable (and does very well at it).  Without a request from me, he has willingly helped or taken care of my responsibilities when I have been unable to do so.  He blesses me so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to having more energy so I can help carry his load!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-7461220581004170016?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/7461220581004170016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-food-and-feelings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/7461220581004170016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/7461220581004170016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-food-and-feelings.html' title='Of Food and Feelings'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-741465427883176825</id><published>2009-07-14T14:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:50:21.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Pilot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlzPkrdoisI/AAAAAAAAAn4/onX57JMHnUg/s1600-h/DSC_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlzPkrdoisI/AAAAAAAAAn4/onX57JMHnUg/s400/DSC_0115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlzPk-hyJyI/AAAAAAAAAoA/iRI79yYHXSc/s1600-h/Sisters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlzPk-hyJyI/AAAAAAAAAoA/iRI79yYHXSc/s400/Sisters.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlzPlNhyF6I/AAAAAAAAAoI/CcCM4pnSPPU/s1600-h/DSC_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlzPlNhyF6I/AAAAAAAAAoI/CcCM4pnSPPU/s400/DSC_0150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlzPlfyPYUI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/UYKvilQO_DM/s1600-h/DSC_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlzPlfyPYUI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/UYKvilQO_DM/s400/DSC_0161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-741465427883176825?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/741465427883176825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/mt-pilot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/741465427883176825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/741465427883176825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/mt-pilot.html' title='Mt. Pilot'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlzPkrdoisI/AAAAAAAAAn4/onX57JMHnUg/s72-c/DSC_0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-6866968754555556514</id><published>2009-07-13T16:26:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:52:45.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's first trip to Mayberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlubeEGYoLI/AAAAAAAAAnw/iaAaeB7abUw/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358047122486239410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlubeEGYoLI/AAAAAAAAAnw/iaAaeB7abUw/s400/DSC_0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SluaQC6a2II/AAAAAAAAAno/l7XVPNawNv0/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358045782137821314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SluaQC6a2II/AAAAAAAAAno/l7XVPNawNv0/s400/DSC_0108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SluZsCAA8EI/AAAAAAAAAnY/5_hrt2pZskY/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358045163417563202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SluZsCAA8EI/AAAAAAAAAnY/5_hrt2pZskY/s400/DSC_0095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SluYfngSphI/AAAAAAAAAmo/U9Tn6LiOAO0/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SluYfngSphI/AAAAAAAAAmo/U9Tn6LiOAO0/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SluYf4dtNGI/AAAAAAAAAmw/HlkL3GpYd54/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SluYf4dtNGI/AAAAAAAAAmw/HlkL3GpYd54/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SluYgU1SDPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/-Pto2gE3fjc/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SluYgU1SDPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/-Pto2gE3fjc/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SluYgrDrBFI/AAAAAAAAAnA/EclqXjyBw8s/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SluYgrDrBFI/AAAAAAAAAnA/EclqXjyBw8s/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Speed and family graciously opened their home to us for a few days after the wedding. It has been such a sweet blessing to spend time with them and rest in their beautiful home. Mrs. Speed took us to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mayberry&lt;/span&gt;, the town where Andy Griffith and Barney Fife kept peace (of course the series was filmed on a set vs. an actual town but it was inspired by the real North Carolina town of Mt. Arie). Mrs. Speed was an excellent tour guide. We ate a pork chop sandwich at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Snappys&lt;/span&gt;, bought candy at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Opie's&lt;/span&gt; candy store, got pictures in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sheriff's&lt;/span&gt; car, stopped in at the jail, drank a couple of knee highs (delicious sodas) and stopped off a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Floyed's&lt;/span&gt; Barber Shop. The town was adorable, the company was delightful, and I didn't lose my lunch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wha&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-6866968754555556514?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/6866968754555556514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/babys-first-trip-to-mayberry-st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/6866968754555556514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/6866968754555556514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/babys-first-trip-to-mayberry-st.html' title='Baby&apos;s first trip to Mayberry'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlubeEGYoLI/AAAAAAAAAnw/iaAaeB7abUw/s72-c/DSC_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-1754578643600409996</id><published>2009-07-13T01:52:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:43:20.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The making of a wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We Love you Andrew and Cynthia!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357830370524245682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlrWVcHlrrI/AAAAAAAAAls/geJ2NiMWrJA/s400/The+delight+of+Friends.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Beautiful Bride:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlrLwssRpeI/AAAAAAAAAjY/zFwwsN_R7wI/s400/The+Beautiful+Bride.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Photo Shoot: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357823671943220786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlrQPh9azjI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ut7-1zGJlvw/s400/The+photo+shoot.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="center"&gt;The Proud Parents:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlrLw3QHtXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ajc8ItiS5kM/s1600-h/The+Proud+Parents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlrLw3QHtXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ajc8ItiS5kM/s400/The+Proud+Parents.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Happy Bridesmaids:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlrLxL0n3yI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kPCeLULB1w0/s1600-h/The+happy+Bridesmaids.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlrLxL0n3yI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kPCeLULB1w0/s1600-h/The+happy+Bridesmaids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlrLxL0n3yI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kPCeLULB1w0/s400/The+happy+Bridesmaids.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Unforgetable Moments:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlrLxcj-w6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/Sg8tbunZoWE/s1600-h/The+Memorable+Moments.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlrLxcj-w6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/Sg8tbunZoWE/s400/The+Memorable+Moments.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dash to the Car:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357824787360309298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlrRQdNk4DI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ZjaEB3HXvQg/s400/The+charge+to+the+car.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-1754578643600409996?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/1754578643600409996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/making-of-wedding.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/1754578643600409996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/1754578643600409996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/making-of-wedding.html' title='The making of a wedding'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SlrWVcHlrrI/AAAAAAAAAls/geJ2NiMWrJA/s72-c/The+delight+of+Friends.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-6326362929256471358</id><published>2009-07-07T19:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:47:14.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To A Child Who Inquiers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;How did you come to me, my sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;From the land that no man knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Did Mr. Stork bring you here on his wings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Were you born in the heart of a rose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Did an angel fly with you down from the sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Were you found in a gooseberry patch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Did a fairy bring you from fairyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;To my door-that was left on a latch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;No-my darling born of a wonderful love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;A love that was Daddy's and mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;A love that was human, but deep and profound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;A love that was almost divine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you remember, sweetheart, when we went to the zoo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And we saw the big bear with a grouch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And the tigers and lions, and that tall kangaroo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That carried her babe in a pouch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you remember I told you she kept them there safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;From the cold and the wind, till they grew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Big enough to take care of themselves? And dear heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That's just how I first cared for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I carried you under my heart, my sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And I sheltered you safe from alarms;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Then one wonderful day our dear God looked down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And I snuggled you tight in my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;OLGA PETROVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-6326362929256471358?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/6326362929256471358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-child-who-inquiers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/6326362929256471358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/6326362929256471358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-child-who-inquiers.html' title='To A Child Who Inquiers'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-1446787631636096157</id><published>2009-07-06T10:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:12:45.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are doing well...  I am trying to get things done (like laundry and weeding) despite this load of sleepiness.  Despite my goal of Not having morning sickness, I've been feeling quite nauseous.  I kept John up last night, trying to get comfortable, trying not to barf.  I think it was probably eating too much sugar yesterday, or not getting enough sleep, or not drinking enough, or taking my nasty vitamins too close to bedtime.  Whatever it was, I feel quite ready to Not have any more ice-cream the whole 9 months after last night! :-)  (you may need to remind me of that!)  Pickles taste better anyways!&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;We now have a total of 4 calves.  John picked up the last 3 last Thursday night and they have been a handful!  They are still on a bottle and it is quite the feeding frenzy trying to keep all of them occupied with their own bottle.  They pull at the bottle, shake their head up and down and side to side, and do everything they can to try to get as much milk as they can (while doing aerobics at the same time, while they step on your feet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first calf has been doing great munching on grass.  He seems so mature and calm compared to the new three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John got up an electric fence and it is so sweet to see them out in the sun in their little pasture.  Eventually he will make it bigger for them but this small area has helped them learn to respect the electricity.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;John and I have been reading through name books and have decided that we like more boy names than girl names.  It's funny how influenced we are by people we know with a name we like.  It may have the best meaning and have such a likeable sounding name, but if the person we know isn't likeable... it pretty much kills it for us!  But it works nicely the other way too, some names we probably wouldn't have considered but because we know someone nice etc. it adds a new shine to it.  One name we really like has two opposite meanings depending on which book you look in :-D  Thankfully, we [almost always] like the same names :-)&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Hope your day is Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-1446787631636096157?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/1446787631636096157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/1446787631636096157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/1446787631636096157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-7667772198058889307</id><published>2009-06-30T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:59:16.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkrC84E4JoI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Y0T1YO-DuBI/s1600-h/DSC_0002-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkrC84E4JoI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Y0T1YO-DuBI/s320/DSC_0002-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend gave me some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;maternity&lt;/span&gt; clothes tonight so I decided to try to create a preview of what is coming :-D  Somehow, I think my belly may be just a bit larger...&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-7667772198058889307?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/7667772198058889307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/06/preview.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/7667772198058889307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/7667772198058889307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/06/preview.html' title='preview'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkrC84E4JoI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Y0T1YO-DuBI/s72-c/DSC_0002-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-3536764044182612872</id><published>2009-06-30T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:47:26.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Skp5OIEYHYI/AAAAAAAAAio/HOlHOPEmNbM/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Skp5OIEYHYI/AAAAAAAAAio/HOlHOPEmNbM/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;At 5 weeks, our baby is the size of a sesame seed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is such a fun link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/slideshow-baby-size"&gt;www.babycenter.com/slideshow-baby-size&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/slideshow-baby-size#1246394294609_4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-3536764044182612872?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/3536764044182612872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-baby_30.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/3536764044182612872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/3536764044182612872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-baby_30.html' title='Our Baby'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/Skp5OIEYHYI/AAAAAAAAAio/HOlHOPEmNbM/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-6249057983393981052</id><published>2009-06-30T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:05:02.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And now... the REAL reason for this blog...</title><content type='html'>John and I are Parents!!! We just found out that a precious life has been growing in my womb!!! We are Thrilled!!! Before we knew about this gift, I read a poem that has become very precious to me. It doesn't matter whether we have a girl or boy, the anticipation and excitement in this poem still applies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;To My Unborn Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"My son!" What simple, beautiful words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"My boy!" What a wonderful phrase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We're counting the months till you come to us-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The months, and the weeks, and the days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"The new little stranger," some babes are called,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But that's not what you're going to be;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;With double my virtues and half my faults,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You can't be a stranger to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Your mother is straight as a sapling plant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The cleanest and best of her clan-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You're bone of her bone, and flesh of her flesh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And, by heaven, we'll make you a man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Soon I shall take you in two strong arms-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You that shall howl for joy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;With a simple, passionate, wonderful pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Because you are just-my boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And you shall lie in your mother's arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And croon at your mother's breast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And I shall thank God I am there to shield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The two that I love the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A wonderful thing is a breaking wave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And sweet is the scent of spring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But the silent voice of an unborn babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Is God's most beautiful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We're listening now to that silent voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And waiting, your mother and I-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Waiting to welcome the fruit of our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When you come to us by and by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We're hungry to show you a wonderful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;With wonderful things to be done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We're aching to give you the best of us both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And we're lonely for you-my son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;CAPTIN CYRIL MORTON THORNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-6249057983393981052?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/6249057983393981052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-now-real-reason-for-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/6249057983393981052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/6249057983393981052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-now-real-reason-for-this-blog.html' title='And now... the REAL reason for this blog...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-8540359584900306587</id><published>2009-06-30T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:39:21.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabaas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkpaLp_PEtI/AAAAAAAAAiU/GqISCPhVYZg/s1600-h/DSC_0085-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkpaLp_PEtI/AAAAAAAAAiU/GqISCPhVYZg/s400/DSC_0085-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;One of God's gifts has been our 4 week old Jersy calf.  He is so adorable!  A local farmer gave him to us after he had been with his mother for 3 weeks.  Despite missing his mama, he has started to bond with us.  He loves to have his cheeks and neck rubbed and bawls when we leave.  In a few days we will pick up 3 more calves which will help him not be so lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-8540359584900306587?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/8540359584900306587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/06/kabaas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/8540359584900306587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/8540359584900306587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/06/kabaas.html' title='Kabaas'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkpaLp_PEtI/AAAAAAAAAiU/GqISCPhVYZg/s72-c/DSC_0085-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502202758606942370.post-8449818959684925649</id><published>2009-06-30T11:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:58:27.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason for this blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkpDuw3BDZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/TOVFSJyP4vg/s1600-h/Happy!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353165577751956882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkpDuw3BDZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/TOVFSJyP4vg/s320/Happy!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greetings! Thank you for visiting our new blog! This blog is to represent the graciousness of God in our lives and family. John means gracious and when you combine my first and middle name it means beloved gift of grace. We are continually amazed by God's goodness to us and are so excited to have a place to share it with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502202758606942370-8449818959684925649?l=godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/feeds/8449818959684925649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/06/reason-for-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/8449818959684925649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502202758606942370/posts/default/8449818959684925649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgraciousgifts.blogspot.com/2009/06/reason-for-this-blog.html' title='The reason for this blog'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850532601327458903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkqR8RP33GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/pk6Y4_DesNk/S220/happy-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfu5CDEHGmo/SkpDuw3BDZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/TOVFSJyP4vg/s72-c/Happy!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
