<?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-3276296791156990864</id><updated>2011-10-17T08:58:31.840-07:00</updated><category term='Book Review'/><category term='goals'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='grief'/><category term='faith'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='family'/><category term='thankfulness'/><title type='text'>Simply Called</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-812783086001471003</id><published>2011-08-14T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T20:02:16.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankfulness'/><title type='text'>Today I Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>391) the very quiet comforting sound of HOME after many, many weeks of busy&lt;br /&gt;392) friends who drop by for a visit and bring ice cream :)&lt;br /&gt;393) little butterflies and frogs painted on my girls faces...&lt;br /&gt;394) popcorn, butter and salt...the perfect trio&lt;br /&gt;395) new haircut on long brown haired girl...and a special donation to someone in need&lt;br /&gt;396) new friends at cafe...and time spent with long time friends too!&lt;br /&gt;397) wedding...fireworks: a special night with Mitch and Amanda&lt;br /&gt;398) slowing down...what a wonderful thought&lt;br /&gt;399) the graciousness of our Lord and Saviour&lt;br /&gt;400) a family dinner tonight...good food, great conversation and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-812783086001471003?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/812783086001471003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-i-give-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/812783086001471003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/812783086001471003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-i-give-thanks.html' title='Today I Give Thanks'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-6626725060284968565</id><published>2011-05-05T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T16:02:05.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>A moment of thankfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1G5blyM1ieo/TcMrPnWKKGI/AAAAAAAAATs/D0kiWsiH3YM/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603369908638984290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1G5blyM1ieo/TcMrPnWKKGI/AAAAAAAAATs/D0kiWsiH3YM/s320/blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This afternoon I was thankful for my guys who cut and edged the lawn.....there certainly is something to be said for a fresh cut yard!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TeOCeLCuxPI/TcMsCeYngUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/123Ly2iE9hk/s1600/blog%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603370782406705474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TeOCeLCuxPI/TcMsCeYngUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/123Ly2iE9hk/s320/blog%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This evening I am thankful for my children sharing a basketball game with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vg_wvDvNZjQ/TcMsCphV5wI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9xF0FRrUwI/s1600/tea%2Bblog%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603370785396090626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vg_wvDvNZjQ/TcMsCphV5wI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9xF0FRrUwI/s320/tea%2Bblog%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I will be thankful for a hot cup of tea, a good book and a comfy chair next to the fireplace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&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/3276296791156990864-6626725060284968565?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/6626725060284968565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/05/moment-of-thankfulness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/6626725060284968565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/6626725060284968565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/05/moment-of-thankfulness.html' title='A moment of thankfulness'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1G5blyM1ieo/TcMrPnWKKGI/AAAAAAAAATs/D0kiWsiH3YM/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-752008525439990711</id><published>2011-04-12T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T13:59:44.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>A Tuesday List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;381) the smell of bar b que and homemade flour tortillas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;382) dinner at friends....time spent chatting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;383) NyQuil...for hubby...the coughing, sneezing, runny nose medicine...that works! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;384) birthday girl...so many candles! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;385) graduations for same girl....dresses to choose, shoes too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;386) books ordered for school next year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;387) laundry done...and put away! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;388) the sounds of basketballs bouncing out our window...ya gotta love spring! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;389) robins in the grass &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;390) late night walks with friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-752008525439990711?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/752008525439990711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/04/tuesday-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>371) my hubby painting the basement...love it!!! 372) popcorn and movies for a date night last night 373) great friends who gave us a night off on friday....thank you! 374) my washing machine...fixed by hubby! 375) school supplies that were given to me....so wonderful! 376) little lobster crafts on my fridge....made by blond haired little one 377) holding a little precious bundle for a few moments on Sunday! 378) a clean foyer....just love walking into a de-cluttered foyer! 379) new orchids and tulips from friends! 380) sunshine and spring days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-3177913381405075433?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/3177913381405075433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/03/thankfulness-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/3177913381405075433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/3177913381405075433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/03/thankfulness-continues.html' title='thankfulness continues....'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-4938075923870318073</id><published>2011-03-17T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:02:30.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My plan of attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When asked to tell what the usual signs of spring are most people would respond by talking about the robins chirping or buds on trees, maybe the grass starting to green or the last lonely snowball melting in the front yard. Around our house today we knew that spring had arrived a few days early...and this was the tell tale sign, I looked out my front window and there it was...the mob...about 8 boys were coming up the driveway climbing over the rock wall...with Nerf guns slung over their back. Spring had arrived...the days of sleds being carried to the backyard was once again replaced with high powered Nerf guns and bullets everywhere...and I can once again listen to plans of attack out my kitchen window...aah the sounds of spring! So tomorrow when the temps continue to rise, I will have my own plan of attack....chocolate chip cookies...to feed the mob...&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/3276296791156990864-4938075923870318073?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/4938075923870318073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-plan-of-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/4938075923870318073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/4938075923870318073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-plan-of-attack.html' title='My plan of attack!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-5868863040614973046</id><published>2011-03-11T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:29:35.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>39 years and counting</title><content type='html'>Today is my mom and dads 39th anniversary...and I am thankful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;360.  for two parents that have continually shown me how to love&lt;br /&gt;361.  cake at my brothers house...laughter...tears running down our faces...corn syrup&lt;br /&gt;362.  peace&lt;br /&gt;363.  my dads voice through the phone...my moms hug from close...anniversary miles apart...but hearts close&lt;br /&gt;364.  snow days...for mommies!&lt;br /&gt;365.  the sears repair man...fixing my washing machine&lt;br /&gt;366.  giant snowballs taller than boys&lt;br /&gt;367.  driving tests passed&lt;br /&gt;368.  babies&lt;br /&gt;369.  my husband...my friend and love&lt;br /&gt;370.  soft pink sheets...quilts and rugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish is that you too may be thankful for the little things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-5868863040614973046?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/5868863040614973046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/03/39-years-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/5868863040614973046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/5868863040614973046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/03/39-years-and-counting.html' title='39 years and counting'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-1582452188777011100</id><published>2011-03-09T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T12:01:23.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>Hubby....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its not valentines day....or our anniversary....but just a rainy Spring day and yet today as I think about what I am thankful for...my thoughts can't help but wander to how thankful I am for you... my dear wonderful husband.  I am proud to be your wife....I love who you are and the strength of character that you possess.  You are consistently the same giving, thoughtful man to the stranger on the street or our children, day in and day out.  I am thankful that you choose us...everyday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You choose to be attentive...here...and joyful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For this I am grateful and I cherish the wonderful memories that we share.  I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/3276296791156990864-1582452188777011100?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/1582452188777011100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/03/hubby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/1582452188777011100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/1582452188777011100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/03/hubby.html' title='Hubby....'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-1177060350259804797</id><published>2011-02-16T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T07:53:06.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review:  Sabbath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was really looking forward to reviewing the new book by Dan B &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Allender&lt;/span&gt;, Sabbath, from the ancient practices series.  It seems in the last few years I have been drawn to studying about the Sabbath.  I have researched the Saturday verses Sunday opinions and was hoping to gain some new insights into some of these issues.   I also am fully aware as a Christian that we are to be keeping the Sabbath and was hoping to find some clear indications on Biblical references for this.  I found the book useful in helping the reader to learn that the Sabbath is a time to rest taking pleasure in  Gods' creation, but I found this book to be lacking in much depth.  I am also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; with a few of the 'grey area' issues that arise in this book...let's just say that I will not be donating it to my church library.  I was given this book for purpose of review by Thomas Nelsons blog review program.  I am thankful that I am able to give my honest review.  I would give this book 2 stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-1177060350259804797?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/1177060350259804797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/02/book-review-sabbath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/1177060350259804797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/1177060350259804797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/02/book-review-sabbath.html' title='Book Review:  Sabbath'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-4192641141913116993</id><published>2011-02-01T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:52:19.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>Thankfulness....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;350) I am thankful for my two beautiful daughters...I am having so much fun doing Zumba with both of you! One day I might be able to do the Zumba Shake..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;351) Watching the children swim in the water...cousins playing and laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;352) baby born...beautiful little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;353) snow days...listening as my children hear the news and hearing shouts of joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;354) dear hubby cleaning the garage....fixing the piano bench....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;355) prospects of sleeping in...a snow day for mama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;356) listening to the sounds of music filling my house day and night...guitars, drums, piano..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;357) protection for my little ones....story to follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;358) cereal storers??? The hotel like cereal dispensers...awesome buy at the Pottery Barn Outlet....it just makes you want to eat cereal in the morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;359) mom who stays at our house and organizes all of our cupboards while we are gone....All my towels are folded the same way and in neat piles....love it....and my plants are so happy too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-4192641141913116993?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/4192641141913116993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/02/thankfulness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/4192641141913116993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/4192641141913116993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/02/thankfulness.html' title='Thankfulness....'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-2290602365012198197</id><published>2011-01-20T13:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:29:43.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are on vacation in Texas, and have been having a lovely time.  We have played many a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uno&lt;/span&gt; Flash game and read lots of books.  As a family we are reading Under the Overpass...and I am enjoying the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; perspective as they learn how the unfortunate among us live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For supper today we are making &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zuppa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tuscana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Caesar&lt;/span&gt; salad..and fresh bread!  just before supper my hubby and myself are going to go for a massage....talk about luxury! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vacation is great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-2290602365012198197?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/2290602365012198197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/01/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/2290602365012198197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/2290602365012198197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-1952024501277167671</id><published>2011-01-15T23:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T00:02:13.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It has been raining for four days here in texas on our vacation. Four days....&lt;br /&gt;Sure we have found things to do to pass the time...like swimming in the pool...reading..lots of reading, and zumba and movies in the evening. We have even spent a little time shopping. But we are very anxious to see the sunshine come through the clouds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have been blessed with a fast internet connection...much faster than it has been for awhile. With out betraying my age too much it is reminding me of a time that does not seem that long ago when we had dial up and I would load a page...and then boil the kettle....and then come back to check and then finally as I sat down with my tea...I could check my mail. Good Times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this evening after I put the children to bed, I checked my mail...and I could not believe it ...it was so fast...and then I started to get 'caught up' on some of my favorite blogs...and as I was reading I followed a link to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewife.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this site about a dear woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...and as I was reading my heart broke.&lt;br /&gt;She is a wife, homeschooling mom, and writer and her name is Joanne...and she is fighting for her life...if you are so inclined head over to her site and take a quick peek...the last few posts are from her husband as she had a stroke earlier this week. People all over the U.S. are praying for them...and because of this thing we call the web people all over the world will be praying for her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I headed over to another site...I had met one of the ladies at Relevant and so I checked out her blog again and she linked to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeingraceblog.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this other blogger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; who lost every material thing they owned in a house fire the tuesday before Christmas.....again...heart break...praying for the family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is continuing to pour outside....it is wet and messy - Sometimes life can be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first story I mentioned about has asked everyone to read Ps 27 as this verse is the one that they are praying over Joanne. So I am posting it here...so you too might take a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 27&lt;br /&gt;Of David.&lt;br /&gt;1The LORD is my light and my salvation—&lt;br /&gt;whom shall I fear?&lt;br /&gt;The LORD is the stronghold of my life—&lt;br /&gt;of whom shall I be afraid?&lt;br /&gt;2When evil men advance against me&lt;br /&gt;to devour my flesh,a&lt;br /&gt;when my enemies and my foes attack me,&lt;br /&gt;they will stumble and fall.&lt;br /&gt;3Though an army besiege me,&lt;br /&gt;my heart will not fear;&lt;br /&gt;though war break out against me,&lt;br /&gt;even then will I be confident.&lt;br /&gt;4One thing I ask of the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;this is what I seek:&lt;br /&gt;that I may dwell in the house of the LORD&lt;br /&gt;all the days of my life,&lt;br /&gt;to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD&lt;br /&gt;and to seek him in his temple.&lt;br /&gt;5For in the day of trouble&lt;br /&gt;he will keep me safe in his dwelling;&lt;br /&gt;he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle&lt;br /&gt;and set me high upon a rock.&lt;br /&gt;6Then my head will be exalted&lt;br /&gt;above the enemies who surround me;&lt;br /&gt;at his tabernacle will I sacrifice with shouts of joy;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing and make music to the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;7Hear my voice when I call, O LORD;&lt;br /&gt;be merciful to me and answer me.&lt;br /&gt;8My heart says of you, “Seek his face!”&lt;br /&gt;Your face, LORD, I will seek.&lt;br /&gt;9Do not hide your face from me,&lt;br /&gt;do not turn your servant away in anger;&lt;br /&gt;you have been my helper.&lt;br /&gt;Do not reject me or forsake me,&lt;br /&gt;O God my Savior.&lt;br /&gt;10Though my father and mother forsake me,&lt;br /&gt;the LORD will receive me.&lt;br /&gt;11Teach me your way, O LORD;&lt;br /&gt;lead me in a straight path&lt;br /&gt;because of my oppressors.&lt;br /&gt;12Do not turn me over to the desire of my foes,&lt;br /&gt;for false witnesses rise up against me,&lt;br /&gt;breathing out violence.&lt;br /&gt;13I am still confident of this:&lt;br /&gt;I will see the goodness of the LORD&lt;br /&gt;in the land of the living.&lt;br /&gt;14Wait for the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;be strong and take heart&lt;br /&gt;and wait for the LORD. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And though it rains tonight....I am praying that the sun will soon shine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/3276296791156990864-1952024501277167671?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/1952024501277167671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/01/rambling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/1952024501277167671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/1952024501277167671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/01/rambling.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-3025089646869108539</id><published>2011-01-14T12:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T12:50:06.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>I am thankful!</title><content type='html'>We are enjoying our little vacation away...together in our cozy motor home...lots of laughs and lots of memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;341)  babies born..babies soon to be born...and babies to come...just announced..congrats to my cousins!   (looks like my arms will be full...and I might just get my baby fix!)&lt;br /&gt;342)  enjoying dinner with family and friends&lt;br /&gt;343)  zumba----with my girls...boy do we have fun! (although if people are peering into our motor home windows they probably are getting a good laugh!)&lt;br /&gt;344)  my church family...miss you guys so much!&lt;br /&gt;345)  my niece who is doing so great...Nana has that effect on me too!!!&lt;br /&gt;346)  Christmas presents from grandparents...pottery wheels..punch art...so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;347)  old episodes of the Cosby show...watching my little ones dissolve in laughter just like I used too every single Thursday evening...&lt;br /&gt;348)  my hubby&lt;br /&gt;349)  dinner at my cousins before we left...lots of food, and great conversation!  Miss ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-3025089646869108539?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/3025089646869108539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/3025089646869108539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/3025089646869108539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-thankful.html' title='I am thankful!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-5779159060521127127</id><published>2011-01-06T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:15:48.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Making Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My family has always been known for making music.  My grandfather was an amazing violinist who used to play for the silent movies.  He told tales of how his teacher would hold out a huge darning needle at the edge of his elbow, just waiting for him to make too broad of an arm movement.  He also told of all the fun he had playing at  the fiddling contests.  We would watch the glimmer in his eyes as he picked up his instrument as it found its home in his hands. His children all sing and play the piano or the guitar, and we have had many hours of entertainment during my childhood. Many of my cousins play instruments and every time we get together we always get out the instruments and start to sing, and always the favorites are played.  We usually call out the next songs...always..'Pool', 'the cookie jar song,' '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goofus&lt;/span&gt;,' the lop eared mule', the piano man' and many others.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tonight while on vacation in Florida we joined in with my mom and dads &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; night music group.  Many of the old time songs were played.  We enjoyed a beautiful rendition of a poem titled, The Masters Hand...which talks about how an old violin was going to auction and it was only bringing a small fee, until  someone walked up and started to play the violin, sweetly and softly...and as she played the auctioneer continued and the price went up considerably...you see in the masters hand the violin made beautiful music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and I could  not help but remember how quiet my grandfathers violin was the day of his funeral,  this was the same instrument that made music and brought all of his grandchildren running into the living room by the piano listening at his feet...feet that tapped out the time.  This violin was silent...with nobody to play it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So tonight as we sat listening to all of the musicians playing...I watched proudly as all four of our children got up and played a song for the crowd.  We had a piano player and three on guitars...and I realized that the music that has always been a part of our family gatherings will live on.  Most of my cousins children play instruments...we have a young violinist, and many guitar players, some amazing drummers and many beautiful singers in this next generation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only difference that I see in this generation is that they do not seem to mind playing in front of people....I asked my little 6 year old how she felt playing in front of the fifty or so people there tonight...and she just shrugged and said, "no problem, I will be playing in front of much more people one day."    So I sat and watched and clapped and saw my youngest boy tapping out the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt; just like my grandpa, and saw the glimmer in my daughters eyes...and new memories were made.&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/3276296791156990864-5779159060521127127?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/5779159060521127127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/01/making-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/5779159060521127127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/5779159060521127127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/01/making-music.html' title='Making Music'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-6039923004481133463</id><published>2011-01-02T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:45:06.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>It's been a long time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been a long time...we have had some health issues in our extended family...and it has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;consumed&lt;/span&gt; most of my thoughts and prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am thankful that we have been blessed to have many family and friends praying for us in this time. I have been tired and emotionally drained. My eyes have welled up many times over the past month or so, sometimes it takes me by surprise and most of the time I do not even know why, they just do. I am thankful that I have Someone to lean on, Someone that is greater and knows the answers to the questions. I am also thankful for our family, and the close bond we share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank goodness for long distance phone plans....they have provided hours of instant communication when the miles apart are long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So today I am thankful...we do not have all the answers but we have many things to be thankful for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;331) a day full of friendship and family...just the way I like it best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;332) a sparkling ring-a smiling couple-a brand new adventure just waiting to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;333) toothless grin and blue eyes sparkling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;334) 3 brand new puppies....too cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;335) pizza at my brothers...the fresh make your own not from a box kind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;336) worship service this morning... Pastor Nathans amazing piano during&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; How Great Thou Art!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my eyes could not help but water...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;337) Welcome kisses from one of the most beautiful one year old girls I know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;338) sitting on the couch with my very special niece....I treasured our time together today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;339) enjoying the beautiful pink sunset tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;340) enjoying the simple things today...thankful for a quiet restful day.&lt;/span&gt;&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/3276296791156990864-6039923004481133463?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/6039923004481133463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/6039923004481133463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/6039923004481133463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time....'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-8083355978937286440</id><published>2010-10-31T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:57:06.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>For these things, I give thanks</title><content type='html'>321)  hot tea made by my dear husband in my favorite double walled glasses&lt;br /&gt;322)  braiding my blond haired girls hair after she has a hot soak in the tub&lt;br /&gt;323)  books signed by authors and dear friends who bless me with them!&lt;br /&gt;324)  cuddling precious &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; baby and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; eve blessing for the evening&lt;br /&gt;325)  quiet walks in the woods (with all the children)&lt;br /&gt;326)  watching said children try to knock down a huge tree....that had partially fallen...team&lt;br /&gt;           work!&lt;br /&gt;327)  dear hubby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vacuuming&lt;/span&gt; after little ones party...thank you..thank you..thank you!&lt;br /&gt;328)  16 cans of silly string...16 children...6 parents...and lots of laughter!&lt;br /&gt;329)  six birthday candles...pretty in pink!&lt;br /&gt;330)  simply being home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-8083355978937286440?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/8083355978937286440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-these-things-i-give-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/8083355978937286440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/8083355978937286440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-these-things-i-give-thanks.html' title='For these things, I give thanks'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-1689132184103676941</id><published>2010-09-29T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T20:15:30.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I am thankful for:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;311)  my wonderful hubby, whose embrace makes my heart melt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;312)  two extra kiddos for the past few days.....they add sunshine to our home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;313)  the kiddos mama....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; friend she is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;314)  ladies at the cafe...I love the laughter you guys bring to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;315)  the church family...the after party....I think its the best part!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;316)  the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relevant&lt;/span&gt; conference...and my hubby who encouraged my to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;317)  getting into a groove with the kids reading lists this week....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;318)  simple, quiet times...and answers to prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;319)  laughter and joy, may our home be filled with both everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;320)  the car with the tilt...another blessing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-1689132184103676941?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/1689132184103676941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/09/gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/1689132184103676941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/1689132184103676941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/09/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-882789420881019908</id><published>2010-09-18T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T19:04:43.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Bring the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The drops are steadily falling against the window pane, and I hear the constant beating of the rain. It is unexpected, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forcast&lt;/span&gt; called for a sunny day and yet the water falls. This mirrors how I have been feeling lately, I don't know if it is because I have been reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2010/09/why-its-only-experiencing-god-that-can.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; posts from Ann these last few weeks, about her trip with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I have an unexpected restless feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been on missions trips, and I too have looked into the eyes of the hurting. My heart has beat love into the broken and I have read the unspoken look of thanksgiving from a mothers eyes. I too have smelled the dirt, which is sometimes how we have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;described&lt;/span&gt; it to others. You can see the pictures, and feel touched, you can hear the stories and be moved to give...but once you smell the dirt of the country, the people of that country never leave your soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So this past week I have looked at the pictures and I have read the stories and memories come flooding back. I look at the shingled roofs next door and I remember the steel roof my husband built for the man in the wheel chair down in the squatters village. The trailer that our church donated for a young couple to have a home of their own and a new future. The children playing in the streets with a balloon, a most treasured prize. The memories touch my heart. And my eyes well up. My heart is heavy. Today, I read a post that explains it all...how when you go to the ones in need...you see the heart of God. Upon returning home it is difficult to enjoy the blessings of this first world country and I too struggle with seeing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaungroves.com/2010/09/after-poverty/#comment-31062"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the Poverty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And yet after I read &lt;a href="http://shaungroves.com/2010/09/after-poverty/#comment-31062"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;...my heart is encouraged, and I look out the window and see the sun peaking through. In this first world country I begin to remember the youth at the soup kitchen, the cans collected for the food bank and the money given to ones in need. My heart remembers the supper for the migrant workers and yard sales for the people in Mexico. I look around and I see the Son shining through and my heart is again full.&lt;/span&gt;&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/3276296791156990864-882789420881019908?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/882789420881019908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/09/bring-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/882789420881019908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/882789420881019908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/09/bring-rain.html' title='Bring the Rain'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-5184866463040333296</id><published>2010-09-09T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:18:43.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>I am thankful for...</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;301)  the blessing of having a mother and father that encouraged and challenged me to be a compassionate young lady, sending me on missions trips, and instilling the values of a Christian heritage...even when it was not popular&lt;br /&gt;302)  the most handsome boy in the youth group, believing in me...and choosing ME to be his bride so many years ago&lt;br /&gt;303)  the blessing of homeschooling our children...I truly cherish the time I am able to spend with my kids, and I even enjoy math this year&lt;br /&gt;304)  gifts from friends, cards and notes...thoughts&lt;br /&gt;305)  new babies soon to be--I can not wait to hold little one in my arms&lt;br /&gt;306)  busy work schedules coming to an end...I will be thankful for normal&lt;br /&gt;307)  monarch butterflies and grandpas that buy butterfly nets and run and catch them with little ones&lt;br /&gt;308)  screen porches at camp, and hubby who made it happen&lt;br /&gt;309)  eating outdoors, campfire and smores....sharing with friends and family&lt;br /&gt;310)  windows being open, and cool night breeze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-5184866463040333296?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/5184866463040333296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-thankful-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/5184866463040333296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/5184866463040333296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I am thankful for...'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-4754141728495209578</id><published>2010-08-03T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:30:17.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>291)  pink baseball mitt, black top hat and lopsided grin&lt;br /&gt;292)  precious new bunnies, cradled in tiny hands&lt;br /&gt;293)  the sound of music....daily in our home, hands of all sizes blending the chorus of life&lt;br /&gt;294)  history lessons on the swing at camp...&lt;br /&gt;295)  bacon and eggs, swimming and swinging, cousins...the stuff memories are made of&lt;br /&gt;296)  my husband...the hardworking man you are, today and everyday you bless this family&lt;br /&gt;297)  the fun we had at the Amazing Race...thanks for all of the hard work to those who made it happen...you know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;298)  roller coasters....long brown haired girls daring grin, and little man designs...they both make me smile&lt;br /&gt;299)  our counties bounty...fresh corn on the cob, green peppers, onions, melons, peaches and so much more....&lt;br /&gt;300)  the joy habit...this crazy adventure that allows me to take notice of all the little things and for every one thing I write about there is at least ten I notice, the smell of little ones hair freshly washed, the sound of my husband sleeping beside me , the gentle and quiet laugh of oldest son teaching his baby sister how to swim, and the amazing closeness of the children as they play in their cousins pool...these things that I journal just scratch the surface of what I am grateful for...we truly are so blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-4754141728495209578?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/4754141728495209578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/08/291-pink-baseball-mitt-black-top-hat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/4754141728495209578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/4754141728495209578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/08/291-pink-baseball-mitt-black-top-hat.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-1741342047652897475</id><published>2010-07-20T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:51:47.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>281)  nail polish and daughters&lt;br /&gt;282)  the smell of baby clothes from the dryer (not for me....sigh)&lt;br /&gt;283)  laughter from the backyard as boys, boys and more boys play war...hide and seek and tag&lt;br /&gt;284)  swimming pool fun&lt;br /&gt;285)  planning weekends away...rides, camping and smores&lt;br /&gt;286)  flowers on the table&lt;br /&gt;287)  blueberry muffins baked by long haired girl...yum&lt;br /&gt;288)  simple...quiet...days&lt;br /&gt;289)  new Bible...The Voice...I LOVE IT&lt;br /&gt;290)  my dear hubby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-1741342047652897475?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/1741342047652897475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/07/list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/1741342047652897475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/1741342047652897475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/07/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-6945050895935651280</id><published>2010-06-22T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:08:50.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>Today, I am thankful for...</title><content type='html'>271) I am thankful for my husband, who has been working hard getting the motor home ready for some summer adventures...&lt;br /&gt;272) wonderful meal cooked by long brown haired girl...yum yum... bacon wrapped cheese stuffed meatloaf, crispy oven baked potatoes...great job!&lt;br /&gt;273) swimming pools and nice neighbors...thanks for letting the kids get cooled off!&lt;br /&gt;274) calculators, with the amount of numbers I have been crunching...&lt;br /&gt;275) mom close by..loving on her grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;276) schoolwork coming to a close...great work guys!&lt;br /&gt;277) birds 'dusting' in the garden...&lt;br /&gt;278) wind chimes in summer&lt;br /&gt;279) campsites with family&lt;br /&gt;280) the sound of music...guitars, piano and drums...I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-6945050895935651280?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/6945050895935651280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-i-am-thankful-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/6945050895935651280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/6945050895935651280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='Today, I am thankful for...'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-6668288571341475625</id><published>2010-06-06T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:07:26.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>A time to be thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we have much to be thankful for...last night there was some very crazy winds around here.  The reports have mentioned tornadoes, and at the very least straight line winds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so thankful that all of our loved ones were safe through out the night, as trees and power lines seemed to be everywhere!  We are very thankful for the safety of Nana and Papa as they weathered the storm in their camping trailer....so here starts this weeks list-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;261)  safety for our loved ones through storms...literal and physical!&lt;br /&gt;262)  &lt;a href="http://faithfamilyfriends-rivest.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-wish-list.html"&gt;Christmas baby &lt;/a&gt;singing in church with us this morning&lt;br /&gt;263)  graduation parties...so proud!&lt;br /&gt;264)  play practices for the little ones&lt;br /&gt;265)  quiet afternoon, snuggling with hubby&lt;br /&gt;266)  math....officially done for this year...&lt;br /&gt;267)  brothers family putting on a wonderful dinner for us tonight...yum!&lt;br /&gt;268)  white roses for long brown haired girl&lt;br /&gt;269)  birthday party for brown eyed girl this week....can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;270)  hugs from my adorable young lady....thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we start our new week....may it be filled with many moments of joy, peace and love.  Give the precious people in your life an extra special squeeze today....take time to give thanks to the one who created you......enjoy the possibilities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-6668288571341475625?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/6668288571341475625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-to-be-thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/6668288571341475625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/6668288571341475625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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the morning&lt;br /&gt;257)  hardworking husband that spent time doing jobs around the house today&lt;br /&gt;258)  going to the movies with my family...and yes that means honorary family too&lt;br /&gt;259)  holding little precious bundle of joy today...so sweet&lt;br /&gt;260)  poutine and pogos...ice cream at the beach...perfect day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-5835542451188209466?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/5835542451188209466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-much-to-be-thankful-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;241)  walking in the 'jungle'  watching small children search and find every puddle...and then...JUMP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;242)  youth conventions...worship, teaching....memories (thanks for those who took care of my boy!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;243)  hubby blessing me with an accountant to do my taxes.....pure joy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;244)  warm butter tarts coming out of the oven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;245)  watching movies late into the evening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;246)  our town library....a homeschooling dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;247)   first tooth lost....beautiful grin.....smile so wide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;248)  robins, bunnies and foxes....a little bit of wildlife seen over here in our not so rural area!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;249)  a &lt;a href="http://gbfchurch.net/sermons"&gt;message of JOY&lt;/a&gt;...isn't technology wonderful?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;250)  my marriage&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/3276296791156990864-5448963969960185443?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/5448963969960185443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-choose-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/5448963969960185443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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everything...so here goes, I am thankful for the down time I have experienced because of this chest cold....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;232) &lt;a href="http://faithfamilyfriends-rivest.blogspot.com/2010/04/homemade-pizza.html"&gt;home made pizza &lt;/a&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;233) cafe night on Wednesdays...lots of laughs, yummy food....and babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;234) my wonderful and strong builder husband...warming towels in the dryer to wrap around me when I had the chills last night...my heart beats strong for you...thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;235) so many books...so little time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;236) the sound of belly laughter, I will never get tired of hearing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;237) the weekend...quiet refreshing weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;238) my mom, you make my heart proud! I love you so very much. Thank you for giving me a privileged childhood...and adulthood...You are the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;239) robins, bunnies, and worms....it makes looking out the window so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;240) family birthday parties this weekend....Happy Birthday brown haired girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-2163131278523748399?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/2163131278523748399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/05/simple-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/2163131278523748399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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movie with my family...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;223)  young man of mine, cutting grass for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;224)  planting garden with little one, looking at seeds and the wonder of it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;225)  precious brown haired girls tears as she says goodbye to special friend, I am thankful because she loves much!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;226)  pie night at church...the giving of pennies...friends, yummy pies and many laughs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;227)  family praying one for another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;228)  dear hubby, tired from work and still pouring hours of work at home...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;229)  friends who care so much for my children...taking the time out of their day to touch their lives...thank you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;230)  sunshine a clean house, and fresh rolls...yum!&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/3276296791156990864-7398026123941435736?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/7398026123941435736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/05/can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/7398026123941435736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/7398026123941435736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/could-it-really-be-yes.html"&gt;year of yes!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;212)  two nights in a row...staying home, enjoying rest!&lt;br /&gt;213)  twinkle in the eyes of blond haired boy as he roller blades on the driveway&lt;br /&gt;214)  an I-can-do-it-attitude in little one,  I think I can...I think I can....memories!&lt;br /&gt;215)  friends who treat my kids as family...thank you&lt;br /&gt;216)  hard working man, strong hands, gentle eyes&lt;br /&gt;217)  simple meals filling tummies&lt;br /&gt;218)  my kitchen window watching sun rise, my living room window...beautiful sunsets&lt;br /&gt;219)  friends who stay up all night, polishing SUV and shopping at Meijers!&lt;br /&gt;220)  my church....my home away from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-803319775415051654?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-8493700449975130909</id><published>2010-04-23T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T08:28:19.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>Counting...One by One</title><content type='html'>201) the gentle cuddle of little one, as we fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;202) the busyness of robins as they make their nests&lt;br /&gt;203) friends turning 40...and the party that accompanies it!&lt;br /&gt;204) &lt;a href="http://faithfamilyfriends-rivest.blogspot.com/2010/04/friendship-for-grown-ups.html"&gt;reading about friendships&lt;/a&gt;, experiencing many&lt;br /&gt;205) hanging clothes on the line...I do not know why, but I love to do this!&lt;br /&gt;206) boy watching puppy...puppy watching boy&lt;br /&gt;207) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dandy lions&lt;/span&gt; and balance...how both have spoken to me this week.&lt;br /&gt;208) trees bursting forth with new leaves....I love this time of year!&lt;br /&gt;209) family traveling...keeping in touch across the miles...have fun!&lt;br /&gt;210) family weddings, the planning, the joy....memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day, and count your blessings....it is contagious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-8493700449975130909?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/8493700449975130909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/04/201-gentle-cuddle-of-little-one-as-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/8493700449975130909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/8493700449975130909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/04/201-gentle-cuddle-of-little-one-as-we.html' title='Counting...One by One'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-982526916985208648</id><published>2010-04-19T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:28:39.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today the sun was shining and the warm breeze felt wonderful, I love Spring! Everywhere you look there is a new start, fresh growth. Hopefully you too were able to catch spring fever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;191) smiling eyes of carpenter husband, my knight in shining armour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;192) little one playing with my hair, making the most beautiful up-do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;193) haiku poetry, the counting of beats, listening to my young mans poem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;194) chives and onions growing in the garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;195) ladies at the bank...I love living in a small town where everyone knows your name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;196) young boy turned man, hands old enough to learn family trade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;197) books for young lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;198) questions and answers the ebb and flow of schooling....did I mention I love having my kids home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;199) my church family, our worship, and yes the cafe couches...I love those couches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;200) fly lady and her daily reminders, my shiny sink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am at 200 and the counting continues, I am really enjoying this journal. I find the daily joy, the precious value in all these little things, things I might have taken for granted. I am so blessed! Thanks for listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-982526916985208648?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/982526916985208648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-fever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/982526916985208648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/982526916985208648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-4084248562334943838</id><published>2010-04-16T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:25:08.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>Things I am thankful for....</title><content type='html'>181)  parents home from Florida...nice to have you close again!&lt;br /&gt;182)  the sounds of birds singing... one day when I was up doing my devotions early in the morning, when the sun was just beginning to rise  I heard the lovely sound of birds singing and I couldn't help but think of the worship song that reminds us of how when morning dawns and evening fades, He inspires songs of praise... now every time I hear birds singing I think of this song!  I could just imagine that maybe when God created birds He gave them the desire to sing early in the morning,  just  to remind us of praising Him.&lt;br /&gt;183)  little ones going to bed, and big ones tucking them in.&lt;br /&gt;184)  birthday parties, and celebrations!&lt;br /&gt;185)  my wonderful dear husband, who works hard everyday so I can stay home and be a caretaker for my family...I am so blessed.  Thank you for giving so much for our family.&lt;br /&gt;186)  my church family and a special young lady that happens to play the piano, and is an accountant and means alot to our family...&lt;br /&gt;187)  little Lilly and getting way to big Eric as they start a new year&lt;br /&gt;188)  new dishwasher detergent that actually cleans....small things&lt;br /&gt;189)  green grass, and gardens beginning to sprout&lt;br /&gt;190)  weekends...books....tea....rest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-4084248562334943838?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/4084248562334943838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-i-am-thankful-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/4084248562334943838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/4084248562334943838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='Things I am thankful for....'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-2719879839721533518</id><published>2010-04-14T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:13:23.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>and the list continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S8YFZ4pNrLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LwqGWMG0yHI/s1600/Soup...Home+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460057540493421746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S8YFZ4pNrLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LwqGWMG0yHI/s320/Soup...Home+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;171) thirteen birthday candles....thirteen wonderful years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;172) the sound of the lawnmower...and someone else pushing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;173) white sparkling pearls...and the one who gave them to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174) simple quiet evenings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;175) home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;176) garden freshly turned over by precious girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;178) the sound of little roller blades on driveway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;179) faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;180) big orange slides, giggles, nerf guns....summer fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these things today I am thankful and most grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-2719879839721533518?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/2719879839721533518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-list-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/2719879839721533518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/2719879839721533518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-list-continues.html' title='and the list continues...'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S8YFZ4pNrLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LwqGWMG0yHI/s72-c/Soup...Home+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-8558417325920397122</id><published>2010-04-10T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:48:42.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Out of the mouths of Babes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458716846660181298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S8FCDO6e3TI/AAAAAAAAAII/vNk5Q05xNaM/s320/Easter+tree+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just love listening to my children.  The other day my youngest son was looking over the pictures that we were going to put on our Easter Tree (kind of like a Christmas Tree but with pictures that tell the Biblical Journey of why we celebrate Easter).  I got these beautiful pictures from  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/search/label/Behold%20the%20Lamb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holy Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and as they came upon the garden scene with Adam and Eve, young blond haired boy said to oldest son turned man,  "That's disgusting!!!" of course he says this with so much emphasis like only a 9 year old boy could muster.  Young man of mine says with a smile in his eyes, "Do you know what?  If Adam and Eve did not sin, we ALL would be naked."  Then young boy of mine looks up into his big brothers eyes and then with all the innocence of youth he says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Phew, thank goodness!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-8558417325920397122?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/8558417325920397122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/04/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/8558417325920397122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/8558417325920397122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/04/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouths of Babes'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S8FCDO6e3TI/AAAAAAAAAII/vNk5Q05xNaM/s72-c/Easter+tree+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-797912100792030591</id><published>2010-04-07T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T04:00:33.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever watched someone going through a very difficult season in life? It may be a traumatic time caused by an illness or marital problems, it could be financial or physical. I have noticed that sometimes there is numbness... a quiet, cold, loss of feeling. I guess it might make one seem safe like in a cocoon that you build around yourself wrapping the strands of silk so you can quietly heal. But it is after that healing time when the cocoon opens up, and so does your soul...to begin to feel so that you too can fly. A new time has come, the same person with new wings. As spring is here, I encourage you to allow yourself to feel. Embrace the wind on your face, and the soft grass in your toes. Maybe enjoy a thunderstorm on the porch, to remind you what you too have come through. And remember He is always there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;161) warm wind on face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;162) soft grass in toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;163) the wrapped arms of a child &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snugly&lt;/span&gt; around my waist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;164) the deep rumble of laughter as I tuck little one into bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;165) the pain of the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;166) the joy of redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;167) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://faithfamilyfriends-rivest.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-does-passover-sunday-service-four.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wind whipped hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;168) &lt;a href="http://faithfamilyfriends-rivest.blogspot.com/2010/04/puppy-love.html"&gt;soft puppy fur, warm little ones heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://faithfamilyfriends-rivest.blogspot.com/2010/04/puppy-love.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;169) music in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;170) smooth stones, running water...spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-797912100792030591?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/797912100792030591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/04/feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/797912100792030591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/797912100792030591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/04/feeling.html' title='Feeling'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-6859160638342263710</id><published>2010-03-22T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T06:37:17.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big-little man with blonde hair, loudly counts out 14 more days till his birthday. Gentle husbands smiling eyes look back and reflect on 40 such days.... and I too wonder how time has flown by....first kisses, first dates, dreaming and waiting. First kicks and fluttering of child with-in. The sounds of first words. You see, I was famous for saying, 'I can't wait for ....., and before I knew it the time had come. The question of who I was to marry, what my children would look like, when would I marry....always looking to the next milestone, the next phase. Its funny how things change. I know that new milestones are coming, they seem to be knocking on the door, only this time I am content to enjoy the present, and yes, I can wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;151) 40 birthdays for hubby, friends and family to celebrate with&lt;br /&gt;152) quiet mondays&lt;br /&gt;153) conferences in October, I can't wait...oops!&lt;br /&gt;154) the making of our Easter tree&lt;br /&gt;155) the warmth of his hug&lt;br /&gt;156) family dropping in...yummy big breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;157) the calming routine of our schooldays&lt;br /&gt;158) joy unspeakable&lt;br /&gt;159) saran wrapped car.....okay, fess up!&lt;br /&gt;160) nail polished toes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-6859160638342263710?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/6859160638342263710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/03/milestones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/6859160638342263710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/6859160638342263710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/03/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-6664976635571013017</id><published>2010-03-08T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:46:03.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankfulness'/><title type='text'>And Joy Springs Forth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The numbers inch closer, the thermometer climbs higher and someone calls out....it's 72 degrees(in the sun) and our footsteps get lighter, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the outlook looks brighter and the children break out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They exit the doors with sweaters instead of coats &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for truly there is 'spring' in their step. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty emerges, like bulbs in the vase, fresh, crisp, new. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The streets become alive, with people and pets, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the season is coming... bringing fresh winds and renewal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is same with our hearts, as this season draws close,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time of renewal for all He has done. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has made fresh, He has made new, and my JOY emerges bright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S5XOdG8HEWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CWCVqMEP5lc/s1600-h/flowers,+katherine+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446486323848745314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S5XOdG8HEWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CWCVqMEP5lc/s320/flowers,+katherine+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For as the earth bringeth forth her bud, and as the garden causeth the things that are sown in it to spring forth; so the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise to spring forth before all the nations. Isaiah 61:11&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;141) sunshine... barefoot on the driveway... no coat sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;142) watching little one with snow white sweater... delicately playing in mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;143) the results of Master Reader on my Master Reader...thank you Hooked on Phonics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;144) the gentle humming of birthday boy this week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;145) homeschooling..the time we have together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;146) not even having to write a Honey-do-list....it just mysteriously gets done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;147) hugs from little ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;148) microwave popcorn....it just was one of those days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;149) a strong foundation, steady walls and roof of protection...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://faithfamilyfriends-rivest.blogspot.com/2010/03/map-way-of-all-great-men-by-david.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Map&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;150) sounds of music from guitar, drums and piano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-6664976635571013017?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/6664976635571013017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/03/numbers-inch-closer-thermometer-climbs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/6664976635571013017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/6664976635571013017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/03/numbers-inch-closer-thermometer-climbs.html' title='And Joy Springs Forth!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S5XOdG8HEWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CWCVqMEP5lc/s72-c/flowers,+katherine+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-4572193758158539375</id><published>2010-02-27T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T13:42:22.357-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Finding and Enjoying Rest</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks I have been doing a study on 'rest', I guess that phrase in itself is an oxymoron...but those of you who know me, you would know that if I wanted to find out what the Bible says about 'rest' and the purpose for it in our lives...I would have to do a study.  So out came the books, The Bible, Strong's Concordance...and lots of Internet linking and I worked and studied and thought and prayed.....about 'rest'.  My thoughts went something like this, I know God created a day of rest for a purpose, it is one of His commandments, God desires us to find rest and comfort in Him.  All of this does not seem like rocket science, but as I studied I thought back on what a typical week looks like for our family.  We spend our week doing many things, all(well most) of which we find much enjoyment in, working, teaching, cooking and cleaning, laundry and bill paying and church activities and responsibilities and the list goes on and on.  The weekend comes along and Saturday is our catch up day, cleaning the house, running around...shopping and cleaning(I know I already mentioned this...but we do seem to do a lot of cleaning on Saturdays!)  Sunday for our family, is a day we all look forward to.  We have been blessed with a wonderful faith community, very much like family to us.  We typically spend Sunday mornings going to church, and enjoying worship and teaching.  We are blessed to have an amazing children's ministry and three of us are involved in various aspects of teaching in the a.m. and p.m. services.  Our older children are involved in our youth program and worship band and love all of the incredible activities that they are able to participate in.  My hubby spends many hours doing maintenance at the church during the course of the months, and he also has various responsibilities at the church.  All that to say, even though Sunday is our day of worship and a day to gather together corporately, we are very often running from one church activity to another.  Throw into the mix a few family birthday parties and sometimes the calander is busier on the weekends than during the week.&lt;br /&gt;So that's when I started to think about 'rest' and how our busy family could experience rest.  In our culture and community it almost seems wrong to rest, when people ask you how you have been doing, the general answer is 'busy' ...after all our self worth seems to be wrapped up in our busyness. Many questions went through my mind as I was studying, could I possibly get everything done that needs to be done in the course of the week to take one day out and rest?  Does it even matter if we experience 'rest' each week?  What constitutes rest?  If God requires a day of rest for His people, what does that look like for our family? By this time if you are still reading, you are probably guessing that I am very much a type A personality.  With all of these questions in my mind, we thought that as a family we would try out this new day of 'rest' for a few weeks and see what it was like.  And I must say that I am loving it!  We have been spending Saturdays sleeping in, reading, watching movies, lighting a candle and having tea in glass teacups, playing in the snow, working on motor home(this seems to be fun for my dear hubby), spending time with friends, playing card games, or baking with the girls.   We have been putting on our favorite radio station and enjoying this 'mini-vacation' from the rest of the week.  Oh, and by the way, it is funny but I am getting all of the work done that needs to be done in the rest of the week.  The kids love to have a full day with no schoolwork, and no requests for laundry, and a quiet relaxing atmosphere to enjoy their day.  So, as this first month of 'rest'  comes to a close, I am very thankful that God encouraged this 'child' to seek rest.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131)  smiles of little ones, when there is time to bake, play games&lt;br /&gt;132)  the quiet and warmth of home, as snow again falls&lt;br /&gt;133)  glass teacups and candles&lt;br /&gt;134)  friends and family...late nights at TGIFridays...smothered chicken and laughter&lt;br /&gt;135)  french toast and bacon&lt;br /&gt;136)  many hands making light work on Friday&lt;br /&gt;137)  snow, beautiful packing snow for children to play in&lt;br /&gt;138)  home filled with peace&lt;br /&gt;139)  nail polish and little fingers&lt;br /&gt;140)  rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;em&gt;By the seventh day God had finished the work&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;He had been doing; so on the seventh day He rested from all His work.  And God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it He rested from all the work of creating that He had Done  (Genesis 2:2-3)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-4572193758158539375?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/4572193758158539375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/02/finding-and-enjoying-rest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/4572193758158539375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/4572193758158539375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/02/finding-and-enjoying-rest.html' title='Finding and Enjoying Rest'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-1738096273854774819</id><published>2010-02-17T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:41:58.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't stop counting!</title><content type='html'>121) doctors care for dad of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122) the curve of hubby's gentle smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123) long blond hair girls thought as daddy leaves for work:  Mom I know you love daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when prompted for why, she says....cause you kiss him in public!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124) snow...and homemade hill, affectionately called the 'death-trap'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125) the time I am able to spend home-making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126) 16 comfortable, loving-life-all-the-time-years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127) coupons,coupons,coupons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128) stories about pacskis----or is that pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129) Canada Olympic Gold wins!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130) Sleeping in on Saturdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick post on some random things I am thankful for, a more thought out post to follow shortly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-1738096273854774819?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/1738096273854774819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-stop-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/1738096273854774819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/1738096273854774819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-stop-counting.html' title='Can&apos;t stop counting!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-2297920312620157968</id><published>2010-02-02T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:43:23.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Sounds of a Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I have time to listen, time to reflect on the things I am thankful to hear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;111) white and black keys, memory guided fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S2jJH_p57EI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3RcYbtdt8fU/s1600-h/Sounds+of+Home+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433814089605966914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S2jJH_p57EI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3RcYbtdt8fU/s320/Sounds+of+Home+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;112) copper tones in windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S2jJHd3Vh2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xA_RKVRYg1Y/s1600-h/Sounds+of+Home+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433814080535496546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S2jJHd3Vh2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xA_RKVRYg1Y/s320/Sounds+of+Home+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;113) the ticking of kitchen clock (with four children...it is seldom heard) can quiet be this loud?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S2jJHpXD_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gyXZYYGEaW0/s1600-h/Sounds+of+Home+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433814083621354898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S2jJHpXD_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gyXZYYGEaW0/s320/Sounds+of+Home+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;114) the silence of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2010/02/how-to-discover-true-value-of-you-and.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;snowflakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;115) dear husbands heartbeat, steady...quiet, just like him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;116) laughter as they play... together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;117) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://zradio.org/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; that lifts the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;118) knock on door....quick visit from one whose name means same as mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;119) words from ancient book with new telling; Mathew 5.....thoughts on giving (I especially like the Message version of this) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;120) sweet nothings.....that mean everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the sound of a home? What do I want our children to remember as they grow older and eventually make homes of their own? They...the experts..say that certain sights, smells and sounds can bring memories flooding back to us. I am challanged today to make the sounds of our home wonderful pleasant memories. May the sounds of our home be filled with warm encouraging words, laughter...those deep belly laughs inherited from family of mine, tears of joy from some family story re-telling, this is the cadence of sounds I want remembered. The warm conversation of ones that drop in...kitchen table conversation, comfortable sit back and stay-a-while conversation. To be drawn to the melody of our home, this I want. The harmony in discussion of ones whose lives reflect Him. The sound of husband and wife whispering, the safe secure sound of silence when volumes are spoken within a glance. For these things I am thankful....Lord, thank you for teaching me to listen&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S2jJIIeRPgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Vp6YqQkxuRU/s1600-h/Sounds+of+Home+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433814091973082626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S2jJIIeRPgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Vp6YqQkxuRU/s320/Sounds+of+Home+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: and let such as love thy salvation say continually, Let God be magnified. Psalm 70:4&lt;/em&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/3276296791156990864-2297920312620157968?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/2297920312620157968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/02/sounds-of-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/2297920312620157968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/2297920312620157968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/02/sounds-of-home.html' title='The Sounds of a Home'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S2jJH_p57EI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3RcYbtdt8fU/s72-c/Sounds+of+Home+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-5620799819243129836</id><published>2010-01-23T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:46:35.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S1twaEV5-mI/AAAAAAAAADg/MqY3SiA5geI/s1600-h/katherine+guitar+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430057368869796450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S1twaEV5-mI/AAAAAAAAADg/MqY3SiA5geI/s320/katherine+guitar+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For these things I am grateful.... simply joyful at the blessings that the Lord has graced this life with....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S1t7TjrA49I/AAAAAAAAADo/Gt7OjzVIQ4c/s1600-h/katherine+guitar+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430069351648650194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S1t7TjrA49I/AAAAAAAAADo/Gt7OjzVIQ4c/s320/katherine+guitar+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;101) quiet Saturdays spent reading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;102) orchids blooming at window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;103) sounds of gentle strum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S1twZ7lrzsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9D5eCYxj6Fw/s1600-h/katherine+guitar+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430057366520057538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S1twZ7lrzsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9D5eCYxj6Fw/s320/katherine+guitar+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S1twZ7lrzsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9D5eCYxj6Fw/s1600-h/katherine+guitar+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;104) the beauty in the cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S1twZ7lrzsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9D5eCYxj6Fw/s1600-h/katherine+guitar+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;105) phone calls across the miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;106) giggles, deep belly laugh giggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S1twZ7lrzsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9D5eCYxj6Fw/s1600-h/katherine+guitar+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;107) gentle husband of mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;108) water park adventures for special boy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S1twZ7lrzsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9D5eCYxj6Fw/s1600-h/katherine+guitar+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;of Ours....thank you special friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;109) machines that wash away the dirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;110) gift of home on wheels and boys preparing it for adventure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;I have reached my first hundred gifts and I'm continuing the counting. I was wondering how it would be, this list of mine...could I possibly find 1000 things to be grateful for? And yet, I find myself continually counting throughout the day, noticing the things I sometimes took for granted. The everyday gifts, the everyday giggles. It seems so soon, but after a month of counting, I don't think I could stop if I wanted to. This Gift list is Contagious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;Gift 104) the beauty in the cross... I was thinking today (DH says this is dangerous!) how beautiful would I be, if it was not for the cross...if it was not for the One who gave me life? If I lived only for Me...would I be a blessing to those to whom I have been trusted with? I have been made beautiful through my relationship with Him. For this I am most thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;So I encourage you to write down your list, or quietly name your gifts, and you too will find yourself infected with gratitude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3276296791156990864-5620799819243129836?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/5620799819243129836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/5620799819243129836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/5620799819243129836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S1twaEV5-mI/AAAAAAAAADg/MqY3SiA5geI/s72-c/katherine+guitar+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-1416355583799520044</id><published>2010-01-19T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:22:01.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>First 100 Gifts</title><content type='html'>As I was writing this list, children were peering over shoulder and reading with emphasis the words I wrote...so if you want, use your imagination and your radio voice to say the list, and if you are like me you too will be smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91) pairs of little hands playing 'Heart and Soul' on the piano&lt;br /&gt;92) same young hands helping younger sister&lt;br /&gt;93) lolling chairs for reading&lt;br /&gt;94) smell of bacon and pancakes through house&lt;br /&gt;95) deep, warm tub&lt;br /&gt;96) family time&lt;br /&gt;97) teaching, learning, loving&lt;br /&gt;98) phone calls from afar&lt;br /&gt;99) bar b que in winter&lt;br /&gt;100) first 100 gifts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-1416355583799520044?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/1416355583799520044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-100-gifts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/1416355583799520044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/1416355583799520044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-100-gifts.html' title='First 100 Gifts'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-4375627986150008580</id><published>2010-01-16T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:40:13.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Call</title><content type='html'>81) long drives, safe roads&lt;br /&gt;82) family opening up home for us&lt;br /&gt;83) coming together to remember&lt;br /&gt;84) memories of days gone by&lt;br /&gt;85) laughter of such days&lt;br /&gt;86) cousins...more like sisters&lt;br /&gt;87) children being so good on trip&lt;br /&gt;88) Christmas gift baby, staying another night&lt;br /&gt;89) Thoughts of sledding...on a real hill&lt;br /&gt;90) Husband doing dishes so I could get ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last few days have been ones of sadness for our family. A dear Aunt of mine has suddenly passed on. This has brought lots of preparations for the coming week. We got The Call, on Sunday morning shortly before we were leaving to worship. My emotions were pretty much in check, for the better part of the morning, preparing for church, and getting ready for Sunday School. As we started to worship, the voices filled the sanctuary, and tears filled my eyes. The chords rose and fell as I let the tears roll down my cheeks. I will miss her; my dad will miss her, the one whose name he mistakenly calls me so very often. I am greeted by many, and special friends ask if I am okay. I explain with few words, mostly just eyes. They know, we hug and move on. As church draws to a close, and we go home, gentle husband of mine tucks me into bed, bringing me bread and drink. He says that I need time, time to reflect and possibly cry. It is then I get The Call, one that means so much. My Mom calls to ask how I am feeling, and tears run down. I nod head as if she can see, she asks if I am okay, I nod and utter yes, quietly, softly. So she begins to talk, knowing that I just need to hear her voice, hear her talk, to make it all okay. It is then that she says something that changes the way I am to look at things. She talks of a lady she knows who has lost a grandchild and daughter in law in last few years. This dear woman said that when she is asked how she possibly manages her grief after losing so much....she states simply that she doesn't borrow grief, she owns only HER grief. It gets too hard you see, when you take on the grief of someone else. In her case it is the grief that she knows that her son is going through, having just lost a child and wife. It gets to be too much if she takes on the grief of others. The Lord gives you the grace to handle your portion of grief. He will be with us and walk with us through our difficult moments, but when we start to focus on what we imagine someone else's grief is, it becomes too much. I later told her that what she said was profound to me....and she hardly remembered saying it. Isn't that the way life is, we never know what may speak to someone or what touches their heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you mom, for speaking to me and taking the time to touch My heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-4375627986150008580?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/4375627986150008580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/70-long-drives-safe-roads-71-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/4375627986150008580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/4375627986150008580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/70-long-drives-safe-roads-71-family.html' title='The Call'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-7659487852789710770</id><published>2010-01-09T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:02:26.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Best Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S0j0XTjkCPI/AAAAAAAAACI/_QtTY281v9c/s1600-h/Winter+Recipes+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424854432391366898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S0j0XTjkCPI/AAAAAAAAACI/_QtTY281v9c/s320/Winter+Recipes+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;71) the smell of bread baking in oven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;72) Florida radio stations...z88.3&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;73) new mop and pail...really, much easier!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;74) sunny days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;75) taboule from Costco..love that store&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;76) hubby's smiling eyes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;77) lazy Saturday afternoons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;78) design books that inspire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;79) wind chimes in window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;80) praying family and friends..especially for Aunt Diane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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;Here is the recipe for the very Best Ever Banana Bread!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S0j5vPvpMMI/AAAAAAAAACo/452kULf6feg/s1600-h/Winter+Recipes+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424860341243293890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S0j5vPvpMMI/AAAAAAAAACo/452kULf6feg/s320/Winter+Recipes+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 3/4 cups all purpose flour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 1/2 cups sugar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 tsp baking soda &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 tsp salt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S0j5MoOjmGI/AAAAAAAAACg/Vj2n1lIN1lY/s1600-h/Winter+Recipes+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424859746519980130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S0j5MoOjmGI/AAAAAAAAACg/Vj2n1lIN1lY/s320/Winter+Recipes+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 eggs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 ripe medium bananas, mashed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 cup veg oil &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/4 cup milk (shh...secret ingredient...add 1 tsp of lemon juice to milk)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 tsp vanilla &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S0j4Rz2cYPI/AAAAAAAAACY/BqM8npSGGL0/s1600-h/Winter+Recipes+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424858736027787506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S0j4Rz2cYPI/AAAAAAAAACY/BqM8npSGGL0/s320/Winter+Recipes+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In large bowl, stir together flour, sugar, baking soda and salt. In another mixing bowl, combine eggs, bananas, oil, milk and vanilla, making sure to take out all of the lumps from the banana (this is where lots of people go wrong....we don't want chunky banana bread after all! ). Add wet ingredients to flour mixture, stirring just until combined. Pour into greased 9x4x3 inch baking dish. Bake at 325 degrees F for 1 hour and 20 minutes or until bread tests done. Cool on wire rack. Yield 1 loaf, recipe does not double well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-7659487852789710770?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/7659487852789710770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/7659487852789710770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/7659487852789710770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-ever.html' title='Best Ever!'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S0j0XTjkCPI/AAAAAAAAACI/_QtTY281v9c/s72-c/Winter+Recipes+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-1251808704144842094</id><published>2010-01-08T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:23:01.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Could it really be yes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;61) Kitchen Aid Mixer&lt;br /&gt;62) the word YES&lt;br /&gt;63) wrapped in blanket lovingly made by Meme&lt;br /&gt;64) yummy &lt;a href="http://www.tuscanrecipes.com/recipes/olive-garden-zuppa-toscana.html"&gt;homemade soup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) pink and brown polka-dots&lt;br /&gt;66) angels in the snow&lt;br /&gt;67) books,books,books&lt;br /&gt;68) kisses on nose&lt;br /&gt;69) orchids in bloom&lt;br /&gt;70) warm cozy fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of the New Year has come to a close. So many posts written about new ideals, new hopes for the year written with such optimism. One such post, talks about the year of Yes, yes to our children, yes possibly even to the mess that this could involve. It is a challenging thought, an intriguing idea, could it possibly work?&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, the children would ask some random idea...could we play with play doe(5 min before dinner) could we finger paint...how about moon sand? Can we take the cushions off the couch..upstairs...(this in itself usually elicited a very quick ..no). When I would say..maybe, eyes would light up, and the thought was that it just might become... yes. Could this be the year of Yes? A whole year of yes? Maybe not all the time, not for everything, I mean I am not so unrealistic to think this new thought of mostly yes, can come so easily. It is not that I haven't said yes. Through out the years, I have been known to say yes to many messes, lots of baking, children's parties and yes, even to moon sand. I would like my Yes' to outweigh the No's, somehow finding a way to say yes. Listening intentionally to the what and the why of the question, instead of writing off the idea because of my time constraints, or my concept of how home should look. Embracing the ideas, the creativity, the fun and enjoying the laughter that is sure to follow.&lt;br /&gt;As I close this post, I realize..Yes, it is possible after all, for it is only Me who needs to say Yes, it is a choice, one that I need to intentionally make, starting right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-1251808704144842094?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/1251808704144842094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/could-it-really-be-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/1251808704144842094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/1251808704144842094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/could-it-really-be-yes.html' title='Could it really be yes?'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-7641679119339546429</id><published>2010-01-05T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:56:16.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>I invite you to listen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;51) hugs from little one&lt;br /&gt;52) new printer....and fax&lt;br /&gt;53) circle of band on my finger&lt;br /&gt;54) hot sudsy water&lt;br /&gt;55) tim hortons tea cup&lt;br /&gt;56) the wonder of child learning and understanding&lt;br /&gt;57) our library&lt;br /&gt;58) my borrowed Nativity&lt;br /&gt;59) the fresh smell of laundry&lt;br /&gt;60) chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many times over the last few years, as I was trying to communicate to our children some universal truth, I would come waving papers freshly printed and call to them to come listen, listen to words that would gently guide and maneuver us along this path we call life. I have said it so often, that firstborn boy, now turned man, smiles and says the words..."I know, Mom, I know, this is just how you feel, just what you would say, if only you could say it so eloquently." we laugh at his reenactment, but truth rings in his words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It may be in her stories of motherhood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her quest for our Savior, it is just that Truth becomes alive in her interpretation of Scripture, she has a way of uttering the words of my heart cry. &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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S0QdVmQinGI/AAAAAAAAABA/w5NnQdZjC4c/s1600-h/Nativity+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, as I read her post, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I smiled quietly to myself....how did she know... for I too, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;could not put away the borrowed Nativity, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S0QdVmQinGI/AAAAAAAAABA/w5NnQdZjC4c/s1600-h/Nativity+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Babe captivated me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just could not put Him into a box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I invite you to read...the words I would say, if only I could say them so eloquently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S0QdVmQinGI/AAAAAAAAABA/w5NnQdZjC4c/s1600-h/Nativity+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/3276296791156990864-7641679119339546429?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/7641679119339546429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-invite-you-to-listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/7641679119339546429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/7641679119339546429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-invite-you-to-listen.html' title='I invite you to listen...'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNebiUf_ZF8/S0QdVmQinGI/AAAAAAAAABA/w5NnQdZjC4c/s72-c/Nativity+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-442964545818548307</id><published>2010-01-05T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T06:29:23.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Winter reflections</title><content type='html'>40) gently falling snow&lt;br /&gt;41) date night with my hubby&lt;br /&gt;42) baked oatmeal..reminding of missions trips&lt;br /&gt;43) conferences in October&lt;br /&gt;44) waking up to warm fireplace&lt;br /&gt;45) morning math time with oldest boy&lt;br /&gt;46) sideways wink of youngest son&lt;br /&gt;47) good shopping deals in the states&lt;br /&gt;48) revelation devotions with family&lt;br /&gt;49) laughter&lt;br /&gt;50) pink snowsuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup veg oil&lt;br /&gt;3 cups oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp cinnamon (I use Poudre Douce VE)&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;sprinkle of brown sugar over top before baking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix all ingredients in bowl, put in greased 8x8 baking dish. bake at 350 degrees F for 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Serve warm with cream. Yum Yum!&lt;br /&gt;I first tried this on our Missions Trip to Grenada when I was 16. One large dish was made in the morning, and if you slept in you missed out....great incentive to get out of bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-442964545818548307?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/442964545818548307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-reflections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/442964545818548307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/442964545818548307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-reflections.html' title='Winter reflections'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-4123378202735877751</id><published>2010-01-03T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:06:57.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;31) worship this morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;32) forced air heat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;33) gingersnap cookies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;34) doctors taking care of family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;35) tacos made by friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;36) heat in the seat in the SUV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;37) my long brown haired girl's shy blush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;38) microfiber tights..they feel better than nylons!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;39) kisses in the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;40) bedtime stories about pigs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make a joyful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;noise&lt;/span&gt; unto the Lord, all ye lands. Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing. Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves, we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter into his gates with THANKSGIVING, and into his courts with praise: be THANKFUL unto him, and bless his name. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 100:1-4 (emphasis added)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a thought...did anyone else start singing this as a song, in their head, while reading this? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-4123378202735877751?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/4123378202735877751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/4123378202735877751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/4123378202735877751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276296791156990864.post-4069564494818382274</id><published>2010-01-02T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:07:20.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>Quiet Saturday Reflections</title><content type='html'>21) daddy tucking the children in&lt;br /&gt;22) hermit crabs...yes I'm grateful for the joy they bring&lt;br /&gt;23) my fathers laugh&lt;br /&gt;24) oldest boys gentle spirit&lt;br /&gt;25) tea....can I count it again?&lt;br /&gt;26) fingers through hair&lt;br /&gt;27) orchids in bud&lt;br /&gt;28) sat evening ironing&lt;br /&gt;29) afternoons together&lt;br /&gt;30) BBQ in the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the list continues....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-4069564494818382274?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/4069564494818382274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/quiet-saturday-reflections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>11) taking down Christmas decorations...together&lt;br /&gt;12) hockey on the ice&lt;br /&gt;13) family movie night&lt;br /&gt;14) sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;15) a hot cup of tea or two&lt;br /&gt;16) the scent of new candle&lt;br /&gt;17) artwork on fridge&lt;br /&gt;18) warm boots&lt;br /&gt;19) bubble baths&lt;br /&gt;20) my dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for this day, the first day of 2010, a day that was spent enjoying your creation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-7883144044322055374?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/7883144044322055374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-list-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Hope</title><content type='html'>As I begin this journal, I have many thoughts and ideas. I want to create a lasting memory of all the things that I am grateful for. I have been quietly listing these items in my head as the days stream by, but I want to declare the everyday blessings that my Lord has given to me. This list is meant to encourage and uplift my family and friends, I am expecting this New Year of 2010 to be one of gratitude and joy even beyond all others, I am anticipating the laughter....as I begin this list of gratitude, my journey to listing my 1000 gifts....won't you too consider this?&lt;br /&gt;And so I begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) a new year, a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;2) sleeping children, warm in their beds&lt;br /&gt;3) peace&lt;br /&gt;4) being loved, held in strong arms&lt;br /&gt;5) the True Christmas Story&lt;br /&gt;6) my mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;7) giggling of cousins&lt;br /&gt;8) laughter as I try Wii Fit (need I say more?)&lt;br /&gt;9) our faith community&lt;br /&gt;10) sliding on ice pond as a family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276296791156990864-3301713716494147014?l=simplycalled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/feeds/3301713716494147014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/3301713716494147014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276296791156990864/posts/default/3301713716494147014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycalled.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-hope.html' title='A New Year&apos;s Hope'/><author><name>Joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430043074311340030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
