tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272475062024-03-23T10:46:02.351-07:00Mrs. WiebeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.comBlogger549125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-9041240173396484622013-04-30T16:14:00.002-07:002013-04-30T22:22:32.385-07:00DifferentI hear the Lord speaking to my heart at the funniest times. Usually when it's not quiet around me. Usually when I'm about to lose my cool, and always after I have. The term still, small voice is accurate, in a way. Because while it is still and small, it always rings out in my spirit. <br />
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Some of these times are fairly routine.... "Don't say it" "You need to appologize"<br />
"That's your pride" "You are beautiful" <br />
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Theses are things that I often hear. They are things that I need to hear, a lot.<br />
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Other times they are things that rock me. Shake me. Move me off of a path that I thought was <em>right</em> and open my eyes up to all of the <em>wrong</em> that I had missed.<br />
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This happened the other day.<br />
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My biggest struggle is an obvious one. I'm a glutton. And while I would wager that we all are in one form or another, I'm actually a food glutton.<br />
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While we could talk all day about why, I won't. <br />
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Along with this pet sin of mine, comes and physical concequence. <strong>Obesity.</strong><br />
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<strong>Along with Obesity comes the desire to be</strong> thin.<br />
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I have been, and I know I can be. But I'm not. Yet.<br />
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I was driving to town and saw two women running. They were wearing their fancy running wind breakers and special running pants, with pony tails and baseball hats. I looked at them and thought, discontentedly, "I want to be like that."<br />
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My neighbor runs, I call her a machine. She is a beautiful, perfectly toned sculpture of womanhood. I remember the first time I saw her running I was in shock. I had recently started running and knew what I looked like, a tired old brood mare who was just barely plodding along, huffing and puffing as she goes. <br />
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My neighbor doesn't look like that when she runs. She barely looks like her feet touch the ground. She is like a gazelle. Her pony tail even looks good when she runs.<br />
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These are all of the things that I thought of in the two seconds of admiring the two women running on the side of the road in their fancy gear. <br />
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And then it happened.<br />
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He spoke to me.<br />
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<em>"I asked you for something different."</em><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-5012577806555761592011-04-16T08:01:00.001-07:002011-04-16T08:22:33.812-07:00It's hard to believe.<div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 446px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596197724662691074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjhVmo2rYwZOFcymp50RITKSDmu0Ll7wPIBMV2hSzKqZw9RAdwspM3q3iz31SG89cWsatgRHUxYviqMW7cd-psoqhGe8nWi772kh1Xdu2nttmzBxM2tIoZuIUiPHykcrYZACX/s400/E9.jpg" /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">It's hard to believe that I'm old enough to have born six children.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqIXlkQr9V-CHsJr0nIt2Uqb-o2831Qq7hNCDqmtcnpeeN34Uz1tVi7YerNIuly1LiFKaJlbEbfGlfukbf-KWMzH3izrdG23hTPSLIpC3qXXzkP-iQir7BPDg_L43ZT7n5AQkM/s1600/E8.jpg"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 451px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596197712362977042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqIXlkQr9V-CHsJr0nIt2Uqb-o2831Qq7hNCDqmtcnpeeN34Uz1tVi7YerNIuly1LiFKaJlbEbfGlfukbf-KWMzH3izrdG23hTPSLIpC3qXXzkP-iQir7BPDg_L43ZT7n5AQkM/s400/E8.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#cccccc;"> It's hard to believe that we're old enough to have a mortgage, which we're working hard to get rid of. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ecHY-bJRFgOVfjFWqtgHeq-YSwRwRTyOvvtx5MEZLwAZ0eowXUbdx4JgQHgvKfoh3ZLFwvz8xFS0rm5OotW8x8ugT0BwaZ9lFBYtl2r-SYSFviWhLgti4wEOWdNtzROOeqJK/s1600/E7.jpg"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 465px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596197706970523266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ecHY-bJRFgOVfjFWqtgHeq-YSwRwRTyOvvtx5MEZLwAZ0eowXUbdx4JgQHgvKfoh3ZLFwvz8xFS0rm5OotW8x8ugT0BwaZ9lFBYtl2r-SYSFviWhLgti4wEOWdNtzROOeqJK/s400/E7.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#cccccc;"> It's hard to believe that I'm old enough to drive a Suburban, because I need to, not just because I think it's cool. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUrn96yYgFNe3AxJoraXO4KjziVnmfj6uWmcsNOjLmOLWttZ3HOG0-VPSTdogEf1qd8eL7iYsrs3vKof_hXsm8GstJhss1lA-MWMDmjZKyOnuUEYG-8jJhl-XDt_P02Nz1hSN/s1600/E6.jpg"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 447px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596197705018779730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUrn96yYgFNe3AxJoraXO4KjziVnmfj6uWmcsNOjLmOLWttZ3HOG0-VPSTdogEf1qd8eL7iYsrs3vKof_hXsm8GstJhss1lA-MWMDmjZKyOnuUEYG-8jJhl-XDt_P02Nz1hSN/s400/E6.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#cccccc;"> It's hard to believe that I've been married for ten years, and it's good. <em>Really good</em>. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1vROaTJaYmgoAigPNXc7gC4tp9hqdLQgAhBdiDw5tXe7g5bMrd9wjtm5Jc4PuhvP1V1oDGpDZFPeBXidaQ5wrmpTC_H1q7ev5PK0REWxt2p9L6ZWdAGpw8x3TwKiA02RMU07G/s1600/E5.jpg"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 463px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 363px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596197699329320466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1vROaTJaYmgoAigPNXc7gC4tp9hqdLQgAhBdiDw5tXe7g5bMrd9wjtm5Jc4PuhvP1V1oDGpDZFPeBXidaQ5wrmpTC_H1q7ev5PK0REWxt2p9L6ZWdAGpw8x3TwKiA02RMU07G/s400/E5.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#cccccc;"> </span><span style="color:#cccccc;">It's hard to believe that I've grown up.</span> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 495px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 433px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596199835575232210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM5E1lEk5VqPfRc_wfVrkq3zGzWvyVR-Tmz_R40u3gBeNwAbeQZpFKAsOIEOD-U6TZ7yY2UpHQjPzgYKozOgmawo-ivunBZCfs7V8C0VISPXE3PB0zjqZ2CIMURi-VFjkcwWB2/s400/E4.jpg" /> </span><span style="color:#cccccc;">But what's hardest to believe is that despite all of <em>my</em> efforts, God has brought me <em>here</em>. I'm in love with Him, in love with my husband and in love with my family. They love each other and they love me too!</span> </div><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-89376618162152206452011-03-07T11:48:00.000-08:002011-03-07T11:52:07.088-08:00Sweet Pea<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXPMtJ_CuQe0XtDPGGckx1vyBHg0NQ1GUi6dHQ9dJ79gZO1Xq9I-93rrOYIFgEX82Or1wsuTQODpSEtskzmqmvIKeHg2c3m9G5Fc2cawbv8aEU3-racDpSH3WQXC0y3Macesx/s1600/S6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581427719514205186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXPMtJ_CuQe0XtDPGGckx1vyBHg0NQ1GUi6dHQ9dJ79gZO1Xq9I-93rrOYIFgEX82Or1wsuTQODpSEtskzmqmvIKeHg2c3m9G5Fc2cawbv8aEU3-racDpSH3WQXC0y3Macesx/s400/S6.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8Av6V6tbr1IqKtLuBGr5rFRAAJmHrZ17Sq2EkvUjzmdJoFlCAHfBOI-leef0iuibtxwh6lqY2JWYphUcokU0APcH1nDcnOHeI6Ar8U4dmq1naQgLfHPOhEa0d38_-hLmkPp1/s1600/S5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581427714138208450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8Av6V6tbr1IqKtLuBGr5rFRAAJmHrZ17Sq2EkvUjzmdJoFlCAHfBOI-leef0iuibtxwh6lqY2JWYphUcokU0APcH1nDcnOHeI6Ar8U4dmq1naQgLfHPOhEa0d38_-hLmkPp1/s400/S5.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQasDJ_EshclKhqzKJaLdHD-OeX_Es1UZ18EQzoV3dK-VYIlsNdnz2l0J6vy7YSeoKi_BQrsImJSTNPQSveK7geq-vKaRqlhQUr4tWHcXFD_8Tyx_BXv7mf9DU0eh7_TpMA18/s1600/S3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581427707846556898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQasDJ_EshclKhqzKJaLdHD-OeX_Es1UZ18EQzoV3dK-VYIlsNdnz2l0J6vy7YSeoKi_BQrsImJSTNPQSveK7geq-vKaRqlhQUr4tWHcXFD_8Tyx_BXv7mf9DU0eh7_TpMA18/s400/S3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Pictures from Ruth.</div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-29706808693243407222011-01-19T10:30:00.000-08:002011-01-19T11:01:03.668-08:00My utmost for His highest.From today's devotional.<br /><br />"When God gives you a vision and darkness follows, wait. God will bring the vision He has given you to reality in your life if you will wait on His timing. Never try to help God fulfill His word. Abram went through thirteen years of silence, but in those years all of his self-sufficiency was destroyed. He grew past the point of relying on his own common sense. Those years of silence were the time of discipline, not a period of God's displeasure."<br /><br />I am amazed at how long Abram waited. 13 years! That is huge. I start pouting after two days. I want to be able to say that I waited as long as it took. Abram tried to help God which is why we have Ishmael. I have to admit there are many Ishmaels in my life. While they may not be real people they are there none the less.<br /><br />At the end of this devotional I have to ask myself. If the Lord had given Abram his son right away, say in a year or two, would Abram have been willing to lay him on the alter? Would he have "known" Hagar and learned that he cannot do things on his own, that he must rely on God's will and timing. Would he be able to say to himself "God has promised that my decendents would be like the sand on the shore, surely I can trust him in this as I have before.<br /><br />This make me, with fear and trembling, want to go through the darkness, to be strengthened. When Mercy Me's lead singer Bart Mallard recorded the song "Bring the Rain" he was asked, "Are you sure you want to sing this?" It is a fearful thing to say to God, "Do what you want, I'll take the bad with the good, test me and see if I'll praise you no matter what... help me do it, but send the rain Lord."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-40933408119399388482011-01-18T08:26:00.000-08:002011-01-18T11:35:34.356-08:00Just in case.I'm leaving tomorrow night for Vancouver for a few days to attend my Grandpa's funeral. Whenever I have to fly some where I am faced with my mortality. I've been faced with it a lot lately in Francis Chan's book Crazy Love.<br /><br />I have a bit of a habbit of writing my family a letter when I fly somewhere (as if I'm not more likely to die driving somewhere) just in case. I've decided to put it on here because it's not as likely to get lost or eaten by a toddler :) Usually they are very long with a large portion for each child. This time I don't have so much to say.<br /><br /><br />To my family.<br /><br />Never forget that no matter how many times I failed, I loved you. You will fail too, and I hope if you have learned anything from me it is that God's grace is big enough, period.<br /><br />Serve God, no matter what the cost may be. Be it your life, your relationships, your comfort, your security, your money, your time, your sleep. Give it all to him. Not just in your heart. But give it in service for him. There is nothing on this earth that is worth holding onto. It is all for God.<br /><br />No matter what it costs you or how much it hurts, read the Bible and do what it says. People will hate you for it. They will say that you don't love the way Christ wants you to. They will say that you are legalistic or a hypocrite. People who always stood beside you will leave. We are not here to please man, man has nothing for us, man's opinion does not matter. The only thing that matters is God and his word. They are the only ones who will be there in the end. Our life here is but a vapor. A fleeting moment. Don't waste the little time you have.<br /><br />Do not worry about things. God will give us all that we need. If you are hungry he knows. If there is no food, don't question God, worship him. He will not forsake you. He is sovreign, don't ask why he's letting you go hungry, thank him that he's allowing you to even draw breath.<br /><br />I want you to love each other. But not the way this world loves. Serve each other, give your lives for each other. HOLD EACH OTHER ACCOUNTABLE. If your brother or sister is sinning, don't let them feel good about it. Show them their sin, let them see how detestible it is to God. Pray for them and help them out of the pit, but don't sit there and watch them wallow in it. What does darkness have to do with light?<br /><br />Honour your Father. He is a man with much wisdom. More than most his age. Submit yourselves to him while you are in his house, and honour him and his opinions even when you leave. He is not perfect, but neither are you and the Lord has set him over you to train you up and send you out. As long as he isn't telling you to sin (and I don't mean the kind of thing that you think <em>must</em> be sin because it's uncomfortable and you really don't like it, I mean the "thou shalt not"s and the commands of Jesus.) do what he says. Period.<br /><br />This isn't a fluffy love letter. I know that you understand how much I love you. These are the things that <em>I</em> want to live by, the kind of person that <em>I</em> want to be. I pray that they will be the same for you, that is why I've written them.<br /><br />May the Lord make his face to shine upon you, and may your rejoice and worship him even when it doesn't seem to.<br /><br />I love you all,<br />MommaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-38397283745027288432011-01-18T08:22:00.000-08:002011-01-18T08:26:14.317-08:00From My utmost for his highest by Oswald Chambers" Jesus said to her 'Give Me a drink' (John 4:7). How many of us are expecting Jesus Christ to quench our thirst when we should be satisfying him!"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-65200348417794179462011-01-15T22:17:00.000-08:002011-01-15T22:27:59.963-08:00Crazy LoveI am reading the book Crazy Love by Francis Chan. So far it's life changing. Here is a part that I read last night and it floored me. He's talking about worry and stress and not rejoicing in all things as the scriptures command in Phil. 4:4<br /><br />"When I am consumed by my problems - stressed out about <em>my</em> life, <em>my</em> family, and <em>my</em> job - I actually convey the belief that I think the circumstances are more important than God's commad to always rejoice. In other words, that I have a "right" to disobey God because of the magnitude of my resposibilities."<br /><br />Then later on talking about worry and stress Chan says:<br /><br />"Basically, these two behaviors communicate that it's okay to sin ad not trust God because the stuff in my life is somehow exceptional. Both worry and stress reek of arrogace. They declare our tendency to forget that we've been forgiven, that our lives here are brief, that we are headed to a place where we won't be lonely, afraid, or hurt ever again, and that in the context of God's strength, our problems are small, indeed."<br /><br />This book is full of these beautiful nuggets and I love the way the Lord brought it into my life right at the same time I fould the song Follow You by Leeland. There is deffinately a theme going on here :) I think someone is trying to tell me something.... how about you?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-69020730831223194842011-01-08T19:42:00.000-08:002011-01-08T19:45:09.479-08:00Our Anthem<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ajIFfSaEzE?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ajIFfSaEzE?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-64947771123345208092010-10-12T20:04:00.000-07:002010-10-12T20:29:21.913-07:00Smart, not wise.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXtZJevmI0eNjyeCJ5AbsgkPM6M6MVbkcUDuqW4tv3-vikqU2JTAUBIKDrh8_9by4PY5u4JKGqsXivqjK44sfMnxat1d305nFSQRANZjCKxpe-0itavB77M-0Q6JXjNsx0qgK/s1600/IMG_1176b.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527366202619897042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXtZJevmI0eNjyeCJ5AbsgkPM6M6MVbkcUDuqW4tv3-vikqU2JTAUBIKDrh8_9by4PY5u4JKGqsXivqjK44sfMnxat1d305nFSQRANZjCKxpe-0itavB77M-0Q6JXjNsx0qgK/s400/IMG_1176b.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Voddie Baucham said "I smart man learns from his mistakes, but a wise man learns from the mistakes of others." Now he may not have been the only one to say it, but he's the only one that I've heard say it.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I unfortunately have been smart lately, not wise. It seems that growing up never officially happens, it's a process. I seem to find myself being refined quite often. Weather it's being mean to a friend's child or gossiping, I've done it. Saying innapropriate things? Check. Speaking unkindly to my spouse in front of my children? Over here. The fact of the matter is, I don't think it will ever be over. The <em>fact of the matter is</em>, I'm sinful. The muck of sin is in me and every now and then it likes to revolt. I pray that I'm right when I say the battles are fewer and farther in between, but then I'd probably be getting prideful on top of it all.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one doing these things. It sure feels like I am. I never hear anyone say, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">"Man, I was gossiping again and it came back to haunt me." </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">or</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">"Shoot, I can't believe I just said that to my husband!"</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I often feel like I'm the <em>only one</em> being refined.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Most people look like they've already gone through the process and they're done.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I get very tired of needing refinement, I feel frustrated with myself for being smart and not wise. Good grief woman, just do what your bible says! Listen to the spirit as it leads you and <span style="font-size:130%;">DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD!!!</span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">But no, I don't. I continue on like a sheep (I hear they're very stupid), needing to be rescued from the mirey clay and barb wire fences. I always <em>do </em>get rescued, but not without injury to myself or others.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">People encourage me and edify me a lot, apparently I need it, and I'm thankful for it. It makes me want to be a better person. Not a lot of people have the guts to say the hard things. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">What if we did? </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">What if we stopped talking about other people? What if we stopped talking about our kids and our spouses and this woman we know from work? What if all we talked about was ourselves and the Lord?</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">What if instead of voicing our opinion or our experience to <em>help</em> someone, we opened the word and prayed it?</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Who would we be?</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I want to find out.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-11212714258690364002010-10-08T08:53:00.001-07:002010-10-08T09:01:01.871-07:00To Mom."Thank you for helping me threw my strugls"<br /><br />It's good to know that despite my failings, the Lord is still driving this ship and we seem to be going in the right direction.<br /><br />I recently starting writing in a journal for each of my older children who can read. It's not all the time but whenever I see them struggling or notice something that is particularly great I will write them a little note and try to throw in an appropriate verse to encourage them. A lot of times in the day I am too surrounded by littles trying for my attention or being just plain trying and I'm not good at vocalizing during those times. I need to be quiet and focus on not being the mean mom. If there is too much pressure to also be encouraging and talk about stuff in the midst of the chaos, I tend to lose it. But there are things my children need to hear, especially the older ones. So in enters the journals.<br /><br />My children dont' have baby books. But hopefully they will have these to look back at.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-11925384469631043142010-10-04T12:25:00.000-07:002010-10-04T12:26:45.308-07:00When we judge people...<span style="font-size:180%;">...we leave no room to love them.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br />I would love to know who is the owner of this quote. It's a truth that is becoming more and more real to me everyday.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-52913380910673441162010-09-28T18:33:00.001-07:002010-09-28T18:40:50.484-07:00Who's baby is that?<div>Which one?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The one covered in fecal matter.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Oh, that would be my baby.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522143411710395346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-QpIrnWtQThbDiEQthQQfO_9NuDEiHxDVr1oQYIgZTIVArvQ9DeD5K4U6FE41ZR0Emhs4fGolemNpjDIXuLcTiDxauROItFmESEwMjoCsJf8n0400yAxIdf3D6Xv7Wh56i_X/s400/IMG_3461.JPG" /></div><br /><p>Yeah this one. Although he's not covered in fecal matter in this picture. Thankfully.</p><p>Things I learned today. </p><p>When Ephrim shouts, "THERE'S POO ALL OVER THE STAIRS" <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(which are carpet, by the way)</span></em> Mr. Superfantastic is more than willing to finish up dinner.</p><p>I can touch large amounts of my children's poo without feeling sick or even really grossed out. I don't know if that's something to be proud of or not?</p><p>There's no such thing as washing your hands too much.<em> <span style="font-size:85%;">(well I guess if you stood at the sink for a whole day washing that would be too much)</span></em></p><p>Raisins digest faster than corn.</p><p>You're welcome.</p><p> </p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-13764872751688473152010-09-28T10:17:00.000-07:002010-09-28T10:23:02.258-07:00Mr. Superfantastic....<div><br /><br /></div><div>...strikes again. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522015633762287762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilTmS8lApRBCcNEdIpWeSnhquQ83Uqf6WsMPkcZ6BU70jWw5GfNoyeyqX1HZFxKOiFy9Z3npeH1il3E3vayZhv1rd-vlqYO6mRbwDH-G9ZIT7sDAi530nN5TqbMXGWw0dZGROU/s400/IMG_3479.JPG" /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522015630473728562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV1gs0iKOA-9PpsJ3qnKO5mOzfvotlYOkA82fx4bXL-DhH3j_J7Un2LC9QElbQ57W2AYLxtSvEFRQpV_aDKym1VqHtBGDaRAwmyP9VFn7aAPDGHom5dAUcBB9yBM_Qx78JKo1i/s400/IMG_3477.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">I got them :)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-27737767739908887972010-09-26T17:06:00.000-07:002010-09-26T17:08:24.776-07:00I love my Momma...<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCChkAe4l5cFx-nRB2S6qbppYeyJUQQodba_KTOZIculLRzI-nxf4Yw6O6WYcLhnnUVjuz864HisXcwzdSiFZYggXmaz7w0Tda3UQjWsNioNTjNUXBZDiwjzM7HGuWPh0PxRy7/s1600/IMG_1280.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521378184029349058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCChkAe4l5cFx-nRB2S6qbppYeyJUQQodba_KTOZIculLRzI-nxf4Yw6O6WYcLhnnUVjuz864HisXcwzdSiFZYggXmaz7w0Tda3UQjWsNioNTjNUXBZDiwjzM7HGuWPh0PxRy7/s400/IMG_1280.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em> ....and so do they.</em></span><br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-27253380101314811302010-09-24T09:49:00.000-07:002010-09-24T10:02:51.729-07:00Fire!<div>I finally did it! I finally made a fire in the wood stove! We have had wood heat for around seven years and this is the first time I've made the fire. I know it's almost too pathetic to be proud of. Oh well. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520524575612802562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8NaMaJmXYcuQsdfcpNk-0r11ubK9nWHTZqEOB-b_aR-qAzz6fx2aOkFTnwaSqloKgnptwZ2WxJ4__j3s7RW2ynsvx6Tqbrssd24fjdGbN70Fqkxgsbxr-aBKaa7-tBZeesLN/s400/IMG_3466.JPG" /><br /><div></div><br /><div>It just goes to show that Mr.Superfantastic loves to take care of me. But right now, he's taking care of some other people (with my very happy blessing) so I get to take care of him while he's here. Now just to figure out how to move the greenhouse for him? It just requires some big guys. It's not even on a foundation.</div><div></div><div>In the mean time I'm going to make these <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Pumpkin-Chocolate-Chip-Muffins/Detail.aspx">muffins</a> and sew some new wipes today. While Joe is mostly potty trained, I do still have Travis in diapers and in about 26 weeks there will be a new little tush to change around here. Only a month left until I can tell you if it will be a boy tush or a girl tush. Yes, we are going to find out this time, Lord willing. </div><br /><br />I made these <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Zucchini-Chocolate-Chip-Muffins/Detail.aspx">muffins </a>last night and they've been a hit this morning. I made them without the chocolate chips and used water instead of milk. I also used coconut sugar and coconut oil.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-79322586659375626132010-09-23T08:05:00.000-07:002010-09-23T08:20:38.108-07:00I am thankful!I woke up this morning feeling... well... Thankful!<br /><br />I am so thankful for my husband. He has been working 12 hour days for the last two weeks. The only complaint I have heard is "I'm tired" and it's not even said as a grumble, just a fact!<br /><br />This morning when I realized that, yes, I had in fact fed his lunch for today to the children for dinner last night and he now had to eat out (something I would be happy about, but not him), no grumble.<br /><br />When I asked him last night if he can hang some shelves for me (I was asking if it was even a possibility or if I could do it) he just said, "Show me where you want them", followed by, "Not tonight right?"<br /><br />Not only do I have an amazing husband. That husband has an amazing mother! While I love my Momma, I also love my Momma in law. I keep tricking her into coming over here to look at different decorating ideas that I have for my house and get her advice. That woman has an amazing gift when it comes to home design, inside and out. Her house looks like something out of better homes and gardens. I love being there, I feel instantly relaxed.<br /><br />I am also very thankful for friends who we let my husband use their amazing tractor for free to dig the holes for our RV storage! For Free! We felt pretty loved last night when it arrived and my husband nearly giggled with excitement. Can you picture Mr.Superfantastic giggling? Neither can I, and I've been married to him for almost ten years!<br /><br />Ten years!<br /><br />I am thankful for clean floors, and empty laundry baskets, eggs, and neighbors who do chicken chores, bake, and teach our children all sorts of amazing things.<br /><br />I am thankful for the beauty of fall but more thankful for winter when the bears go to sleep, I'm sorry to do this, but here's to an early snowfall!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-83992289783902248012010-08-15T20:26:00.000-07:002010-08-15T20:36:13.762-07:0010 weeks? Oh my.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYhgZhCHFRGUw0fqLAFlVFes8BSt4SvMXxYXVgIhmpKm9ZeyyCg0p0kiavc8fBDVYPCdcLEXZ3lB2MnTRyC2Do5dYu3osU8rFw64kZ7CPujZizNIN9Wwg60XzsUUJFWVcnMcX/s1600/10weeks.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505845536394926610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYhgZhCHFRGUw0fqLAFlVFes8BSt4SvMXxYXVgIhmpKm9ZeyyCg0p0kiavc8fBDVYPCdcLEXZ3lB2MnTRyC2Do5dYu3osU8rFw64kZ7CPujZizNIN9Wwg60XzsUUJFWVcnMcX/s400/10weeks.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So I'm around 10 weeks. But I look like I'm about four months. Now granted this is my 6th baby and I guess things are moving into postition to accomidate my growing uterus, but I'm wondering if this is going to be another pregnancy like Ephrim's. After the small bellies with Joe and Travis, I'm not looking forward to another monster pregnancy. I've already gained close to ten pounds, also something I'm not used to doing, I usually don't gain anything in the first trimester. After working hard to lose weight it's hard to see it pile back on at rapid speed. Oh well, I lost it once I can do it again, it is completely worth it to be blessed with another Wiebelette! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I have to be honest I have really struggled through the morning sickness this time. I have gone on Diclectin, this is the second pregnancy I have done it with. I'm managing to take only one pill a day but am still exhausted and sick off and on, but much better than without it. I am looking forward to the half way mark and some energy! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>But there is joy still! My children are full of it (joy that is) even when I'm having a hard time, and I'm finding I am slowly getting back on top of things with the house. They are so excited for another sibling. And while everyone else is hoping for a girl this time (we are hoping to find out what we're having) Emma insists she wants another brother. </div><div> </div><div>It's up and down, good days and bad. But all in all I am thankful! </div><div> </div><div>I just don't know how Michelle Duggar did it!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-83833047986348549652010-07-27T18:11:00.001-07:002010-07-27T18:11:54.446-07:00A new favorite.<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T8OQvRn9PZw&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T8OQvRn9PZw&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-34873106340244329912010-07-21T10:52:00.000-07:002010-07-21T10:53:53.134-07:00SixthI know I'm number sixth,<br />but the fact you can't deny is that God,<br />Almighty Giver, is the Author of my life<br />My soul is no less special, and my spirit no less great than those that came before me--<br />be they one, or six, or eight!<br />So many eyes are blinded by the whispers of this world-- to them,<br />there is no miracle in a human life unfurled. A baby's just a plaything, a burden,<br />or a chore, and we must proceed with caution to prevent too many more!<br />Only a fool would trust the Lord to give as He desires and live a life of trust in Him..<br />whatever that requires.<br />A new car may be exciting; a new house may be a prize,<br />but my new life is better than any thing that money buys.<br />So all the world may roll their eyes when sixth now they see--<br />But I can't wait until I meet the "fools" who welcome me.<br /><br />written by: Jennifer WilsonAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-32631206239168497442010-07-07T07:51:00.001-07:002010-07-07T07:53:33.603-07:00Looking for...We are looking for an adult female cat that is already spayed, good with kids and other animals, and house trained. We have a mouse problem :( It has to be short haired as Dalen and Adon have allergies.<br /><br />We're also looking for a female puppy that will grow into a med/large dog. No pitbulls or the like. I would prefer a mutt as that's what we can afford.<br /><br />If you have either of these or know of anyone who does please let me know!<br /><br />Thank you!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-76626514999436292072010-06-30T06:35:00.001-07:002010-06-30T06:40:48.747-07:00I didn't think I was a redneck.... until this.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh02y9PJn8s37C4HytLdC4G842OKSE3qWifvN4v_e6viakpvulf4iR7LOFlaxmI9VJ1UrlfonbG5ktThgFTyiZQAp2UB3ySFQgHU1E3z0PS-rKhvCi-LsFr3dJWSc76p9qIMmyT/s1600/IMG_3194.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488560323461788642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh02y9PJn8s37C4HytLdC4G842OKSE3qWifvN4v_e6viakpvulf4iR7LOFlaxmI9VJ1UrlfonbG5ktThgFTyiZQAp2UB3ySFQgHU1E3z0PS-rKhvCi-LsFr3dJWSc76p9qIMmyT/s400/IMG_3194.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>While this may be about the worst picture of me, well no it's not but it's one of them. I LOVE IT! This is what community is about. I am so thankful for each of these people! Dalen helped too but he didn't want to be in the picture. He caught the chickens for us. This is the first time Dalen has intentionally touch a chicken! WOOHOO! Adon was so excited to get to cut the heads of this time. I was very proud of him! All the other boys in the picture were head cutter-offers too! These guys are going to be such useful men!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-83808323304575765132010-04-08T12:17:00.000-07:002010-04-08T12:19:36.242-07:00Please PrayAdon's rabbit pens were destroyed last night by dogs (we think) we have found one rabbit but there are still ten more out there. Two are pure bred rabbits that we just bought a week ago and spent quite a bit of money on. There are six babies that were supposed to go to the pet store this weekend and four adults. Please pray that we will be able to find them and catch them. Thank you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-64353869067267603242010-03-28T10:50:00.000-07:002010-03-28T11:01:19.131-07:00Adon's Logo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjBdvhpx5cb0Eg1QmeFP2-gG6naMpRt6cVeayjRAsbwf6MmEFGlknYv9QfYbtl7lRWNV5Tt23xNGMio4_1U5XviUBa_QR59BMP-kbFE_8DE5gqsiNfLMQ8sWfXlApKUykBMKe/s1600/IMG_2314.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453744908907781602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjBdvhpx5cb0Eg1QmeFP2-gG6naMpRt6cVeayjRAsbwf6MmEFGlknYv9QfYbtl7lRWNV5Tt23xNGMio4_1U5XviUBa_QR59BMP-kbFE_8DE5gqsiNfLMQ8sWfXlApKUykBMKe/s400/IMG_2314.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div>Our son Adon has started a business breeding rabbits. He has done it entirely with his own money and has not been allowed to borrow or take on any debt. This has been a huge learning experience for him. Yesterday we decided it was time to make him a logo.</div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453744899775911746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmTPZ5N3EemR63WulSUZ-CJSUGG0nfj1dO_9fMcNHMb38fRQK2G3kA2pFJ7SabZEEVcIPKS4NG6yai1D_YtUuWTva2DdI4WQQoxVtPMTpyDKS23OMz6PwMYZ9VdoZTiB1iOywu/s400/awbunnies.png" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>We are just calling it A.W.Bunnies, but I like it. It isn't too cutsie and seems a little professional. I am so proud of him. </div><br /><div>If you have any odd jobs that a boy could do and you don't have a boy to do them, please keep Adon in mind as he is always looking for ways to make more money. He also takes pop/beer bottles and cans and sorts them and returns them, so if you have some stashed for a rainy day, maybe this is the day, nevermind that it's beautifully sunny out ;)</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-12120245769043328992010-03-27T07:37:00.000-07:002010-03-27T07:41:22.019-07:00Welcome to the Family! (03/26/2010)<div align="left">While he's always been a part of our family....</div><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyWF46-poOaRLwkbUNW3WvaIrToZa1ZF1gGfcfPE94rYdOwtVxmL9OIcD1m11f4J9y_tM5J30j0LLJcuUOfLc5Sw9nsJ-p6S5W4l3JVeJcq18vyRTK2TxpLInu6usIUGOGcClc/s1600/Ephrim.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453323094819614498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyWF46-poOaRLwkbUNW3WvaIrToZa1ZF1gGfcfPE94rYdOwtVxmL9OIcD1m11f4J9y_tM5J30j0LLJcuUOfLc5Sw9nsJ-p6S5W4l3JVeJcq18vyRTK2TxpLInu6usIUGOGcClc/s400/Ephrim.jpg" border="0" /></a>...he's a new member of the family of God! Happy re-birthday Ephrim!<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069076552296655584noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247506.post-60805736075629755332010-02-12T23:01:00.000-08:002010-02-12T23:18:34.831-08:00Joe is 2! (Dang-it! I blinked again!)<div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437620211311783874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZMVmWx6HZzJGvjrS9bKn7bAOGEEkGDZmFnCBcuDkX11du7pTi24QzQmkNfTKgZ9dK71Yi-dXP0EPKt0iNTWkjB6lj2p2jjIecKeN_eyUES63GTBSl36h7kCdEk3HhpeNJKE1b/s400/Image6.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437620187048906930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbO1qpU759cNJsSdrZAeoXpyD0r5HOasjuvBO5H5bNdiNS943ezxU5JzR0XQUak1q_jOMeIwRS947E9Oryly_GosuiGj-fsofN85ejkhH_d1bhipykjiW1MeDUDndh-H-0GlPe/s400/Image2.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437620183858615922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUbSPwIvzdzuN3iQbWSyzsiT-7K-VMfYGVw95AwxmY25_NnftqGHPGuFGU1Rg61eSHvh8k5Umf-FBaM3QsqjMkVqjrJGJR6a_w6mf7gpjd9XFCheUiwGdfOnHNggFR8Y1s0mA2/s400/Image1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437620195867775218" style="DISPLAY: block; 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