<?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-1265082554896687775</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:49:00.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mammie's Blessings</title><subtitle type='html'>celebrating pink and blue!
        1 Samuel 1:27</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-8610795735095255300</id><published>2008-11-26T14:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:13:56.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM THANKFUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SS2w8BqgUmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VJFkbYd8mwg/s1600-h/55+chevy+examples+oct+08+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273065284006072930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SS2w8BqgUmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VJFkbYd8mwg/s200/55+chevy+examples+oct+08+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Little furniture for the little ones coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been absent from 'blogging' for quite some time because.........well, like everyone else, I've been B U S Y!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to tell but I'll have to wait until I have more time to fill you in on the details. So, for now I'll give you a quick rundown of why I'm thankful! After all, with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKSGIVING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, there are so many reasons for all of us to be thankful. Here are a few of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the wonderful &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; shower given for my daughter and daughter in law by my precious friends Valerie, Kristen and Melody! It was incredible! (Details soon!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my two little &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;grandchildren&lt;/span&gt; being formed in their mommies tummys by my Heavenly Father! (It won't be long now!!!!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my husband who goes to work every day without complaining. He's been such a good provider for our 37 years of marriage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I still have my mother at almost 87 years of age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my brother and his family with whom we will celebrate Thanksgiving tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my church which I've had the privilege to attend for over 35 years (and with the same pastor!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the friends God has provided for me. What a blessing each and every one is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for good health.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I live in America!!!!! A country where we have the freedom to attend the church of our choice and worship our God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for my saviour, my Heavenly Father.....Jesus, son of God, Holy Spirit! Without HIM I would be nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THANKFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THANKFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for so much and I never want to take any of it for granted. I know that everything I have comes from God. Everything! When I drive around and see the beauty of this world HE has provided for me to enjoy I want to always let HIM know how much I appreciate HIM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we celebrate THANKSGIVING tomorrow let us not forget to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Take time to look around. See HIM in your celebration! Take time to stop for a moment and say THANK YOU FATHER! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD IS GOOD!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, Judy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: x-small" href="http://www.christianwomenonline.net/Calendars.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-8610795735095255300?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/8610795735095255300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=8610795735095255300' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/8610795735095255300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/8610795735095255300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-thankful.html' title='I AM THANKFUL'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SS2w8BqgUmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VJFkbYd8mwg/s72-c/55+chevy+examples+oct+08+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-5603100686491042883</id><published>2008-10-28T13:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:13:51.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HE thinks about us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SQdigTNKptI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jcb1WXQgWDY/s1600-h/IMG_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262282996656547538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SQdigTNKptI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jcb1WXQgWDY/s200/IMG_0880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When I looked out my front door yesterday evening and saw this sight I thought about how blessed I am.  HE thinks about us when HE gives us the seasons!  HE thinks about us when HE gives us all the beauty to enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Look around and see what beauty HE created for us.  Then say thanks to HIM for all that HE does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SQdh3BtH81I/AAAAAAAAAKo/mWRl4xG3oJ4/s1600-h/IMG_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you an expected end. Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I will hearken unto you. And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart, And I will be found of you, saith the LORD...'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jeremiah 29: 11,12,13,14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I thank God that HE can be found!  We don't have to look far to see HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;God bless you today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-5603100686491042883?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/5603100686491042883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=5603100686491042883' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/5603100686491042883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/5603100686491042883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-thinks-about-us.html' title='HE thinks about us!'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SQdigTNKptI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jcb1WXQgWDY/s72-c/IMG_0880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-1241012892513057071</id><published>2008-10-24T16:19:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:38:49.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4eDpmZD04J4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4eDpmZD04J4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listen to this song as you view these pictures that I took over the last couple of days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SQJCcUDGPkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TNUnLF6PQwE/s1600-h/55+chevy+examples+oct+08+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260840368907632194" style="DISPLAY: block; 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But for now.......enjoy this beautiful world He created for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shall behold HIM............one of these days! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.free-blinkies.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-1241012892513057071?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/1241012892513057071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=1241012892513057071' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/1241012892513057071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/1241012892513057071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-up.html' title='Look Up!'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SQJCcUDGPkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TNUnLF6PQwE/s72-c/55+chevy+examples+oct+08+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-7610676139597319624</id><published>2008-10-14T08:37:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:48:42.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Card and a Song from a Melody</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CARD:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SPUWTnUBeSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/OYGVZ3OCgvI/s1600-h/aug+sept+08+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257132666251213090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SPUWTnUBeSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/OYGVZ3OCgvI/s200/aug+sept+08+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pray for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257134185452984898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SPUXsCx82kI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pOl4ATXm7uo/s200/aug+sept+08+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm on a diet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This card was given to me about 20 (really!) years ago from a friend. I hope she remembers it but I understand if she doesn't. After all, it was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the story goes; I was complaining about needing to lose weight. I think at that time I probably needed to lose 20 lbs.........(gee, to be so lucky today!) sigh! The next day at work my friend brought this card to me. She'd seen it the night before at our local card shop and said she thought of me when she saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never mailed it to anyone and have kept it in with other cards all these years! Every time I see this card I think of her and smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;, I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'mailing'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it out to all of you and asking for your prayers. I desperately need to lose weight! It's become unreal how much I've gained and I'm tired of it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;............I don't want to call it a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but I do want to call it LOSING FAT!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;``````````&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The precious friend who gave me the card has the voice of an angel and can &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sing&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At one time, she was in a trio with women who sang at area churches and special functions. These women are no longer singing together but while they were, they recorded several tapes. I am fortunate to have these tapes to frequently listen to and enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Most of you have probably been like me and had songs which you considered, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;'my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!' You know, songs which you could relate to when you were happy, or sad, or whatever. Now, I have to laugh when I think of some that I've 'thought' were 'MY SONG'. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;point&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Lonely, I'm Mr. L-nley"...............well first of all, I'm not a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and as the song goes, I' m NOT a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soldier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Guess this one could not possibly be, my song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"See the Funny Lit_tle Clown"..........no one knows he's (she's) crying on the inside, 'cause he (she) keeps laughing on the inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, that was MY SONG for sure during a really hard time....probably one of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;darkest&lt;/span&gt; times in my life when my sister in law and her 16 year old daughter were both fighting &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cancer&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt; does not begin to describe how I felt!!! I would go to her house, one and one half hours away from my home, and literally feel as though I had stepped into a war zone! It was a war; they were both on chemo, both were very, very sick and fighting for their lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I was crying on the inside and really having a hard time laughing on the outside!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;But one day I was listening to that song.....I mean &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; listening to that song and I heard the second verse (duh, I think I knew the song by heart but.....?)which says something to the effect, 'this funny little clown, you never see him (her) around without HIS GIRL BESIDE HIM!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;HEY&lt;/span&gt;, that's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;'my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;song'&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; That has nothing to do with ME!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; beside him??????????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Well, chalk that off as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;being 'my song!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But I want to tell you what became 'my song' at that very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; time in my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;In one of the many one and one half hour long trips I made back and forth to my sister in law's house, I started listening to one of the tapes my friend and her group had made. I can't begin to tell you what peace came over me when I heard, really heard, the words of one particular song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is, was and always will be &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;song'&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"THERE IS PEACE IN THE MIDST OF THE STORM"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ka9alAR4jU8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ka9alAR4jU8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not my friends' version of the song but  excellent just the same. Listen to the words; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; OUR &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANCHOR&lt;/span&gt;, OUR &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROCK&lt;/span&gt; to build our faith upon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be 'your song.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Melody&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=7610676139597319624' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/7610676139597319624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/7610676139597319624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/10/card-and-song-from-melody.html' title='A Card and a Song from a Melody'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SPUWTnUBeSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/OYGVZ3OCgvI/s72-c/aug+sept+08+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-3057789559971228682</id><published>2008-10-08T16:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:47:25.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Details good and bad</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update about the family on Extreme Makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all what a deserving family to receive a new home and all the wonderful gifts given to them. Here's a mother, Ginger, who has three children who are ill. The two girls, confined to wheel chairs, had to be carried up and down the stairs. That two story house definitely was not built to accommodate wheel chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son, Christian, has croans disease and has become quite ill since the taping of the show. If you saw the program you saw a precious young man who loved his sisters and was deeply concerned for their well being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more to their story but I don't feel at liberty to discuss details of their lives. I will say, God has blessed them with a wonderful community who has done so much for this family in numerous fund raisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A footnote to this story; the teacher who was a big part in their being selected by Extreme Makeover, Home Edition, met her husband through one of the fundraisers. She married him last Friday night and had the two girls in her wedding. How awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now another&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; family&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't finish the above story for several days because I received news of someone I knew who committed suicide. My heart has been terribly troubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not appear to be a story that should go along with the above deserving family but in a way, I think it will. Both families continue to need God's touch in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family I now speak of had a deep dark secret which they kept to themselves. The man who committed suicide was in prison and rightly so. He chose to follow evil in it's utmost form! To protect their identity, I'll not give names or ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going to prison he was raising his two daughters alone, following the death of their mother. For the last eight years we thought their lives were going so well; skiing trips, lovely home, vacations , swimming pool. They were living the 'American dream', so we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of one wonderful teacher who saw something 'not quite right' the secret was revealed. Both girls confessed to being molested by this man, their father, for the last eight years of their lives! EIGHT YEARS OF HELL! The details of what they endured and his addiction to Internet 'garbage' (I refuse to say the 'p' word) was inconceivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cringe every time I think of what they went through. AND NO ONE KNEW!!! That's the danger of the evil which lurks around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this man is gone. He chose suicide! But what about these two girls and the damage which has been done to their bodies? What about their lives and the suffering they've endured? No, they're not in wheel chairs like the two girls from the other family, but these two girls have been 'confined' in a completely different way. Their confinement was the ugliness of sin......not their own but someone who should have had their best interest at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask you to pray for both families. Pray for God's healing touch. Pray for God's mercy and grace. Pray that HE will turn all their 'dark' days into sunny, blue sky kind of days. Pray for laughter to fill their lives. Pray for God to send people in their lives who will share HIS GOOD NEWS! Pray, pray, pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...(He will give us ) beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garmet of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord that he might be glorified. Isaiah 61:3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-3057789559971228682?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/3057789559971228682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=3057789559971228682' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/3057789559971228682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/3057789559971228682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/10/details-good-and-bad.html' title='Details good and bad'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-4147477533654859250</id><published>2008-10-05T16:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:36:49.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.free-blinkies.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is rather short notice but I'd like everyone to watch, "Extreme Makeover" tonight.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A friend of mine's niece, Ginger, and family will be the featured family receiving a new home.  Their last name is Akers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been fun listening to my friend revealing  the details of how they were chosen, where they went while their home was being renovated, etc...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But more than anything, how truly blessed this family is to have the outpouring of love from their community.  What a wonderful family to receive all that has come from being chosen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will be touched by their story.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should you miss the the show tonight, you can go on YOU Tube, type in Extreme Makeover and their last name.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless you today.  :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-4147477533654859250?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/4147477533654859250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=4147477533654859250' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/4147477533654859250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/4147477533654859250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/10/extreme-makeover.html' title='Extreme Makeover'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-4539984512330759691</id><published>2008-10-03T11:23:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:00:03.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SOZoK7IfEfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5ajUOWvE7c0/s1600-h/aug+sept+08+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253000552255525362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SOZoK7IfEfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5ajUOWvE7c0/s200/aug+sept+08+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our 'grandDOGS'  Precious and Duke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honey's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Not a big celebration as he was feeling 'under the weather' with sinus problems.......but then., just about EVERYONE in our area is having the same 'ragweed' attack! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went out for a mighty fine steak dinner! Yummoooo! So good. Then we killed time before dropping in on a really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt; celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A friend of mine had a party for her grandsons' &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lst&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthdays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, born two weeks apart in different parts of the US, I might add. (*note to self: DON'T EVEN WHINE ABOUT YOUR TWO GRANDCHILDREN BEING BORN &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;WEEKS APART!) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back to the boys' lst birthdays. So, my friend wanted people to 'meet' the little guys and eat at a wonderful deli here in town. Since we'd opted to eat earlier (you know.....STEAK) we dropped by for a quick second to run these cute little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ponies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in for the boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252976760379632914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SOZSiDfPbRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eQY72sbGSWs/s200/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252975611276622866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SOZRfKvu_BI/AAAAAAAAAHM/q9O7_hgqoj0/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they just the cutest!!!!!! Now I know it will be impossible for them to take these ponies back on the airplane to their homes but.......hey, they can stay at granny's house. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now for my honey;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few pictures taken of him doing what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;'future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poppies'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do best.........&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252977826776956562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SOZTgIILPpI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCygtKt6txc/s200/aug+sept+08+024.JPG" border="0" /&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;The Pottery Barn bassinet from from mammie and poppie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252993567850217474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SOZh0YMfwAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Bgjk5Xk_eiE/s200/aug+sept+08+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah for reading instructions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252987847682208258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SOZcna6KsgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EKtjsf_jn5Q/s200/aug+sept+08+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'handsome' crib which the other grandparents purchased, as well as the dresser, hutch and other pieces. Bless those wonderful people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252979260763757442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SOZUzmJRW4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Dk7RUaqjnYc/s200/aug+sept+08+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The stroller from mammie and poppie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thank God that father and son have such a great relationship and look forward to doing little projects together. These 'projects' were especially &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252983928842754194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SOZZDUGCGJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iUSwc3cIF_Y/s200/aug+sept+08+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A poppie with speed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time at our son and daughter in laws' house preparing stuff for our little grandson. Of course it was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fest&lt;/span&gt;; one of many I look forward to. Here's what my daughter in law and I 'put together.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252980415490237490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SOZV2z1hJDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jSa5QGGYmdM/s200/aug+sept+08+051.JPG" border="0" /&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;What a little gentleman he will be in this outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252982204822631618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SOZXe9nmtMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QRrnre36eFk/s200/aug+sept+08+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mammie does NOT know how to turn this right side up..... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, David.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference one year has made. Last year at this time you were recovering from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;open&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; surgery. 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This happened to one of my daughter's friends. I'll call her Nancy (not her real name) because already I don't remember her name........see how quickly I forget details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;````````````&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Nancy recently had a baby. Like so many of us she was dealing with added weight and not feeling too good about herself. When the doctor released her, she eagerly joined a gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally it was hard on her to make herself join-in with all the so-called "skinny" girls who'd been working out for some time. But, Nancy was determined to get back into shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On day one at the gym, in comes a beautiful, knock-down, gorgeous, skinny girl. 'Oh great', she thought, 'just what I need.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess who seemed to be right next to whatever piece of equipment Nancy was on at any given moment? Miss Knock Down Skinny Gorgeous Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a beautiful, gorgeous girl working out next to someone who's feeling fat, frumpy, and all the after effects some feel following pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy kept going from equipment to equipment. So did 'gorgeous girl.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When finished with her work-out, Nancy decided to go into the sauna. Finally, she thought she'd get away from Miss Knock Down Skinny Gorgeous Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so.......here she came. Ughhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it there always has to be those beauties that ya feel don't belong in a gym? Why can't they bask in their beauty at home and let us FATTIES bounce along in peace?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so into the sauna MKDGSG girl comes.......but then, she suddenly goes back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back in she comes............................BALD! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it, Nancy suddenly felt such sorrow and remore like never before. How could she have felt such horrible feelings towards another human being. Beautiful, gorgeous, skinny but.........&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Goodness!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl began talking with Nancy. Seems she had a rare, life threatening cancer that was not responding to the chemo. Nothing was working; not the chemo before, nor the chemo before that. Not the pills. Nothing! The doctors had given her no hope at recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl said she decided to work-out like crazy, spending hours and hours at the gym. Maybe it would strengthen her.....maybe a miracle would happen........maybe all the hard work would 'kill' this rare cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy sat there talking with her for quite some time. She found out this girl had several young children which left her mortified at the fact of not being there much longer as their mommy. She said she felt she was probably pretty well off, financially, but knew even money was of no value when no cure was at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..................Nancy, like many of us, learned a good lesson that day. Little do we know what someone is going through by looking at them on the outside. We DO NOT know and should not be hasty at jumping to conclusions! Yet, we do it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know this girls' name but I want to ask you to pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pray for us, all of us, as we learn to see others not by looking at them from the outside. Ask GOD to show us what we need to know. Ask HIM to help us to love one another......really love them, as He loves us...............unconditionally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a children's song which sticks in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Beloved, let us love one another.&lt;br /&gt;love one another,&lt;br /&gt;For love is of God&lt;br /&gt;and everyone that loveth is born of God&lt;br /&gt;and knoweth God.&lt;br /&gt;He that loveth not, knoweth not God&lt;br /&gt;for God is love,&lt;br /&gt;God is love.&lt;br /&gt;Beloved&lt;br /&gt;Beloved&lt;br /&gt;let us love one another&lt;br /&gt;First John 4: 7 and 8........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know the tune for this song but those who do, Sing on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all of us........... Let's begin today practicing what we know is true!&lt;br /&gt;His WORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1John 4:7&amp;amp;8&lt;br /&gt;BELOVED LET US LOVE ONE ANOTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you today! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-2774219844447565719?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/2774219844447565719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=2774219844447565719' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/2774219844447565719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/2774219844447565719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-do-we-know.html' title='Little Do We Know'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-7163769717065107128</id><published>2008-09-25T13:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:25:24.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating pink and blue</title><content type='html'>I had to do it!!!! When I saw this pink and blue "background"......had to change everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say I'd grow tired of those colors. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KIDDING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;???? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I went to Tenn. and shopped for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt; with my daughter in law. (only 3 months to go!!!!!)  Woooooohooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend (well, Saturday only) I get to go to Texas and shop for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; with my daughter. (only 4 months to go!!!!) Yeeeeeehawwwwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, my whole life won't be about &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;, but for right now......I've lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've waited a LONG time for these yungins' so bare with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-7163769717065107128?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/7163769717065107128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=7163769717065107128' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/7163769717065107128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/7163769717065107128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/09/celebrating-pink-and-blue.html' title='Celebrating pink and blue'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-7156586051164203015</id><published>2008-09-24T12:44:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:59:49.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love a good fall, part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay, here's what happened.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While outside taking the picture of my Fall decorations, I tripped and fell flat on my face. My camera went flying and so did I!!!!! ( note to neighbors: I apologize for such an awful sight!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one week since taking that picture. My leg is now badly bruised and UGLY! (no, I didn't want to include a new picture.....don't ya think this one is enough!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't share the "fall" picture with the others in the next blog because I didn't think they looked very good together. (---the good, the bad and then........THE U G L Y!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249646852333855186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="152" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SNp9_5WbYdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XHY2RD0n3Cg/s200/aug+sept+08+022.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is in all it's splendor! (as in SPLENDOR IN THE GRASS????) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YICKS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-7156586051164203015?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/7156586051164203015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=7156586051164203015' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/7156586051164203015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/7156586051164203015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-good-fall-part-1.html' title='I love a good fall, part 1'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SNp9_5WbYdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XHY2RD0n3Cg/s72-c/aug+sept+08+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-6358423604369053088</id><published>2008-09-24T11:24:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:37:46.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love a good Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I love Fall! I love the colors, the smells, the weather, the leaves falling all around. I love everything about Fall. I guess it's probably one of my favorite seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fortunate we are to have seasons. With each season comes something different to look forward. With fall we have cooler weather to enjoy. With winter maybe snow that might fall. Spring brings lots of rain and flowers blooming. Summer gives us warm, sometimes HOT, weather and carefree days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great plan God had in mind when HE gave us seasons. Such is our lives with seasons: some good, some not so good. But change just the same. Ours to enjoy and grow in the seasons of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this Fall season, look around to see if there's not something you too can enjoy. Be thankful it's no longer HOT! Be thankful for the trees as they put on their brilliant colors. BE THANKFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture below has this verse in it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has shown kindness by giving you rain from heaven and crops in their season; He provides you with plenty of food and fills your heart with joy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acts 14:17 (NIV)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;May you find joy today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SNpwhwwFzhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/z82e-pWuOiA/s1600-h/aug+sept+08+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249632040978337298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SNpwhwwFzhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/z82e-pWuOiA/s200/aug+sept+08+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SNpwIYb6LXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bvtDse_om_s/s1600-h/aug+sept+08+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SNpvk1E62KI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Bdkpz5vMe-U/s1600-h/aug+sept+08+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249630994167421090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SNpvk1E62KI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Bdkpz5vMe-U/s200/aug+sept+08+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SNps7zkJFOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/x-KxvquTfDg/s1600-h/aug+sept+08+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249628090363614434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SNps7zkJFOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/x-KxvquTfDg/s200/aug+sept+08+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SNpsk10bGqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/h4Rsvvr-22A/s1600-h/aug+sept+08+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249627695831784098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SNpsk10bGqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/h4Rsvvr-22A/s200/aug+sept+08+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SNprxI11f-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/__JBBilfAT0/s1600-h/aug+sept+08+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249626807584784354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SNprxI11f-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/__JBBilfAT0/s200/aug+sept+08+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;So, here's a few of my my Fall decorations . I have more Fall things around the house but I think you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Happy Fall, ya'll. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-6358423604369053088?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/6358423604369053088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=6358423604369053088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/6358423604369053088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/6358423604369053088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-good-fall.html' title='I love a good Fall!'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SNpwhwwFzhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/z82e-pWuOiA/s72-c/aug+sept+08+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-1309197927567042291</id><published>2008-09-18T12:53:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:25:44.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My friend, Valerie, at &lt;a href="http://www.valeriechris.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.valeriechris.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; tagged me to tell the story of how my husband and I met. So, here goes......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It was long, long ago, in a far away place........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No, really.....David and I met through mutual friends. He was not from our little town but had come here to live with, and work for, his uncle Harvey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was my first year out of high school, his fourth year out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;About the mutual friends......I didn't know it when we first met, but I was dating one of his good friends. (O M Goodness, NOooooooooo!) Yep, so here goes~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One winter Saturday my friend, Marita, and I were on our way to the National Guard Armory to have lunch with her boyfriend and my boyfriend at the time. Slight problem, though. The roads were icy, and when I say icy I do mean &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;c&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! After we slid all over town and realized we could not begin to make the 30 mile trip to the armory, we settled on staying in town and eating at a local restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Walking into the restaurant we spotted her boyfriend with this guy, both in their &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;army&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;fatigues&lt;/span&gt;. Seems they couldn't make it to guard duty and settled on dropping in for a bite to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We spent the day, riding around town....I mean &lt;em&gt;sliding&lt;/em&gt; around town, doing donuts and having a blast, driving like fools on I C E! And I feel in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; with someone I didn't know before that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At the end of the day he told me he wouldn't see me anymore until I broke up with my boyfriend, his good friend. And the rest is history............(not too romantic but hey, it's lasted 37+ years).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, it gets better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We decided on an Oct. 10th wedding. The colors were to be pale yellow and salmon. The bridesmaids dresses were finished. The songs were chosen. The invitations were in the mail. Everything was taken care of and ready to go . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;On the evening of August 29th, after attending my third wedding shower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I made a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;decision.....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;'Hey, mom, I've decided I &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; married!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Hey, daddy always told me not to JUMP into anything.......He was okay with my decision......I'm feeling a load off my shoulders,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, why the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;piercing&lt;/span&gt; look???????)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dokie&lt;/span&gt;! Things were, let's say, not too good around my house!!!!! You might say, things were just plain &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;ice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was hitting the pavement taking wedding gifts back and forth. My wedding book has cute little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; marks next to: "gifts received" with the words: &lt;em&gt;returned&lt;/em&gt; or/&lt;em&gt;did not&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; (as in, the giver told me to keep the gift.) But, one gift-giver stands out in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;As I walked up to the house, to return the gift that person had given, I overheard the lady say to the person on the other end of the line: 'listen, honey,let me call you back, yes, it's Judy at the door. You know, David's fiance. Yeh, yeh, ......called it off.......don't know. Yeh, I'll call you back and let ya know what happened." (helloooooooooooo, I can hear you, lady!) First thing out of her mouth as I handed her the gift she'd given us; "Honey, what on earth happened." (okay, then, I'll tell ya quickly so you can get back on the phone.......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And, so it went, kinda like that with every stinkin' gift! What a mess! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Needless to say, David was not speaking to me nor did he much like me. But my mother decided what a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; thing it would be to invite him and his whole family to our house for David's birthday (Oct.2)............(yes, ma'am, that sounds like a fun evening??????) IT WAS &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A FUN EVENING! (And no, it was not a good idea, mother). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two months later..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. David shows up at my house with a gift, something his cousin, Phyllis loved to wear: JUNGLE GARDENIA (omg is that a strong perfume or what???? and sticky too!!! ugggg!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, it was good to see him. And I guess you'd say, the perfume did the trick because on Jan. 23rd we got married in a simple little ceremony with his cousin Phyllis and her husband, Jerry standing in as our witnesses. No big wedding! Nothing but simplicity. Married on a Saturday, back to work on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did I mention it's been 37 years? That's &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIRTY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YEARS without wedding pictures or a fancy honeymoon. But it worked. I love him more today than on that day in January of 1971. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a true and factual account of "our story". Isn't it a hoot???? It's funny now but back then, not so funny to a few.......(as in David and my mother!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We laugh about my indecisiveness......(still have trouble ordering food for fear it might not be as good as say something else on the menu!!) But, I'm doing better as I get older (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; some might say......)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But ya know, maybe if we had gotten married on that day in October, we might not be together today! I think I had to be away from him to know that I loved him. Sure it was a mess but it made me realize when I'd get angry at him for some reason or other......................'Judy, you had your chance and you went back to him! You went back a second time so think about it ole girl! Why did you go back?' And that's what rolled around in my head when we'd have an argument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(...................or was it my mother's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;piercing&lt;/span&gt; eyes????????????????)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One final note: Remember the original date was October 10th? Know why I can never forget that date????????????????????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We used &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stinkin' napkin with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Judy&lt;/span&gt; and David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;October 10, 1970&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;GEE THANKS MOM, Because for years and years.......IT WAS NOT A JOY EATING AT YOUR TABLE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;The napkins are finally........g o n e !!!! 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We don't understand the tragedies in our lives and maybe never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the midst of whatever it is we're dealing with, we may feel alone and forgotten. But know this, GOD is still there. He's still in the business of performing miracles. He's still there for us to call upon. HE STILL LOVES US and knows when we're hurting. He cares for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call out to Jesus. He has "big shoulders" to lean on. Let Him wrap you in His arms and love on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He is not the author of confusion....1Corinthians 14:33. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed; for the Lord thy God is with thee whitersoever thou goest ... Joshua 1:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I will say of the Lord, HE is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust... Ps. 91:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Have peace knowing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Lord will fight for you.....Exodus 14:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Go to Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;in time of need&lt;/span&gt;....Hebrews 4:16&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Call out to Jesus! He's listening for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And know that you are in our prayers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God bless you today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;```````````````&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And to my cousins in Houston, Conroe and Brenham, Texas.....we were so happy to finally get word that you are okay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-2335541200901862643?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/2335541200901862643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=2335541200901862643' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/2335541200901862643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/2335541200901862643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/09/call-out-to-jesus.html' title='Call out to Jesus'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-392470362388131567</id><published>2008-09-13T15:51:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:28:23.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise.  Don't whine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMxsj_yU0dI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZyOkbnUJEIc/s1600-h/pictures+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMxr9pgMa-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/LAhksxk-dZw/s1600-h/pictures+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245686372836862946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMxr9pgMa-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/LAhksxk-dZw/s200/pictures+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was doing day 5 of my Bible study, "Discerning The Voice of God" by Priscilla Shirer. The last page titled, THIS WEEK AT A GLANCE, asks the question: 'What immediate steps would you take to respond to obedience?' At the end of my answer I wrote these words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;praise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;instead of whine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, isn't that what I usually do when I pray? 'Lord,I need you to take care of this or that; I need........; I need........; Lord will you do..............?' How about stopping all the whining and praising Him? What about telling Him how wonderful He is instead rehearsing all the needs I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two teeth removed on Tuesday by an oral surgeon and I've been whining to God ever since. Yes I hurt, but there's more things going on in the world worse than the silly pain in my mouth. ( 'Pity party for one, please.') I'm thinking those in Galveston, Houston and the surrounding areas wish they had such a problem as TEETH!!!!! (honestly, Judy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How refreshing when finishing my Bible study, today, to be thinking of Him instead of ME! So, I closed my book and decided to sit at the piano (something I've not done all week because.....well you know, I had my"pity party" to attend). So, I'm playing away, praising God with song when I look at the picture above my piano and see these words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;May the light of God surround us, the love of God enfold us, may the power of God protect us and the presence of God hold us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;FROM THE RISING OF THE SUN TO THE GOING DOWN OF THE SAME, THE LORD'S NAME IS TO BE PRAISED. Psalm 113:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245685772999466130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMxrau70HJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBO7eqO3uU8/s200/pictures+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whewwwwwwwwwwww.......that picture has been hanging in the exact same place for almost a year. Today, however, I believe God wanted to speak to me through those words. PRAISE HIM!!!! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;His name is to be praised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading those words I decided to go around the house and see all the words of praise I had placed in each room. His promises are right there for me to see every day but have I overlooked them? Have I taken His words for granted? Have I forgotten to stop and PRAISE Him? Have I decided to sit and practice whining, instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few examples of His promises around my house.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245670364639258610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMxdZ2Ud5_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/SN6CyIkwwzo/s200/pictures+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A favorite picture from the '50 with a verse from a daily praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 Timothy 1:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245666763990101922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMxaIQ2z76I/AAAAAAAAAFc/zL1gkBde2vw/s200/pictures+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In my daughter's "old room"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can do all things through Christ which strengthenth me. Phil. 4:13&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245663019087410818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMxWuSAbtoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HTZ8Kqqo-Do/s200/pictures+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have no greater joy than this, to hear of my children walking in the truth. 11John 1:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245662068303779698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMxV28D813I/AAAAAAAAAFM/86VE1bxC50A/s200/pictures+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can do all things through Christ which strengthenth me. Phil. 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245660749141209554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMxUqJzFcdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ImnMBhc5anQ/s200/pictures+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Another one in my son's "old room" Ps. 37:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245660026071497586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMxUAEJ1O3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1H1JGnMyi78/s200/pictures+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Delight yourself in the Lord! He shall give you the desires of your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245659317488452674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMxTW0eeBEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/y7oKUHLmDik/s200/pictures+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One of my favorite verses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need. Hebrews 4:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245658559652910578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMxSqtUZVfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9wEo4H20MTU/s200/pictures+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;His promises are true! Wait on them. Acts 1:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful He is! How marvelous is His name! How beautiful in all the earth is He!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will praise Him!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;``````````````````````````````&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Judy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-392470362388131567?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/392470362388131567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=392470362388131567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/392470362388131567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/392470362388131567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/09/pray-dont-whine_13.html' title='Praise.  Don&apos;t whine!'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMxr9pgMa-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/LAhksxk-dZw/s72-c/pictures+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-2221683740958584854</id><published>2008-09-10T08:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:07:53.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby #2 is a....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well..............it's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yeah, those cute clothes are a keeper! We're so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Poor Tiff, when she called yesterday I had a mouth full of gauze and under the effects of pain medication as I'd had two teeth extracted earlier in the day. She couldn't understand a word I was saying so her dad took the phone. Today I got to congratulate her for real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thank God for His blessings!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1 Samuel 1:27,28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-2221683740958584854?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/2221683740958584854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=2221683740958584854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/2221683740958584854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/2221683740958584854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-2-is.html' title='Baby #2 is a....................'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-3955898236730807581</id><published>2008-09-08T10:28:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:29:33.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Plaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMVSEHJxjDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7vM9_AePkno/s1600-h/clothes+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243687571735809074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMVSEHJxjDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7vM9_AePkno/s200/clothes+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I had to share this picture with you because tomorrow hopefully, we'll find out what baby #2 is (remember several posts back I told you it will be a girl????) If the little darlin' cooperates and takes a revealing picture, we'll know for sure "she's" a girl. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh yeah, back to my picture..... Several weeks ago I was in Texas and found a wonderful baby shop. They were having 60%-70% off on all clothes so of course I HAD to buy this outfit along with three or four more. At that price, who could resist........SOMEBODY will have a girl, I thought to myself, as I made my purchases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, last weekend when the kids were coming in I took all the clothes I'd purchased for my "to -be -delivered" grandchildren and hid them out of sight. Out the door Tiffany and I went, shopping in and around OKC at the cutest children's shops. Now, here comes the neatest thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We were going through all the darling little clothes when I heard her say: "oh mom, look at this cute outfit." OMGoodness.......there it was, the very same exact outfit as above! Now remember I got it on sale, at a bargain price I might add. At this store they had it marked $59.00!!!!!! I'm not bragging but............I paid a whopping $19.00!!!!! How's that for a bargain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;See, I told you I couldn't resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I kept my mouth shut about having that little "cutey puttotee" outfit at home and said something like, "yeah, it's okay." (needless to say I was having heart palpitations right then and there!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's really weird is how many times she and I buy the same something or other without knowing the other had made the same purchase. We've done that with jackets, household items, note cards, and almost with a sofa. (hmmmmmm, is she her mother???) Rather funny I'd say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tomorrow, after I receive that call telling us indeed our little grand baby is a GIRL, that little outfit, along with several more, will be in the mail to Tiff and my SIL. Oh how I wish I could be there when she opens that package and sees these little outfits!!! I hope she remembers pointing that one out to me but I'll have to let her know I already had it in my possession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Did I tell you how long I've waited to start shopping for grandchildren??????? Welp, sisters, I've got a list a mile long of all the stores I need to check out. No longer do I need to shop for antiques; got enough of those. No more household stuff is needed; doesn't interest me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NOPE..............it's children's clothing stores for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Look out world, I'm on a mission. I do believe this is going to be the best shopping of all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh yeah, here's another plaid outfit. Also, a bargain. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243692707828036626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMVWvElldBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SclWU1ETvac/s200/clothes+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you today.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-3955898236730807581?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/3955898236730807581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=3955898236730807581' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/3955898236730807581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/3955898236730807581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-plaid.html' title='Baby Plaid'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMVSEHJxjDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7vM9_AePkno/s72-c/clothes+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-119906491666138526</id><published>2008-09-07T17:03:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:03:10.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocks in my head, song in....</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have a problem. Maybe ,some of you have this problem too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can be talking to me, or I might be listening to someone on television speaking, when suddenly..............I might hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(examples:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;........." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;blah, blah, blah!!! But I hear, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have to make up your mind?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"blah, blah, blah&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;lonesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hear, "are you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;lonesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tonight?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I need to take this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;key&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/em&gt;blah&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;blah&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;blah" I hear, "I got a brand new pair of roller skates you got a brand new &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"....we have our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;land&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;blah, blah, blah" I hear, "This &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;land&lt;/span&gt; is your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;land, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; land &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or maybe "This &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;land&lt;/span&gt; is mine, God gave this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;land&lt;/span&gt;...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you see the problem? It's maddening, I tell you, maddening! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; in my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt; (or is that........"with a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; in my heart") ??????? They just keep coming, one song after another. There's never an end to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There have been times when I'd break out in song! Say a word and POW....another song!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes it can be funny but usually, it's distracting because I might miss the rest of what someone is saying for hearing "a song" rolling around in my little brain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, &lt;em&gt;what's&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;em&gt;mother&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;? (There it goes again, wasn't that a commercial??? Commercials are rollin'around in there too. OMGoodness!!!!!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I'm going to laugh about it. I've been doing it this long, gotten by with it, so why change now. But for those who stand before me, uttering words, please know that in the midst of what you're saying.................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there's a song in my. ...... HEAD."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laughter&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;the Bible says is a good medicine!...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"... spoon full of sugar, makes the medicine go......." &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you Lord for the "rocks in my head" cause it will keep me laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it goes on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and on &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and...................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God bless you today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/285/C2016386485E7978C26870255D9EE0A9.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-119906491666138526?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/119906491666138526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=119906491666138526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/119906491666138526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/119906491666138526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/09/rocks-in-my-head-song-in.html' title='Rocks in my head, song in....'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-2185365584946102288</id><published>2008-09-05T08:58:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:54:33.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Tiff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMFIBmjNnWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Is5OY8gvxp8/s1600-h/tiffany++35+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242550633601277282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMFIBmjNnWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Is5OY8gvxp8/s200/tiffany++35+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Happy Birthday, Tiffany! I can not believe you are 35 today. Where did the time go? It seems the years has flown by and I've been "out of touch" so to speak. :) Am I stuck in a time-warp? Oh, goodness, I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for you, dear daughter. Have the years &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; been sunshine and roses? Of course not. But, as in all things, we grow in Him when we face each stage of our lives. Without the "seasons" of our lives we would become complacent and dull. The seasons take us on to new and exciting paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've enjoyed each stage of your life. You've given us joy! I can't imagine not having you in our lives to fill each day with something new. We've laughed together, cried together and shared some pretty wonderful times. Who could ever forget all the fun vacations we've taken? Rodeo Drive? (remember your embarrassment at being in Nana's pick-up? FUNNY!) : Hawaii ?(where you and your dad stayed in the room to watch "Gomer Pyle" instead of walking on the beach...so sad!) : Washington D.C.? (could we have had any more blisters from all the walking? I was determined that we see everything before we were off to Dollywood ....really, Dollywood after D.C.!!!! weird, hugh? :) : Florida? (did we really drive the motor home on the beach? ) So many fun times. We've been blessed, dear child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, today I reflect on your life with much love and thankfulness for the pleasure of being your mom. I could not be more excited than to know that in a few months you, too, will have the wonderful blessing of becoming a "mom." You're going to be a terrific little mother to your children, Tiffany. For that, I thank God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Knowing you will be raising your children in a home where God's love abides assures me that you and your husband, David, will seek Him in every aspect of parenthood. What peace comes from knowing His hand will be guiding you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMFHkPk0f2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/sBzSiGBfNwc/s1600-h/tiffany++35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242550129217797986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMFHkPk0f2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/sBzSiGBfNwc/s200/tiffany++35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 months old. Too cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMFEvXAUDUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v6rXDJeiBQM/s1600-h/tiffany++35+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMFDAc9gXmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fsOCghkmSO4/s1600-h/tiffany++35+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242545116289195618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMFDAc9gXmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fsOCghkmSO4/s200/tiffany++35+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; This is the sweetest note of all. You were in preschool and told the teacher you did not have to take a nap. Mrs. Laughlin told you if you brought a note from you mother telling her you would be leaving early, she would let you stay up. Well, being 4 years old you thought you could write your own note and tell her it was from your mother! Hmmmmmm, I wonder why she didn't "buy it." lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMFCgsP-C_I/AAAAAAAAADs/TYYBJF-WytI/s1600-h/tiffany++35+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242544570637356018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMFCgsP-C_I/AAAAAAAAADs/TYYBJF-WytI/s200/tiffany++35+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those precious dog ears! What a little sweetheart. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMFAuYAUjKI/AAAAAAAAADk/KOr6VHqFVkA/s1600-h/tiffany++35+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242542606697925794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMFAuYAUjKI/AAAAAAAAADk/KOr6VHqFVkA/s200/tiffany++35+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tee ball, softball, basketball, pom squad. What fun we had watching you compete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SME__BqdQpI/AAAAAAAAADc/3XG-CUyjthw/s1600-h/tiffany++35+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242541793246790290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SME__BqdQpI/AAAAAAAAADc/3XG-CUyjthw/s200/tiffany++35+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I could not find the actual picture but found this newspaper clipping where we published our birthday wishes to you. (were you amused? I hope so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SME-zKc8_UI/AAAAAAAAADU/VwHUqxSU1ug/s1600-h/tiffany++35+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242540489936010562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SME-zKc8_UI/AAAAAAAAADU/VwHUqxSU1ug/s200/tiffany++35+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; This note makes me laugh!! Okay, now that you're going to become a mother, I hope this note does not come back to haunt you. :) Oh those teenage years! God bless us all, we lived through them and still love one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SME-SMDSOGI/AAAAAAAAADM/Gh-_ODLEi44/s1600-h/tiffany++35+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242539923429537890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SME-SMDSOGI/AAAAAAAAADM/Gh-_ODLEi44/s200/tiffany++35+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;College days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SME900xE_4I/AAAAAAAAADE/QY517V2hKlQ/s1600-h/tiffany++35+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242539418962952066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SME900xE_4I/AAAAAAAAADE/QY517V2hKlQ/s200/tiffany++35+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nana, you and uncle Jerry at your apartment .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SME7q58lb0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/NPghsjjtr54/s1600-h/tiffany++35+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242537049531445058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SME7q58lb0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/NPghsjjtr54/s200/tiffany++35+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; And this is what your dad and I looked like as a young couple, waiting for our little one. (what on earth is with my hair....yicks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TIFFANY! I'm proud to be your mom! I wouldn't have missed it for the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God bless you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-2185365584946102288?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/2185365584946102288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=2185365584946102288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/2185365584946102288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/2185365584946102288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-tiff.html' title='Happy Birthday, Tiff'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SMFIBmjNnWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Is5OY8gvxp8/s72-c/tiffany++35+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-418289265347134704</id><published>2008-09-03T10:19:00.026-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:11:56.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SL7EVkbPgwI/AAAAAAAAABM/RKa15vtptPE/s1600-h/AUG++SEPT++08+PG+GIRLS+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241842891140072194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SL7EVkbPgwI/AAAAAAAAABM/RKa15vtptPE/s200/AUG++SEPT++08+PG+GIRLS+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kandace, Travis, David, me, Tiffany, David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friend, Valerie, took this picture of me and my family after church Sunday. It's not often we get together in a picture as I'm usually the photographer. Thank you, Val, for asking if we wanted our picture taken. I'm so glad I had my little camera in my purse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My daughter in law and daughter before leaving for church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SL7GDHRd88I/AAAAAAAAABc/DUfcEviKrzw/s1600-h/AUG++SEPT++08+PG+GIRLS+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241844773100057538" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SL7GDHRd88I/AAAAAAAAABc/DUfcEviKrzw/s200/AUG++SEPT++08+PG+GIRLS+009.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engagement pics&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SL7VE8ZBEWI/AAAAAAAAACM/E3jUllPRugk/s1600-h/family+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241861297213084002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SL7VE8ZBEWI/AAAAAAAAACM/E3jUllPRugk/s200/family+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SL7VfrnmOEI/AAAAAAAAACU/yN1YnVIwjos/s1600-h/family+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241861756567304258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SL7VfrnmOEI/AAAAAAAAACU/yN1YnVIwjos/s200/family+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241864444440996482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SL7X8Iun6oI/AAAAAAAAACs/AVr4TdUGwfA/s200/family+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tiffany &amp;amp; Travis as small children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Family! How important one's family should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for my husband who has taken such good care of us from day one of our marriage. Very few times has he missed a day of work. He's dependable; he's a good worker; he's honest; he's caring; he's a wonderful husband; he's a terrific father; he's a child of God. I've learned so much from him in the 37 years we've been married. He understood the meaning of FAITH when I didn't have a clue of what it really meant to depend upon God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time he was 5 years old his mother was battling breast cancer. His father's job took him away from the family for long periods of time, leaving his mother to care for three small children (my husband being the youngest.) He saw his mother dealing with the hardships of sickness, money being tight, handling all the activities of children, and suffering alone with her illness. He SAW faith in action and understood what it meant to lean on God. Through trials and tribulation this lady was an example of the "gifts of the spirit": love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for my family! My mother who had my sister 10 years before having my brother and then me, 3 years later, was the rock of our family. At the age of 38, she was dealing with a husband who suffered a life changing heart attack. Their plans were suddenly changed as he continued to have heart attacks and could no longer work. Out of necessity, she took a job to help with the finances. Our lives were not the same. My daddy struggled with the effects of having a weak heart while mother struggled with juggling a job and caring for children. She too set an example of what it meant to lean on God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SL7Se63QbBI/AAAAAAAAACE/mDMYTIPJbt0/s1600-h/bohannon+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241858444944763922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SL7Se63QbBI/AAAAAAAAACE/mDMYTIPJbt0/s200/bohannon+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My brother, me, daddy and mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I look at my children and see them starting their families I pray that I've given them a glimpse of what it means to depend on God. Although we've been blessed as to not have any life altering situation that changed the course of our lives, I pray that they've seen their dad and me seeking to know God's truths through our examples. My desire is for them to know Him; lean on Him; seek Him; love Him; depend on Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family. They come in all different sizes but we all come &lt;strong&gt;from&lt;/strong&gt; a family! What a wonderful plan God had for us here on earth. Maybe your family is not what you'd desire but it's what you have. Period! Thank God for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have our "family of God" our brothers and sisters in Christ. As in our "flesh and blood" family, some easy to love, others not so easy. But they are our family just the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach out to your family today. Tell them you love them. Let them know that you thank God for them. Pray for them. Ask God to bless them. Pray for the very best for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 3:14-21 NIV "For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom his whole family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge-that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's blessing to you today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-418289265347134704?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/418289265347134704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=418289265347134704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/418289265347134704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/418289265347134704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-are-family.html' title='We Are Family'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SL7EVkbPgwI/AAAAAAAAABM/RKa15vtptPE/s72-c/AUG++SEPT++08+PG+GIRLS+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-9040475961366252066</id><published>2008-08-22T15:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:02:20.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth Moore, or my brother?</title><content type='html'>I'm sad to say, I won't be going to hear Beth Moore in San Antonio tonight and tomorrow morning. Oh, it's not because I didn't buy a ticket. No, I did buy one for me and for three of my Bible study sisters. It's not because we didn't have a room reserved. No, we had a nice room for four reserved (thank you Bev).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be in San Antonio because my brother is turning 60 (that's another story for another day). His wife has planned a party for him and how could I possibly not be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But miss hearing Beth Moore.................whewwwwwww! That's a tough one. I'll miss being in the same building with at least 12,000 women (and a few men) praising God. There is nothing like it. The sound of those voices singing together gives one a glimpse of what heaven will be. Oh what a beautiful sound indeed. Great job by Travis Cottrell and his worship team. The spirit will definitely be in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be together with that many people under the same roof praising God, hearing His word, being as "one nation, under God" makes me think how wonderful it will be when we're sitting at His feet. How simple it seems, to be together as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I sit here knowing I'm missing something wonderful. I've been at Beth's conferences in Little Rock, Oklahoma City and Kansas City as well as a simulcast in Oklahoma City. I know God is being glorified by her teaching and His presence will be felt by every person there in the Alamodome in San Antonio. What an experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless each sister in Christ as they come together with our precious sister, Beth. I can't wait to hear all about it from those who traveled south to be there. For Bev, Marilyn and Kathy, this being your first conference I especially look forward to hearing from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Valerie and Kristen sitting in the reserved "Siesta Fiesta" section, I can see the smiles and joy on your faces. There will be tons of stories from you two. :) Enjoy meeting all your blogging siestas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's blessings! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-9040475961366252066?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/9040475961366252066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=9040475961366252066' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/9040475961366252066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/9040475961366252066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/08/beth-moore-or-my-brother.html' title='Beth Moore, or my brother?'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-2160083446374765712</id><published>2008-08-22T08:18:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:04:08.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Root</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SK7Ugmy4anI/AAAAAAAAAAg/u5S6D9OiDzQ/s1600-h/august+08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237357073313327730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SK7Ugmy4anI/AAAAAAAAAAg/u5S6D9OiDzQ/s320/august+08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look closely at this picture. If it looks like a tree is growing out of the sign, you're correct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this the other day and had to stop to get a closer look. Sure enough, this little tree, weed or whatever it might be, is growing up through the very small pole which holds the sign. Such a small area, yet this tree has taken root and growing with ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The possibility of this growth made me think about how easy it is for sin of any kind to "grow" in the smallest "openings" we allow in our own lives. Oh sure, we think something won't harm us if we just dabble a tiny bit. That's all sin needs to take root is a mere "tiny bit" and it becomes bigger and stronger in a moment of time. The roots get deeper and harder to pluck from their existence. Before we know it, the sin of whatever has taken over and playing havoc with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A simple statement we've heard since we were small children yet applies to us now as much as then: make wise choices. Choices come at us every day in business practice, in family matters, with friendships, at school or at home. How do we make right choices based on what we know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to keep our guard up at all times. We have to fight the temptations, whatever they might be. We have to keep a close relationship with God! Read what He has to say in His Word. Talk to Him. Listen to Him. PRAY! PRAY! PRAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've noticed that when I let my guard down, so to speak, satan (the thief) immediately comes in to "kill, steal and destroy" just as it says in John 10:10 (KJ). Oh how he loves to sneak in when we least expect it. But only if we &lt;strong&gt;allow&lt;/strong&gt; him to take hold can he grow in the smallest of spaces. See him for what he is and wipe him out with God's help. Don't &lt;strong&gt;allow&lt;/strong&gt; him to take root. Constantly ask God for HIS protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John 10:10 (KJ) "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: &lt;strong&gt;I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There! He said it, I believe it. He will keep His word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay rooted in God. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you today.    :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-2160083446374765712?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/2160083446374765712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=2160083446374765712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/2160083446374765712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/2160083446374765712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/08/taking-root.html' title='Taking Root'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SK7Ugmy4anI/AAAAAAAAAAg/u5S6D9OiDzQ/s72-c/august+08+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-7209073376317337931</id><published>2008-08-20T14:17:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:53:47.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby # 1 =</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The results for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;!!!!!!!! BOY !!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so excited!!!!!! Of course we're excited that our son and daughter in law are having a boy (you know, the last name will be carried on, etc... blah, blah, blah) But we really didn't care. We are so honored to be having a grandchild.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you God for this blessing! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Samuel 1:27 &amp;amp;28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-7209073376317337931?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/7209073376317337931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=7209073376317337931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/7209073376317337931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/7209073376317337931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-1.html' title='Baby # 1 ='/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-2862077428096599125</id><published>2008-08-18T10:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:39:06.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorify HIM</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a fun week. Wednesday we find out the sex of our first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grand baby&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, so here are my "predictions:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;#1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grand baby&lt;/span&gt; is a boy (due January 3)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;#2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grand baby&lt;/span&gt; is a girl (due February 18) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you think it really matters to us? NO WAY! We are blessed at the privilege of becoming grandparents twice within six weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago I went with my daughter to her doctor's appointment. Against my wishes she was having tests to make sure everything was okay with the baby. However, I soon realized once we were there that the only reason she was having the tests was to be able to "see" her baby sooner than the normal 20 week sonogram. It did not matter to her or her husband if those test results were negative or positive because the results were not going to change anything concerning her pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were not listening to anything the doctor said as he performed the so called tests. Our eyes were fixed on the monitor at seeing that precious 3 oz. baby moving ever so playfully. We could see "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;" profile, "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;" little hand with all five fingers and could see and hear the heart beat. Oh what a miracle! WHAT A MIRACLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 44:2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt; "... he who made you, who formed you in the womb."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about Him as He's creating us and how delighted He must be at His handiwork! Think about it for a moment. Think about how proud we are when we complete a project. We stand back and look at it from every angle. We gaze at it with wonder and smile at our accomplishments.  Can't you just see Him creating a tiny baby?  His perfect hands as they form mankind.  His smile as He gazes at His completed "project."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREATION!!!!!!!  What miracles we are.  We were created to glorify HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romans 15:5,6  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt;  "May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you a spirit of unity among yourselves as you follow Christ Jesus, so that with one heart and mouth you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are created to glorify HIM!  That is my desire to always glorify Him.  As a grandparent I want to teach these babies all about our CREATOR.  I want them to know how special they are and how much they were loved even before we could hold them in our arms.  Our precious CREATOR held them in HIS arms first, touching them, creating His master piece.   From His hands to ours.  What a miracle!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God bless you today!  Never forget that &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are a miracle.   Glorify Him.  Tell someone about His love.  GLORIFY HIM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Judy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-2862077428096599125?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/2862077428096599125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=2862077428096599125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/2862077428096599125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/2862077428096599125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-going-to-be-fun-week.html' title='Glorify HIM'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-2954559626373337662</id><published>2008-08-04T13:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:00:35.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 26, 1975</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm sitting in the back seat of my car. Tears are running down my cheeks as I listen to a James Taylor song on the radio saying something about being down and troubled and when you need a helping hand, you've got a friend. Well I don't feel that I have a friend in the world at this moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're on our way home from what was to be a weekend outing. It's the first time we have been away in 3 months. We went to Arkansas to the sight where 12 weeks before this day my husband broke his neck in a truck wreck. We were staying with his dad and step mother in Sallisaw when my cousins showed up to take us home. It's July 26, 1975.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My cousin's husband is driving my the car as my husband sits in the passenger seat, unable to drive due to a hard shell brace he is wearing for his broken neck. My two cousins are following behind in their car. My 18 month old daughter is not coming with us at this time; she's staying behind with her grandpa and grandma. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're traveling at what seems to be a snail's pace!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My daddy has passed away today! A heart attack has taken my 53 year old daddy; my friend; my best friend; my daddy; my wonderful DADDY! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I'm home. Home where I'll never see him again. Home to make funeral arrangements. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm only 24 years old. I have a small child. I have a husband to care for. Lord, I do not feel I can go on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am down and troubled and yes, I need a friend to brighten up even the darkest night just like the song says. But.......I'm not walking with the Lord and I'm not sure of anything today&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;It's been 33 years and one week since that day. Over the years I've heard that James Taylor song many times and my thoughts immediately go to the sadness I felt at that time in my life. Today, however, when I hear those lyrics I realize how fortunate I am that I don't have to feel alone. I know who is my friend............His name is Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Do I get "down" and feel troubled? Sure I do. But when we're walking with the Lord we know where to turn. HE is always there for us in our darkest hour. HIS word is there to comfort us.&lt;br /&gt;HE is our friend who loves us more than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;One of the wonderful blessings I've received from a group of ladies at my church is to learn "scripture songs." One particular "song" is from &lt;em&gt;Isaiah 43:1-3. "...Fear not; for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine. When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee; when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee. For I am the LORD thy God."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is in Heaven. My HEAVENLY FATHER is right here beside me.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you today.&lt;br /&gt;Judy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-2954559626373337662?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/2954559626373337662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=2954559626373337662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/2954559626373337662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/2954559626373337662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/08/july-26-1975.html' title='July 26, 1975'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265082554896687775.post-2170727409988112418</id><published>2008-08-01T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:01:43.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog/Blessed to be a Blessing!</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am in the "world of blogging".  I never thought I'd be doing this but I'm thinking I need to share my blessings with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name "Mammie's Blessings" comes from the name I hope my little grandchildren will call me.  However, whatever they decide will be perfect.  It will be some time before I hear those words as our first grandchild is 5 months away from delivery.  Our second grandchild is 61/2 months away from delivery.  Mammie and Poppie have a certain ring to them, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my blessings.  Some time ago several of my friends and I attended a ladies conference and were struck with the idea that we too could put together one in our church.  As of yet we have not done one but when we do God has given me the title:  BLESSED TO BE A BLESSING.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, what do we do with our blessings?  Do we keep them to ourselves?  Do we thank God for every blessing?  Do we bless others?  Do we take our blessings for granted and become ungrateful?  We sing a song, "Make me a Blessing" but when He does, do we carry through and become a blessing to others? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my desire, to be a blessing.  It might take hard work on my part, though, as I sometimes forget to think of others when I'm busy or stressed or running late.  I become complacent and just plain lazy at times. It's another "flesh against spirit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Bible says in Matthew 26:41..."the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak."  Just like the disciples who fell asleep and could not "watch with (Him) for one hour" I too fall down on the job, so to speak. I want to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make me a blessing, make me a blessing!  Out of my life may Jesus shine;  Make me a blessing, O Saviour, I pray, Make me a blessing to someone today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you today!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Judy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265082554896687775-2170727409988112418?l=judywho51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/feeds/2170727409988112418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1265082554896687775&amp;postID=2170727409988112418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/2170727409988112418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265082554896687775/posts/default/2170727409988112418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judywho51.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-blogblessed-to-be-blessing.html' title='My First Blog/Blessed to be a Blessing!'/><author><name>judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04069935222901282945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uAbeOeoYNUw/SJNr7IPbDnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWb2khGZFw8/S220/September+04+%26+Car+Show+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
