tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88487052913374419532024-03-13T10:16:39.090-07:00Joanna's JoyJoannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17056569013243141570noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848705291337441953.post-16930042183349317052015-04-15T18:51:00.000-07:002015-04-15T18:51:14.583-07:00Mr. Carlson<br />
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by the grace of God, i grew up in a home in orange, CA...<br />
across the street from a man named Mr. Carlson.<br />
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this evening i returned home from a memorial service for a man whom i respected deeply and loved very much. a man who poured so much into me that my life is forever changed by the love he showed and shared with me. i don't believe that i can find words that would describe who Mr. Carlson was, but as my husband was driving our family home i was looking through my Bible seeing scriptures that stuck out that reminded me of him.<br />
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romans 12:9 "Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never lacking in zeal, but keep your spriritual fevor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with God's people who are in need. Practice hospitality."<br />
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1 corinthians 13:4 "Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered it keeps no records of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices int he truth. It always protects, all trusts, always hopes, always preservers."<br />
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titus 1:8-9 "Rather he must be hospitable, one who loves what is good, who is self-controlled, upright, holy and disciplined. He must hold firmly to the trustworthy message as it has been taught, so that he can encourage others by sound doctrine and refute those who oppose it."<br />
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hebrews 10:23 "Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful."<br />
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hebrews 13:16 "And do not forget to do good and to share with others for with such sacrifices God is pleased."<br />
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Mr Carlson loved the unlovable. And i know because that was me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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i lived across the street and i was at the Carlson house a
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Mr. Carlson never turned me away. he never didn’t have time for me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Mr. Carlson helped me with my math. He warned me about boys. He told me every blond joke that he knew. our family shared a horse for awhile. he taught me how to whistle a whistle that could bring in every neighborhood kid with in a mile. i call my kids to me with this same whistle.<o:p></o:p></div>
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i was playing charades with his daughter - my friend, trisha in the front room one day, eating a peppermint candy, i inhaled and
choked. (right before that we had been laughing hysterically) she took my hand and walked me
back to her dad. he did the abdominal thrust on me and saved my life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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about a month ago i was sharing my testimony with a
group of women. after hearing about different
things i had gone through one of the ladies asked – “how did you know Jesus' love?” i responded “Mr. Carlson.”<o:p></o:p><br />
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as i sat at his service with another 800 plus people i bawled... i was overwhelmed with the love that i felt from him as i grew up. isn't that how it should be? that young ones feel so loved and special by the adults in their lives? amazing that the Lord can and will fill this need when someone needs that. story after story was about how he showed Christs endless love for others. i am so grateful to have seen this and have it modeled to me. even though i really hadn't seen him super regularly in this last 20 years i had my first 20 years pretty continual with him. <br />
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Father God - thank you Jesus for your mercy. for planting each one of us right where we are to be. Lord, as Mr. Carlson learned to follow you and to be used by you for your glory, please do this in me, in my children, and in the children that spend hours at our home...</div>
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i have endless stories of him. i am so grateful for the saving grace of Jesus and the hope that we have in Him. i know that Mr. C is in heaven worshiping our King. when i get there i am grateful that i will be able to walk across the street of gold and get another hug from Mr. Carlson.<br />
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(left to right) Bob Carlson, Trisha Carlson, Michael Carlson, Joanna (Arneson) Caldwell, Gail Arneson, Mary Carlson, Jenna (Arneson) Smyth, David Arneson<br />
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"Tiata" and Mr. C. Notice he is barefoot...he usually was.</div>
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<br />Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17056569013243141570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848705291337441953.post-62446989021789979272015-02-27T19:26:00.000-08:002015-03-14T04:49:38.923-07:00And the Curtain Closes...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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you know how when you are the symphony and the musicians play such an amazing song... it moves your whole body. your hands wring with emotions, your eyes swell with tears unable to keep them from falling. you feel it in your chest and neck trying to keep from sobbing of all that stirs within. the song ends.<br>
you jump to your feet. bravo! bravo! clapping with all you can. you shout encore! encore!<br>
once again the performers give just the last several measures of what they had just triumphantly completed - bravo! bravo!<br>
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and then it's over....<br>
that's it...<br>
you sit...<br>
try to gain composure.<br>
the last song has been played. it's time to get up, take a deep breathe and move on.<br>
the curtain closes.<br>
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this happened as i sat for the last performance my sweet "baby girl" played her violin in the symphony orchestra.<br>
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it happened again tonight.<br>
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tonight a man came with excitement to pick up our piano.<br>
as he came in my girl was triumphantly playing "joyful joyful". i stood there in the room staring at her - tears streaming, flooding down my cheeks.<br>
she can play this piece amazingly. and i love it. every time, i love it. every thousand times, i love it. she plays with passion, with all that she has. sometimes i wonder how the keys can with stand the amount of passion that's played on them... but they do and they lift the sound of praise to our Heavenly Father.<br>
i'm in awe. looking at this girl who has grown to be a young woman. so musical. so talented. and i cry knowing that hearing that, seeing that in my life every day is coming to an end. the piano now gone. just a year and a half ago our oldest daughter was wed and started her own family. the sound of the violin left. <br>
it's not just the music of course - it is the ones who play it...<br>
they grow up. the seasons change...<br>
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hours and hours and hours, the children have played music.<br>
piano, violin, cello, mandolin, a little bit of accordion, ukulele, drums, guitars, banjo,<br>
it's just been part of the atmosphere of our home.<br>
and it's changing...<br>
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it's ok. there will still be music.<br>
i am sure someday there will be another piano and the littlest girl (who is three right now) will make "joyful joyful" sounds on it as well.<br>
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i am grateful for the sweet gift of music in our home.<br>
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thank you Lord for blessing our house with song. constant song. <br>
thank you for the joy it brings and the millions of memories that come over me when i hear certain songs. especially the ones my children have played over and over again. <br>
Father God - please Lord - help me never to forget the joy of my children playing songs. beautiful ones, off key ones, just learning songs, noisy songs - and please let me never forget the sound of their voices singing to YOU.<br>
and Lord, as the curtain has closed with that little brown piano on the other side, please don't let me forget and please don't let them stop playing...<br>
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<br>Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17056569013243141570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848705291337441953.post-21194188608752902382015-02-07T22:53:00.002-08:002015-02-20T23:43:40.939-08:00Pack up the Tentswe have moved many times. how many? many...<br />
it's been in a time period of 20 years...<br />
and here we go again. and it is good.<br />
and it is clear.<br />
we have been in southern ca for 5 years now. we came from the central coast with a job transfer. we said "oh Lord, we will go anywhere but l.a." hence why we are in l.a. <br />
and it's been hard.<br />
and it's been good.<br />
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we are transferred again to a mountain area. we are going to be mountain people. imagine. we will live on a strong slanted hill where it would really be a bad idea to sled down it considering it's a pretty busy road at the bottom. we won't really have a yard, but the forest is close, right?? checked out the library and it looks like it will be a good fit for our family. small town libraries are the best. it is a 950 sq. ft. cabin. 3 bedrooms. 2 bathrooms. (that part is a gift from the Lord - thank you) <br />
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i feel like the Lord has told us, "pack up your tents. time to go. your work is done here and I've got things for you to do". <br />
and it brings a big sigh.<br />
this probably has a lot to do with the fact that our two oldest boys have lived in the back yard in a<br />
ti pi for the last year and half - yes, by choice. they wanted to brave the storms of winter and the blazing heat of summer. we learned we were moving so one afternoon while the ti pi was dry it was time for it to come down and for the men to move back inside like civilized folk. terribly hard to sleep for the first few nights with having a comfortable bed and all. the ti pi came down, was rolled up and packed away for a indefinite time until it comes out of the "long term storage" pile for the next set of adventures, late night book readings and midnight rat captures.<br />
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this last five years living in this city life place has been a huge season of loss for us. loss of our babies, loss of three amazingly loving grandparents, loss of a relationship of one dearly loved & missed, loss of friends, loss of a child of a friend, loss of health for several that we love. it has been a heavy season. it has been a growing season. a season of listening. a season of waiting. a season of questioning. <br />
and we still have hope.<br />
hope in our Savior.<br />
trust in his plan for us...<br />
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i keep thinking of calling my grandfather to tell him of the new things going on and he isn't there. but still, his christmas present sits on the mantle wrapped...i think i will leave it a bit longer. not ready to move it yet... strange how it takes so long to adjust.<br />
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i seek the Lord, searching His Word, asking for a word from Him. i wait...ask Him to release me from the fear that i have entangled myself in. asking Him to heal the holes in my heart knowing and trusting that He patch it perfectly. <br />
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i look forward in anticipation of what He is leading us to.<br />
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it has also been a season of joy...<br />
we have been so blessed to have our family grow with a son-in-law and a bright, blue-eyed baby grandson.<br />
blessed by our neighborhood,<br />
blessed by our lay-hands-on-you-and-pray-in-the-name-of-Jesus-neighbors. (yes! that's you!)<br />
by this we have been most blessed; people confident in our God's good and perfect plan for each one of us.<br />
blessed by the home fellowship group we have been able to be a part of and for the dear friendships made there that we hope will last a lifetime.<br />
we have had the great joy of a growing and loving marriage - soon to be 20 years.<br />
of reunited friendships,<br />
a special relationship with a most dear auntie & uncle,<br />
time with our folks,<br />
and now a season on mountain living.<br />
we are truly blessed.<br />
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Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17056569013243141570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848705291337441953.post-30430021510542027522014-12-05T00:45:00.001-08:002014-12-05T11:30:35.875-08:00We Played In the Rain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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at grandpas's 100th birthday - october 30, 2014<br>
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a week ago i left my 100 year old grandfather's hospital room and on my way out he stopped my husband and me. he said "keep taking trips. go on picnics. be together as a family. that's where the memories are."<br>
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two days ago my mother told me that grandpa had officially been put on hospice care. my children were just finishing their lunch and we talked about the new information we knew about grandpa miller. we went to the front porch to watch the rain pour down. it was amazing. the curious slowly left the cover of the porch and inched their way out to the lawn looking back to me to see if the were going to get called back or not. i let them play. soon there were big splashes in the river of a gutter that was rushing down the street. they were having a good time. right there i had a choice. was i going to go with in or live? i did change my clothes real quick and joined my babies out in the rain. even the big guys came out. we splashed and kicked the puddles at each other. we floated a plastic duck down the stream. we had a great time. we were making memories. maybe crazy memories but we were making them none the less and we were having a great time in the process.<br>
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today i went to see my grandpa. i told him about playing in the rain with the children as per his instructions to make memories. he smiled and patted my hand approvingly. with that my mom began to share fun times that she remembered with her dad, my grandpa while growing up. it was a sweet time. a day that i will treasure always.<br>
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december 4, 2014 at 7:05pm Jesus our Lord and Savior pulled back the veil between heaven and earth and ever so tenderly invited my grandfather, Paul Kenneth Miller, to join Him there. we are saddened as we will miss grandpa more then i think i can even comprehend at this moment but we truly rejoice that he is not in any pain, that he is worshiping the King of Kings and that he is in eternity. my grandfather was a man who loved Jesus, loved my grandmother (married for 74 years) and loved his family very much. he was a man of integrity, great character and a hero to many. not a perfect man, but a real man. i am so grateful for the many memories that he made with me, my husband and our children.<br>
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<br>Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17056569013243141570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848705291337441953.post-91941581713624345062014-12-02T07:51:00.000-08:002014-12-05T11:31:47.073-08:00Have You Suffered For Nothing?<br>
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i ran into a girlfriend at the orthodontist yesterday. she was willing to have a cup of spontaneous tea with me. what a treat! we sat for a couple of cups and caught up on life. she asked me about a piece of art work that i made several years ago. art wise i think it was a good piece. mixed media stuff. i was happy with the layout, layers, etc. what it said was completely different. i was at one of my very lowest points. lonely. self focused. not realizing that i was self focused which of course always increases the self inflicted pain that causes. i felt like i had been hit by a truck, left in the gutter. kind of like that pitiful cat from the musical CATS. seen that? remember her? gnarled and all. as my littlest daughter would say "ba-lah. blahhh!" meaning ick. down right ick ick ick. it was sinful thinking. and that my friends is ick. what's that smell? oh! that's my disgusting flesh!<br>
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i didn't really share the turn from that piece of art work with my friend. so much has changed since than. God has healed hurts. restored relationships. opened my eyes to His faithfulness to me. restored the joy of my salvation. blessed our family with unity. provided a group of believers to fellowship with. as my physical body slowly continues to heal from a couple of years of shakiness my soul feasts at the table of the King and i am ever so grateful for the fullness i feel in Him.<br>
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as i spent time in God's word this morning He brought me to galations 3:3-5. <br>
"<i>Are you so foolish? after beginning with the Spirit, are you trying to attain your goal by human effort? Have you suffered for nothing - if it really was for nothing? does God give you His spirit and work miracles among you because you observe the law, or because you believed what you heard?"</i><br>
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i was struck by that "have you suffered for nothing?" no! i know that the trials that i have gone through, even the ones, mostly the ones, that were caused by my own selfishness, inward thinking, lack of service, fear, PRIDE (that one is the ugliest) judgment of others, control in my marriage, God will use this. God is using this! as i have repented and have been given the gift of a repentant heart from the Lord i can share what the Spirit has taught me through His Word. if this brings anyone to the foot of Jesus, to the cross and they can have a repentant heart than i have not suffered for nothing.<br>
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a young gal i'm acquainted with lost her sweet baby boy just one month ago similarly to how i have lost my sweet daughter. a mutual friend put us in contact with one another. sharing with her the hope of heaven, that that's where our children are and the sharing the comfort that Jesus brings. that made it so my suffering was not for nothing. may God be glorified even in our pain. may we rejoice as we know that "trials of many kinds develop perseverance. perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything." i still long for and miss all my babies i have lost, but i am able to see the many blessings that have come out of that hurt. one of those blessings being how drastically our perspective on children changed to what a blessing they really are! God used this to change even our words with our children. how we talk to them and how we talk about them. even in a joking manner. we want to, and try to lift our children up with our words.. not tear them down by saying ill words. we value them in such a different way and try to take our responsibility seriously as we understand it in God's word.<br>
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i often wonder why in the world should i write? isn't there a book already out there on just about everything? don't we have thoughts and opinions spread all through out this world? why in the world would anything i say be different than the next gal? my husband answered this for me. sometimes he has to speak in "joanna language". especially when we are talking math, money craziness. he puts it into words i can get with my artistic brain. he told me to write because maybe someone will hear the love of Jesus in their language. maybe God will use me. Lord please use me.<br>
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final thoughts...the trial you are going through right now, God can use this. will you allow Him too? is your suffering for nothing? often it is so hard to see what some of the blessings are on the others side of the trial. remembering that our Lord is faithful, has been, is now, always will be, this is some of the truth that we need to focus on. not the feelings of "ugh, i'm sinking in this". i am trusting more. trusting, believing. knowing that there is a specific purpose for the road God has us walk. are you going to trust that He has you on the road you're on for a reason? Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17056569013243141570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848705291337441953.post-41734749269570866552014-10-27T05:00:00.000-07:002014-10-27T05:00:08.740-07:00More rules...but these are for Mama<div class="MsoNormal">
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</span><!--[endif]--> Remember
that this season of life is only a season.
It is over too quickly and before you know it this beautiful bundle you
hold in your arms will make you a grandma.
This is true. Just ask your
mother. <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->The goal in the middle of the night is not “get
the baby back to sleep”. The goal is to
comfort and love and enjoy this moment.
Fulfilling this high calling of motherhood. For these moments of a wee one at the breast
will be the moments you cherish when you think back on the early years. I have often asked God to help me remember
specific moments of nursing, a toddler hand in mine, He has gifted these
memories to me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->Littles climbing into your lap while having
morning Bible study is not an interruption.
It is a divine appointment.
Welcome them in. Read Deuteronomy
6.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->Smile. A
lot. There is so much that can weigh on
a mama’s mind. Don’t let their memory of
you be a furrowed brow but rather smile and have a sparkle in your eye. Do this with Daddy too. There is so much that can weigh on a daddy’s
mind. This sparkle only comes from
Jesus.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->Littles want to help with everything. Dishes, laundry, cleaning, cooking… If you are faithful and patient to teach them
while they are little you will not sigh a big sigh of distress when baby is a
teen wondering why YOU have to do everything.
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</span><!--[endif]-->Daddy’s play differently than mamas. This is a huge gift. Don’t correct daddy with everything he should
or shouldn’t do with baby (at any age).
This is a sure way for discouragement. <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->Dishes, laundry, cleaning, “stuff” will
wait. It will be glad to wait for
you. Littles don’t wait. If love tanks aren’t filled they will find
something else to do. Be flexible. <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->Love Daddy.
One of the greatest gifts you can give your little one is love and
respect their Daddy. He is a hero to his
little one. As mama we can encourage
this or break it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->The world, and even the church sometimes, does
not always see the job as “mother” as one of a high calling. It is.
Be cautious of the thinking or even joking talk that says children are a
burden, so much work, too expensive. Psalm
127:3-5 <i>“Sons are a heritage from the Lord, <b>children a reward from him.</b>
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior </i>(Pastor Wiemann says “launch
them in the correct direction”) <i>are sons
born in one’s youth. <b>Blessed is the man </b>whose quiver is full
of them. They will not be put to shame
when they contend with their enemies in the gate.” </i>(emphasis mine)<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->Share your secret chocolate stash with your
littles. Doing this will make them feel
so special and they will definitely remember how it is you made them feel. When they are big they will bring you more chocolate
or if you’re lucky a grande nonfat latte!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Did you know that October is a remembrance month of miscarriage, stillbirth, pregnancy loss and infant loss? Did you know that chances are that those mamas (and daddys) that have lost babies through miscarriage, or stillbirth still think of those little ones that that they never got to hold at their breast and rock in the night? How do I know? Because I am one of those mothers. 1 out of 4 mothers lose their babies to pregnancy loss,<br />
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I have five babies in heaven. Three of them I have named. Two of them I have gone through labor and delivery I have held them, wrapped them in blankets, stroked their tender cheeks, kissed their sweet faces. I have buried them. I have been swollen with milk unable to nourish my little one. My body still bears the stretch marks of pregnancy. My arms still long to hold the babies. At night when I rest my hand still lays over my empty womb waiting to feel the flutters that won't come. I say "I" in all of this but the loss is ours. My husband and I. We have gone through these losses together.<br />
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When I have had pregnancy loss I really haven't had a question of why but fully believe that it part of God's perfect plan for my life. For my families life. I still grieve. My heart still breaks. I still think of and long to hold my children. BUT I know that the Lord is faithful. He has yet to leave me. He gives me soothing peace as only a heavenly Father can do. He reminds me of His love for me. Reminds me that my children are with him free from the confusion of this world.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/oO6uyJcBclw?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe>For the last two deliveries with my children at home I have sung during labor and delivery. I know that sounds strange but i grew up singing. loving to sing and was able to block out hurt or distraction with song. So i tried this with the intense pain of labor. the morning of knowing that I would need to delivery a baby whose breathe was gone I walked around the block of our neighborhood. I needed to be alone with the Lord. Wondered if I could get labor to start moving. I remember feeling like I was on a death march. Knowing there was no turning back but that at that moment the Lord God had it planned for me to go through this storm. My Jesus can walk on water and He can calm the storms. The song "Captivate Us" by Watermark came on. I locked it in on my phone and that would be the song that we would listen to for the hours of this journey. My husband and I were able to quickly learn the words as we would sing together. Crying and holding each other we would continue to worship. Now, a year latter, when that song comes on we reach for one another's hand. Praising Jesus for the little girl that song reminds us of and missing her terribly. Her name is Maple Clara. A little sister to three sisters and four brothers here.<br />
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Chances are you know someone who has lost a little one that they love and still miss. Why not send them a handwritten note to let them know you haven't forgotten and you know they haven't either. I know for me it is healing to talk about my little ones - especially as it is so recent to have lost them. I have lost three babies in the last 19 months.<br />
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I am still awaiting the due date of my fifth last miscarriage. I was four months. October 25, 2014.<br />
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Have you lost a little one? Your child? A grandchild? If you like please honor them by writing their name in the comet list below.<br />
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Monica 14 weeks 1995<br />
Matthew David 7 months February 2000<br />
Easter baby 8 weeks March 31, 2013<br />
Maple Clara 5 months October 20, 2013<br />
Baby Caldwell 4 months April 14, 2014<br />
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What could be better than happy, creative children who want
to learn, love and play? The list of
rules is long, but in all it’s just for play.
We don’t live by tight rules. An occasional bouncy time on the bed or
the couch happens, but not everyday. I
want to remember that my children are children.
They don’t need to act like little adults. Polite yes, prim and proper always? No. We encourage lots of play in the mud,
bouncing on the trampoline while holding a hose, back yard adventures that
include tipis, worms, and archery. That
reminds me of another rule, you must wear underpants under your Indian costume
that you have made with paper, yarn and scotch tape.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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We learned back when we only had two children, when our
third went straight to heaven and not into our arms, that children are truly a
gift from God. They are not ours. Even though we name them, care for them, play
with them, teach them and all of those different things, they are not
ours. Each and every child belongs to
God. Each and every child has been put
here, in our care, ultimately to be trained to serve Him, love Him and to point
others to Him. I don’t want to mold my
little ones into what I want them to be, but rather what the Father wants them
to be. I want to teach them to yield
their will to mine when they are young, so that when they are older they will
yield their will to Gods. Yielding of
themselves won’t be a brand new idea. <o:p></o:p></div>
Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17056569013243141570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848705291337441953.post-78357948938276210042014-10-06T23:34:00.002-07:002014-10-08T12:57:34.910-07:00As with all rules...<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;">
<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> As with all rules, even silly
rules, they are usually put in place because the event it is referring to has
happened.</span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Yes.</span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">All of these rules have been put in place
because of previous incidents or because of great planning. </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">My children tease me that I have to many
rules, but as you can see with the list below, some of them are just
necessary.</span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">With seven children almost
anything can happen.</span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Trust me.</span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">ANYTHING can happen.</span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Praise the Lord for that.</span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">What an incredible blessing of adventure they
bring to our home!</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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I know some of them would fall under the category of "Oh gross!", but Hey! It's real life! And it's mine...</div>
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<u><span style="font-family: Algerian; font-size: 18.0pt;">House Rules<o:p></o:p></span></u></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">1.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">No tinkling into the coop for the baby
chickens, especially when the coop is in the house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">2.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not vacuum up the chicken poop. It makes the vacuum and the hall closet smell
really bad.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">3.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not hit chickens with sticks when you
are chasing them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">4.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not eat chicken poop. Don’t even try it. It is not good for you. Icky. Icky.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">5.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not chase your brother with the mop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">6.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not chew gum that you find already
chewed at the park.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">7.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not pour the honey onto the table, or
onto the chair your bare feet are standing on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">8.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not tape your brother to a tree even
if he asks you to. This is especially
important if mommy is not home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">9.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not fasten your stuffed animals in
anyway to the ceiling fan. They can go
for a ride on the swing set instead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">10.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not keep your snail collection behind
the couch in the house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">11.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not turn the refrigerator or freezer
knobs to the “off” position. This is
especially bad right before mommy is planning to entertain for dinner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">12.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not chase each other with butter
knives.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">13.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">No you may not kill a bear with a butter
knife.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">14.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not drink ketchup out of a sippy cup.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">15.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not open three boxes of almond milk at
the same time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">16.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not mix a container of almond milk
with popcorn and water.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">17.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not serve this “drink” to your
brothers or yourself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">18.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not drink out of the fishbowl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">19.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not try to hunt the fish with a butter
knife.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">20.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not mix syrup and baking soda on the
pantry floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">21.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not climb on the counter to unlock the
high lock daddy put on the pantry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">22.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not empty mommy's hair products out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">23.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not kiss anybody’s eyeball.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">24.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not take a bite out of anyone’s
deodorant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">25.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not pour the container of laundry soap
on the laundry room floor. This isn’t
really how the clothes get clean.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">26.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not chase your brother with a PVC
pipe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">27.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not put rose petals in the VCR.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">28.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Don’t encourage the dog to walk on the
table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">29.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Don’t put the dog in the baby’s crib.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">30.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not put extra covers on the baby with
out asking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">31.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Stop telling your brother that FedEx is
coming to pick him up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">32.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Take your muddy boots off before you come
in the house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century","serif";"> Do not put gravel
in the hubcaps of the car. This makes
daddy think that the breaks are having a really bad problem.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">33.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not look up in the bottom of the
vacuum while it is running. This is
really bad when your sister is the one looking and she has really long
hair. This can cause her hair to get
sucked up really fast. If this does
happen, pull the vacuum off of the child’s head quickly in one smooth
motion. Kind of like a big heave. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">34.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not pour milk on your sister. This is not considered “water” in a water
fight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">35.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not tie your grandparents to the sofa
bed at three in the morning with yarn.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 42.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 42.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Century; mso-fareast-font-family: Century;">36.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Century","serif";">Do not paint the dog.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mama’s permission.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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see how fast he can crawl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the house. I know this is ok at your
Aunt’s house but not here!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17056569013243141570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848705291337441953.post-39765581969371291532014-09-27T00:53:00.000-07:002014-09-27T00:53:24.943-07:00BFFit's crazy at times... the ways emotions can roll in like the waves. little wave. little wave. whoa!!! watch out wave.<br />
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my best friend is moving.<br />
my BFF.<br />
my drop everything, drop to our knees , we gotta pray type of BFF.<br />
my let's have coffee for hours, talk, read, pray.<br />
that's the one.<br />
her.<br />
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the funny thing is, is that i'm the one who moved five years ago. i can still see her as i got into my big red excursion with all six of my children of various heights and ages strapped in. she was bawling. not just bawling but bawwlllinng... and now. here's me. even though we are miles apart we are still on this same side of the country. the same state. the same "edge of the map". and i am picturing her getting into the big car - a truck most likely - and i'm bawwwllllinnng. i am so happy for her. i am so sad...<br />
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that's what we do though right? we change seasons. our coffee season was like this. we meet pretty faithfully once a week for coffee (jonoe). we talked. we laughed. we cried. we read our Bibles. we prayed. we rolled on the floor in the coffee shop holding our bellies from laughing so hard. we drank gallons of coffee. "coffee IV please. chair 1" <br />
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we did this for about 9 years. seriously. 9 years. in crisis times, which of course basically means ill perception of what it was/is that God has called us to do, we met more than once a week.<br />
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this is probably one of the biggest gifts i have ever received in my life.<br />
with this friend, i know that i am excepted. i am loved. i am reminded, know and BELIEVE that God loves me. that His son Jesus loves me. i am reminded of truth. of what really matters.<br />
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this is my best friend.<br />
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dear sweet gal on the other side of the map...<br />
here she is.<br />
she's amazing.<br />
she loves Jesus.<br />
she sings.<br />
she's big into excersize. - (i know that's weird. don't tell her. it makes her happy.)<br />
there's so much....<br />
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this i know. God's timing is always perfect. <br />
He is the changer of the seasons.<br />
Father, please go forth of my BFF.<br />
provide for her and her family. <br />
Lord, when she is settling in to her new little nest, please send a flock of friends. the ones who love you. the ones who will challenge her in her faith. the ones who will share this next season with her.<br />
and Lord....there is still another BFF of hers and mine that will be in that little country town. Father God, please more than ever, be that BFF to her that she needs. we trust you Lord - with everything.<br />
amen.<br />
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