tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86574992024-03-12T19:47:23.881-07:00My Spot on His Shore...Living for Jesus...
joyful in the waves
that life brings...Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.comBlogger507125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-6270123063010355022012-04-17T14:36:00.001-07:002012-04-17T14:36:33.131-07:00islandlorrie's photostream<div style="padding: 0; overflow: hidden; margin: 0; width: 500px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35470810@N05/7088560363/in/photostream/" title="auntmoniwatercolor" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7203/7088560363_3513caebec_s.jpg" alt="auntmoniwatercolor" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35470810@N05/7088559711/in/photostream/" title="bluffwomensmall" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7116/7088559711_bb5cd34ba2_s.jpg" alt="bluffwomensmall" style="border:none; margin: 0; 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margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35470810@N05/3288661718/in/photostream/" title="bill gave me roses" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3619/3288661718_a9f008e563_s.jpg" alt="bill gave me roses" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35470810@N05/3288661478/in/photostream/" title="Hanging out in park on Pres day" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3323/3288661478_7606f8893a_s.jpg" alt="Hanging out in park on Pres day" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35470810@N05/3288661374/in/photostream/" title="bill and lorrie near waterfall" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3380/3288661374_21b95a2aa0_s.jpg" alt="bill and lorrie near waterfall" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"/></a><div style="padding: 0 0 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/gallery-empty-icon.gif" style="margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;"></div><br clear="all"/></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px"><p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35470810@N05/">islandlorrie's photostream</a> on Flickr.</p></div><p>trying to get this stuff to pinterest</p>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-35502228980593704902011-03-09T10:24:00.001-08:002011-03-09T10:24:36.759-08:00newspaper<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35470810@N05/4358234859/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4358234859_70191d8996_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35470810@N05/4358234859/">newspaper</a> <br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/35470810@N05/">islandlorrie</a></span><br clear="all" /><p>so cute from last year....gotta repost this!</p>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-77006315178595778862011-02-25T08:57:00.000-08:002011-02-25T09:03:37.064-08:00crabgrass and coming back!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmhB4IyI8001lxUDRcdpnu-e1OzS-fNcMpnrIFK9HagnQ_47595afNZqaNP6kkpfiYPgIUZTQBDXKaOsXS0oY6-9vUJunB_rC0HTOUaE3rfB0vw5HuM8QsR1bf1_ffBaKBWez/s1600/beautiful_lawn2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmhB4IyI8001lxUDRcdpnu-e1OzS-fNcMpnrIFK9HagnQ_47595afNZqaNP6kkpfiYPgIUZTQBDXKaOsXS0oY6-9vUJunB_rC0HTOUaE3rfB0vw5HuM8QsR1bf1_ffBaKBWez/s400/beautiful_lawn2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577673507381126738" /></a><div>Well I'm slowly making my way back to this poor neglected blog.</div><div>Check this out...something I posted a while ago...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://islandlorrie.blogspot.com/2010/06/don-be-green-with-envycrabgrass-is-to.html">yeah, click here!</a></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm off to read a former associate minister's blog...</div><div>something about being in the ministry</div><div>(not that I'd know anything about that!)</div><div>Blessings!</div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-2532872503701023912011-01-24T06:26:00.000-08:002011-01-24T06:30:19.877-08:00um..excuse me while I lose a week.....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Pain!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">From my back!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Can you believe it?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Somebody said I didn't get the memo I wasn't 20 anymore!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;">ok....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">so how did I handle it?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sulked. Wined. Gained 2 lbs eating red vines through the day...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and God was STILL faithful!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">my back is getting better and my attitude is too.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It would have been much better to provide a great </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">witness to my children of being in pain and</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">totally relying on the Lord.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">All that time to stop and commune with Him,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">the God of the universe and I spent it...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">watching a whole heap of HGTV!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Something is amiss here!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Blessings!</span></div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-54702549018423930902011-01-11T07:20:00.000-08:002011-01-11T07:30:09.652-08:00SNOW? Well no...but I'd like to see some!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUOiHTySPdxNePEwUEaKNj_Co5C8BztXjB4JXtf9AaHbrOaUMJ1GwJvUdqm3F7mGLePLzg173ybLlusmApSI_44F6koyJH6PqWcPPVK3UvCHstZ-R014yzobTPn5He2q0WI_Xk/s1600/snow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUOiHTySPdxNePEwUEaKNj_Co5C8BztXjB4JXtf9AaHbrOaUMJ1GwJvUdqm3F7mGLePLzg173ybLlusmApSI_44F6koyJH6PqWcPPVK3UvCHstZ-R014yzobTPn5He2q0WI_Xk/s400/snow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560949853734434290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Last year after driving 2 hours to the snow</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">SNOW!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I think I like it!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We try to go each year...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">so my kids can play in it!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Our city trucks it into the harbor during December </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">so children can throw balls of it</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">at each other...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">but my confession is...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">have</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">never</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">seen</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">it </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">actually</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">SNOW!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">I know!</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">How crazy is that!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I've been to the snow!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I've been in airports and couldn't leave because of snow...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">but I've never<i> seen</i> snow ...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">fall!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I got close...but some Highway Patrol cop said I didn't have chains and </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">would have to leave the area! some people!</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So all of you snowed in types...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">don't feel so bad!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">What you have in abundance....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I've never seen!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">How crazy is that!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Blessings!</span></div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-38981863047520833312011-01-10T10:22:00.000-08:002011-01-10T10:22:41.213-08:00The Biblical Model of Mentoring<a href="http://threadsmedia.com/lead/article/the-biblical-model-of-mentoring/">The Biblical Model of Mentoring</a>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-39569243631066345842011-01-06T07:26:00.000-08:002011-01-06T07:50:13.477-08:00what gifts shall I bring?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9F4dYez-drPs_H-fLZOMgYkO26FtMV2SzVlAgVI6QqYSNww9LKJL6x_RS6AOGnjGTTDAoOMg5WsVBTOCUqxFuNIrs4llYXBvqhoPLpnmy3KGLD-h2aO_vNbz5adxHOBCkTmA8/s1600/3kings.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9F4dYez-drPs_H-fLZOMgYkO26FtMV2SzVlAgVI6QqYSNww9LKJL6x_RS6AOGnjGTTDAoOMg5WsVBTOCUqxFuNIrs4llYXBvqhoPLpnmy3KGLD-h2aO_vNbz5adxHOBCkTmA8/s400/3kings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559097037175849826" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">epiph·a·ny</span> noun \i-ˈpi-fə-nē\</div><div><i>plural epiph·a·nies</i></div><div><i>Definition of EPIPHANY</i></div><div><i>January 6 observed as a church festival in commemoration of the coming of the Magi as the first manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles or in the Eastern Church in commemoration of the baptism of Christ.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Yes so after all that huff about traditions...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My family celebrates Epiphany or</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Three Kings day....depending on your location.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>What do we do?</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Well we finally gather around the nativity and</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">nearly dead tree...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">thinking about what gifts we can bring to God this year.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">We have a box that we put these statements in...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and then we open it next year!</span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I have to admit...I don't know where the box is right now...</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">so we might have have to start anew tonight.</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Anyhoo... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">What gifts do you need to bring to Jesus in your life today?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The gift of time? Spending more time reading God's book</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and less time reading, surfing, channel watching?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">What gifts do you need to bring to God?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Your family by being a blessing to them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Do something special for a family member...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">get your hubby his fav coffee, or your daughter a cute journal...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">all in the name of...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">well just because.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">There are many gifts we can give the Lord...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">since He gave us His perfect gift....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">His SON!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">With that said...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">here's a little excerpt from my</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">son giving his gift "music"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">playing the sax </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">Christmas eve...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">He usually plays the piano...but he's been playing the sax a year now and has moved on.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><i>That's another thing...sometimes our gift changes and we need to switch up what we give to other people and to God as well</i>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">He also arranged the accompaniment</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>(funny to see him trying to direct our very talented music minister)</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and it's aptly titled...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">We Three Kings...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">(Please excuse the tilted video (it's only a minute)..head in the way...and cutting off at the end...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">that's all I can do with my phone... sorry folks)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy4zANQG-YG4Ad-JPGVkMckXXInSYtJzG_CqTyp0Z_BFU-URRJqe4ypH9evN_d-1etLftjZnqE3AEw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Blessings!</div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-54863113275518814552011-01-05T07:55:00.000-08:002011-01-05T08:05:58.971-08:00Traditions...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZvSSZwLJhfLsn14-Pip52HQUfZldaJR0QWtRi0XqZno1aJRHEKmSZYMzhpCJE_-Gimb6PzsdO2L05BF-hK49sbf1mfv_J0soBaMAB2k9_Ti_5iI5DpfezYct-Cn79eiO1e0W/s1600/Photo0864.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZvSSZwLJhfLsn14-Pip52HQUfZldaJR0QWtRi0XqZno1aJRHEKmSZYMzhpCJE_-Gimb6PzsdO2L05BF-hK49sbf1mfv_J0soBaMAB2k9_Ti_5iI5DpfezYct-Cn79eiO1e0W/s400/Photo0864.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558731249336340114" /></a>Traditions...<div>(for those who don' t know...the first day of the year our family eats...</div><div>black eyed peas, white rice, cornbread and greens)</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Correction...Grandpa, myself and my middle son ate this...</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the others...well...</span></i><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Traditions?</span></div><div>Why do we do them?</div><div>I know the bible says it's good to keep some.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ones that point us to God.</div><div>Traditions that put God in our children.</div><div>Traditions that put <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">God in us.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>What about the rest?</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>What traditions am I holding onto to that are...</div><div>useless...</div><div>wasters of my time...</div><div>will not bring myself and my family closer to God?</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Jacob set up a pillar in the place where </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">He had spoken with him, </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">a pillar of stone, and he poured out a drink offering on it; </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">he also poured oil on it. </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Genesis 35:14</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Don't get me wrong...we need traditions...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">but what should I keep...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">and what should fall by the wasteside?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-39260617738442302782010-11-30T05:06:00.000-08:002010-11-30T05:06:00.902-08:00Taming the Tongue...Tuesday!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3eecFgDeUiabRkh9D6nGEZoOblTkjJ1b8F14OpKZWdYi4L8Mq6QUDl0aacuizhyB1VJUuUPfs-1bao7Jq4DnBg2jln6QSus2Tf0Apbvm1CIIhIB6dWjqdP8BQAnN2gzsQBAS/s1600/tamethetonguetuesday.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3eecFgDeUiabRkh9D6nGEZoOblTkjJ1b8F14OpKZWdYi4L8Mq6QUDl0aacuizhyB1VJUuUPfs-1bao7Jq4DnBg2jln6QSus2Tf0Apbvm1CIIhIB6dWjqdP8BQAnN2gzsQBAS/s400/tamethetonguetuesday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545037306115609874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A time NOT to talk...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Be careful what you say when your children do chores.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQnRvL43jknSeW2x-i-sHC5tMwm9i97UeqwUNNkWIwAsaXy9udtDrSTdCUqRqIAKTorpUAPm8BnjeIfBGlb7hoe6qujU6i0PyATiRtEXBJcODsMYtsrstDgjYRcFZ_wS_5EDAU/s400/boysdishes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545034891849118834" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">So I'm learning to hold my TONGUE...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and let them handle their business.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">Genesis 2:24</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife,</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">and they shall become one flesh!</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I pray my future daughter-in-laws will have husbands who</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">will wash dishes after they cook...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">but that starts with</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">me </span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">HOLDING MY TONGUE...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and letting them do their job...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">even if it's not how I'd do it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Lest they get discouraged...and not want to work!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Hold your tongues ladies...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">as we build the next generation for God...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">HOLD YOUR TONGUES!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(when I snapped this picture on my phone they said I couldn't post it on facebook...but they didn't say anything about my blog!)</span></i></div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-53131121238158505842010-11-29T09:46:00.000-08:002010-11-29T10:06:32.822-08:00Bill and Lorrie...circa 1996<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRz0CbclKdVYYMC9ZgS6Cxtx1Yh0W9BngWXimKKxVadGKZtTVmgXzBeVck6cFNR0BegO3ZRTZdkwghtNbZJsWwxtJ6KRX_QsjgFXybXR4BtZfwGLoPdA8WiUl7LrSsFNI6Zr0O/s1600/milton+fam.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRz0CbclKdVYYMC9ZgS6Cxtx1Yh0W9BngWXimKKxVadGKZtTVmgXzBeVck6cFNR0BegO3ZRTZdkwghtNbZJsWwxtJ6KRX_QsjgFXybXR4BtZfwGLoPdA8WiUl7LrSsFNI6Zr0O/s400/milton+fam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545029711588910882" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Hello!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Well it's been so long since I posted...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I'm still alive.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I found this picture...cleaning in a back closet and thought...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">What happen to this little family?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Well first of all they grew...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">from three to five.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Are we done God?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">No answer.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This scares me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Lord, you know my children are a bit...quirky.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Surely you know I'm done.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">No answer.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">While I wait in the desert of no answers...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I'm putting my time,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">my energy,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">my love,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and myself into this little family...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">which now has five instead of three.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I'm putting my heart</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">into building memories...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and trying to pour Jesus into my kids.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Some days better than others.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>Psalms 127:3</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from him.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Thank you Lord for my rewards.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-78184945369607839802010-11-01T09:22:00.000-07:002010-11-01T09:36:31.875-07:00happy birthday Bry<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Happy Birthday Bryson!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">7 Years ago...I had the EASIEST birth I had ever experienced!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Little did I know you'd be a little boy of extremes!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">In some ways you are EASY and flexible!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You already read very well and do classwork in a flash!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">In some ways...well you're rigid and inflexible!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You're a little powder keg...and quite a challenge</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But amazed God gave me a little Peter and Moses all rolled in one!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqWHxkMOKVaF-oN5afuumVU32fvQYHkzhScdMnaUEG6cs4NCokPO7DOenIKhuF_91v4NSafyA2m04BY-DnZ5A05WPeV3jMRiKMrtn8WCC7D3FmR9QtzrwX-P9_iFB4sxXMuNL-/s1600/bryson1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqWHxkMOKVaF-oN5afuumVU32fvQYHkzhScdMnaUEG6cs4NCokPO7DOenIKhuF_91v4NSafyA2m04BY-DnZ5A05WPeV3jMRiKMrtn8WCC7D3FmR9QtzrwX-P9_iFB4sxXMuNL-/s400/bryson1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534618040976423698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Bry, Billy and Ney circa 2004</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Right now you enjoy...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Globes and Maps</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Trains and cars</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and ANYTHING Police, FBI, etc!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Your favorite books are Arthur and your</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">favorite show is National Geographics Tornadoes...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Your best friends are Angel and Eliza. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You told me you were going to marry Nicole! (but I told her not to wait!)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb4QNxhCf21xIhIeXu2JgTFzim6u4LzawVZf8viU4LF2wrOhVHshl8ndeEVeYDmij7Q5icYK9Y-yEeBcS-GzCazz1pW4z_-xYaemWLgBHaweRKROXllydfIEH-ysR-KWv394__/s1600/30701_1367236779004_1174216364_30916179_554637_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb4QNxhCf21xIhIeXu2JgTFzim6u4LzawVZf8viU4LF2wrOhVHshl8ndeEVeYDmij7Q5icYK9Y-yEeBcS-GzCazz1pW4z_-xYaemWLgBHaweRKROXllydfIEH-ysR-KWv394__/s400/30701_1367236779004_1174216364_30916179_554637_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534617729842615554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Bry 2010 and Nicole at her graduation</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Love you Bry...you do keep me on my knees!</span></div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-5122707257193992692010-10-28T10:02:00.000-07:002010-10-28T10:08:53.430-07:00November is almost here!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWmZjkztBXEYeiVO3gGp8XJKELPcyeiERLXC1CtMcW_Gg624gGNvGGiLyMcwjQ5F2QwcNICA3oCVCEIOYImfpEIUmMIEPE-EWUcFhC02xYNUp4FYfabktZiEqSmWFKClLlvGD9/s1600/15768_1197588897913_1174216364_30550130_668724_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWmZjkztBXEYeiVO3gGp8XJKELPcyeiERLXC1CtMcW_Gg624gGNvGGiLyMcwjQ5F2QwcNICA3oCVCEIOYImfpEIUmMIEPE-EWUcFhC02xYNUp4FYfabktZiEqSmWFKClLlvGD9/s400/15768_1197588897913_1174216364_30550130_668724_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533143764515537154" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Bill and I on bikes at the lake during our last Thanksgiving adventure)</span></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Well November is almost on us...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and I'm already thinking about</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Thanksgiving vacation!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This year...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">hubby has agreed we need to </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">GET AWAY!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So with that said!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We're not doing a traditional thanksgiving dinner!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I don't know what's going to happen!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm bend on some adventure!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">With a limited amount of income and</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">three boys in tow...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I just don't know where to go!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm leaning towards a camp ground/cabin</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">that houses youth pastors/ministers </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">GRATIS!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It's just something I've started thinking about!</span></div></div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-36093779030609097252010-10-27T09:03:00.000-07:002010-10-27T09:20:52.029-07:00We'll be over in 15 minutes...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQnNKT5flm8QNLZEnLPB1d-wALzNM9MDFK2K4SYC2YTWrp_ludFakqlYfe3TN1az76jVP_cVceUdj0QlwVLHEz7uzPT8VsQnsAZmKg61Tp6S4MsjoFSZ8fRTwYGs26rKYaiLd5/s1600/art-place_setting.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQnNKT5flm8QNLZEnLPB1d-wALzNM9MDFK2K4SYC2YTWrp_ludFakqlYfe3TN1az76jVP_cVceUdj0QlwVLHEz7uzPT8VsQnsAZmKg61Tp6S4MsjoFSZ8fRTwYGs26rKYaiLd5/s400/art-place_setting.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532760508117180754" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>Ok so yesterday was an eye opener to me.<div><br /></div><div>We had a dad and his girls over for dinner with 15 minutes notice.</div><div><i>(I was suppose to bring their dinner to them...but it turns out</i></div><div><i>they were staying 10 minutes from my house so they</i></div><div><i>said they could come over and eat with us. How can you say no</i></div><div><i>to someone who doesn't have a place to live because you </i></div><div><i>only have six matching napkins and the table isn't "set"?)</i></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Did I panic?!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Well OF COURSE!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>The house was....</div><div>ok except for the kitchen, (filled with dishes)</div><div>the family room, (filled with toys)</div><div>the boys room, (filled with dirty socks)</div><div>but</div><div>the bathroom was surprising clean...(thanks to a 6 year old and some mud the night before...)</div><div><br /></div><div>but when you have people over for dinner...</div><div>let's be honest...</div><div><br /></div><div>you want to show off.</div><div>a pristine home</div><div>a pristine dinner</div><div>a "pristine" family.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>God work on my heart so when I am showing hospitality...</i></div><div><i>let it be in YOUR NAME...and not my own.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Who care if I had to use regular plates (that's another post all together)...</div><div><br /></div><div>and who cares if the forks didn't match?</div><div><br /></div><div>Who cares if every thing wasn't perfect...</div><div><br /></div><div>It dawned on me...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>While I was complaining about not being in the city I want to live in...</div><div>They don't even had a place to call their own.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lord help me to be hospitable on YOUR terms and NOT MINE!</div><div><br /></div><div><i>With that said...I'm heading to remove some toys from the family room...</i></div><div><i>'cause my boys have too many toys!</i></div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-21320129209146979312010-10-25T11:51:00.000-07:002010-10-25T11:59:36.678-07:00Blog you've become....gasp! My husband!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Dear Blog...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm sorry I haven't attended to your needs as of late.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You know I love you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We've been together a while now and </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I know you're always there.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Steady</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">faithful!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But the fun is worn off!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You're not shiny and new anymore!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It takes more effort and will to post.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have to work at finding photos!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I don't even have an excuse. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Things are easier now that my 12 year old has lost his ipod!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I've got video and camera at my disposal!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You'd think I would be posting up a storm...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">but alas...I'm not....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">you've turned into my.......</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">husband! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Last Saturday my hubby and I actually spent the ENTIRE day together. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">One was with our neighbors...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">one was at a band competition...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">and one was hanging with his friend around our house.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">And we found out...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>we need to put time and energy into this thing called marriage!</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Just like I need to put time and energy into this blog!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We'll I decided...today...I'll focus on marriage and home!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So I'm off to do something special for my hubby and maybe even a cobbler for him!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Well maybe NOT the cobbler...he'll think I'm pregnant!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Blessings!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>regard one another as more important than yourselves.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Philippians 2:3</span></div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-51632973038245842362010-10-18T13:31:00.001-07:002010-10-18T13:38:04.398-07:00Love is a Battlefield!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieO1NGwB8NNxjL-a28LgDpfkJ1tZL0ygRawb5dKwPU-bwEDxXoc2JtV9_J1Nc1JPC72ttp7hNOBMqouXfIjN61l6KI1JHCselgmAsnb1yFkzYtaoGynh8KlkFkFbNIwP9068Mq/s1600/battlefield3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieO1NGwB8NNxjL-a28LgDpfkJ1tZL0ygRawb5dKwPU-bwEDxXoc2JtV9_J1Nc1JPC72ttp7hNOBMqouXfIjN61l6KI1JHCselgmAsnb1yFkzYtaoGynh8KlkFkFbNIwP9068Mq/s400/battlefield3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529486757317249794" /></a>Remember the Pat <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Benatar</span> song...<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>We are young...</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>heartache to heartache we stand...</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>no promises....no demands...</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Homework's a bat-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tle</span>-field!</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>We are strong!....</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>no one can tell us we're <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">wrooongggg</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>avoid-ing the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">alegbra</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">toooo</span> long... </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>both of us knowing....</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Homework's the battlefield!<br /></b></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>So as my weary bullet riddled body comes from the sidelines...</div><div>of being in the homework trenches and thinking of some strategic</div><div>battle plan...</div><div>I'm bringing out the big guns...</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm taking the homework <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">avoider</span> (and his 6 year old brother in tote...)</div><div>TO THE LIBRARY!</div><div>Yep...</div><div>Praying there will be no distractions there!</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Both of us knowing... Love is a Battlefield!</span></b></div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-47685261839253025522010-10-14T14:11:00.000-07:002010-10-14T14:33:42.592-07:00The big C<div>I can't say cancer right now...but I can say the big C!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKy5OOKVEO8TftkyJLozXidfdzH7kNgFz_3WY_5KrvDaMYomxrvsSVGsgTmuWeazeM8gwYN03-6Mr7_xFFnSOaCETgWJ0KLtUCAdRAXgGncdQW6bf1vHyFfRNV_VxORGRvI7xH/s1600/100_2040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKy5OOKVEO8TftkyJLozXidfdzH7kNgFz_3WY_5KrvDaMYomxrvsSVGsgTmuWeazeM8gwYN03-6Mr7_xFFnSOaCETgWJ0KLtUCAdRAXgGncdQW6bf1vHyFfRNV_VxORGRvI7xH/s400/100_2040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528017662288432722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>(I'll explain the photo at the end of this post)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></div>OK what do you do when someone close to you<div>gets</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>the</div><div>big</div><div>C!</div><div><br /></div><div>If it was someone old...I guess I'd be ok with that.</div><div><br /></div><div>If it's someone random in your church...I'm ok with that too I guess.</div><div>I lift up a quick prayer and move on.</div><div><br /></div><div>But what if it's someone whose woven in your life.</div><div>Someone who when your mother in law passed away...</div><div>went to your house, woke up your kids, bathed them and took them to their home.</div><div><br /></div><div>Someone who likes the same shows you like...</div><div>the same music...</div><div>the same restaurants...</div><div>the same everything.</div><div><br /></div><div>Someone who when I had to cut my hair...let me CRY...</div><div>and cry again. Told me it was going to grow back...</div><div>helped me put in extensions on the side that was broken off.</div><div><br /></div><div>Someone who accepts my kids the way they are...</div><div>and still let's her near perfect kids play with them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Someone who has the same stuffy husband as I...</div><div>and we don't mind...'cause a stuffy square hubby is a loyal hubby!</div><div><br /></div><div>Someone who when you're bored you call...</div><div>for no reason and no agenda.</div><div><br /></div><div>And you're not related..</div><div><br /></div><div>I really can't be ok with that. I go from being stoic...</div><div>to mush...</div><div>in t - minus 2 seconds.</div><div><i>and can you tell today is not a stoic day</i></div><div><br /></div><div>We use to pray on the phone...but right now I can't do that.</div><div>'cause I don't know what to pray.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I'm in the same car as your child alone...there is a BIG</div><div>WHITE</div><div>ELEPHANT...</div><div>and I don't know what to say!</div><div><br /></div><div>Lord give me the words to say and help me to be ok..</div><div>it's not really about me.</div><div>Dare I pray...</div><div>against the odds...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">help her to be ok...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">'cause it's the big C!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The photo above is when I FORCED my love, hope, faith teacups into my friend's </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">pink retro kitchen...She wanted to use her Spode...but I just had to have it my way.</span></i></div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-8029139865615787042010-10-12T08:53:00.001-07:002010-10-12T09:01:56.377-07:00Taming the Tongue!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlU158o4MSF-ad0edT78nyZCe7B_3uIciM912x3LA-6RV6779_OXLBkXQRZINxJ5HOYoEALAg_OOXzcCORAazar4_IRXPJOophXo1gIryecl9d1JjCeMrWvRaZFPm5nnRPQDJT/s1600/tamethetonguetuesday.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlU158o4MSF-ad0edT78nyZCe7B_3uIciM912x3LA-6RV6779_OXLBkXQRZINxJ5HOYoEALAg_OOXzcCORAazar4_IRXPJOophXo1gIryecl9d1JjCeMrWvRaZFPm5nnRPQDJT/s400/tamethetonguetuesday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527188487722348754" /></a>So this morning I knew it was back to <div>TAMING MY TONGUE!</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course I was given a little test to</div><div>TAME MY TONGUE </div><div>with an <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">audience in tow</span>....</div><div><br /></div><div>well my hubby and I</div><div><br /></div><div>kind</div><div>of</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">failed!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh we were civil...</div><div>no cuss words are ever exchanged...</div><div>this time there wasn't even any <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">yelling</span></i>...</div><div><br /></div><div>but we were both</div><div>arguing our points...</div><div>trying to put in the best defense for </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">our own</span> side...</div><div>and</div><div>what were we <i>fighting</i>...</div><div>no correction <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">debating</span> about?</div><div><br /></div><div>desktop folders on the computer and their placement!</div><div><br /></div><div>That has to be the dumbest (ok that's a bad word round here...)</div><div>unsmartest....arguement!</div><div><br /></div><div>Needless to say now that it's over...</div><div>WHY? WHY? WHY!</div><div><br /></div><div>So Ladies...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">Proverbs 13:3</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">He who guards his mouth </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">preserves</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;"> his life, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">but one who </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">talks too much comes to ruin.!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Lord...let my mouth speak PRAISES TO YOU...</div><div>and my family too!</div><div>Let me not argue about</div><div>trite matters...</div><div>Life is so short! What we say will last a lifetime!</div><div><br /></div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-79590028439289208512010-10-11T13:25:00.000-07:002010-10-11T13:34:56.454-07:00Oh.....Baby showers....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYFy6T4mrbzJ5ADCH0ILxLSxMw3iVz_msolDuySUSiVRWfg6f6yeeMk1FCV6YmAsCOTaIqyXgV7d90Y59s3kP8AwMd9JMrpoS5uZHOgYUd092ZGd3ama-dci09s4dms0a9f0X9/s1600/boy-baby-shower.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYFy6T4mrbzJ5ADCH0ILxLSxMw3iVz_msolDuySUSiVRWfg6f6yeeMk1FCV6YmAsCOTaIqyXgV7d90Y59s3kP8AwMd9JMrpoS5uZHOgYUd092ZGd3ama-dci09s4dms0a9f0X9/s400/boy-baby-shower.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526888293604623586" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">BABY shopping!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Well I'm off to get some baby clothes for three different moms to be!</div><div><br /></div><div>One was a total surprise...and she's having a girl...a young mom, a former youth I knew through the church. She's got a bit of an uphill...but if she sticks close to the Lord...she can make it!</div><div><br /></div><div>The second was a total surprise and she's having a boy! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">An older mom!</span></div><div>Anything past 35 is old!</div><div>We are TOTALLY excited about this. It's funny how the same announcement</div><div>has different reactions when you do things in the order God intended....</div><div>but for her to wait soooooo long.... </div><div>we're just EXCITED!</div><div><br /></div><div>And then my cousin I posted about a while back! I'm still in shock.</div><div>is it wrong of me to be </div><div>TOTALLY DISAPPOINTED!</div><div>Wasn't she suppose to be our </div><div>STELLAR EXAMPLE of our family having a doctor in it!</div><div><br /></div><div>Was it...is it...right for me, her parents, just about everyone...</div><div>to put our hopes and dreams into </div><div>ONE PERSON!</div><div><br /></div><div>Obviously God has other plans...</div><div>but while those plans are being fleshed out...</div><div>I'm shopping for pink and blue....she's HAVING TWINS!</div><div><br /></div><div>The thing is...now that she's pregnant..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">.we can't condemn</span>...we've got to help be her support base and she can still be a doctor...just not right now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well it seems to be a baby explosion all over the country...</div><div>and I'm hitting Amazon.com, Babies R Us...and around the town...</div><div>to see what bargains I can get this wonderful little additions!</div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-86583925059520005822010-10-01T06:53:00.000-07:002010-10-01T06:57:14.653-07:00Well I guess I'm sulking...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Yep!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">That's me!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sulking 'cause I got no</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">well you know..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The thing that takes </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">PICTURES!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ha!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">In other family news....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My middle one is wrestling and that is consuming any spare time I THOUGHT I had.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Band season is in full swing and I'm exhausted already thinking about it...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and my little one is being dragged from place to place "supporting" his brothers!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I did pick up those </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">cinnamon</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> smelling </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">pine cones</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> so </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">at least</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> if it doesn't </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">FEEL like FALL</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">it smells like it!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Blessings y'all...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It's going to be a busy day!</span></div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-36786347793314252112010-09-17T08:39:00.000-07:002010-09-17T08:42:19.843-07:00So I'm spiraling....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So I'm spiraling...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">out</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">of</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">control!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It seems that in this family</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">one extra curricular activity per child is the maximum!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And if you count church activities for my kids...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">well</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">it's</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">LOT!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">With that said...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I've got</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">cupcakes to make,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a lunch counter to volunteer at,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a band booster snack stand to stand at,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I need to prep my Sparks stuff for church.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I feel like I'm the stay at home mom....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">WHO IS NEVER AT HOME!</span></div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-64461986572997694942010-09-14T09:33:00.000-07:002010-09-14T09:36:54.701-07:00Taming the Tongue!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4RMrbtPGHhCmZoE2C0vtKb6xvWh0VAXCYMKUgMxM7KsACcHF58AD3Fzjq6AlT0_yoQkiBJsS52tQpYPC82DTPvz59LspI-O09RZ6lAgAvMIKUmazKmde4AvS70MMVj2d3VOR/s1600/tamethetonguetuesday.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4RMrbtPGHhCmZoE2C0vtKb6xvWh0VAXCYMKUgMxM7KsACcHF58AD3Fzjq6AlT0_yoQkiBJsS52tQpYPC82DTPvz59LspI-O09RZ6lAgAvMIKUmazKmde4AvS70MMVj2d3VOR/s400/tamethetonguetuesday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516808368413294994" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So lately I've been having these </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">REALLY bad thought about certain people...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">things like...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"She thinks she's all that?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"She's stuck on herself?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ETC...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and then it dawned on me...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">that's the enemy</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">trying the </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">OLE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">BATE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">SWITCH!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Don't fall for it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">When we have thoughts that shouldn't pop in our heads...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">just put them right out...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and think about</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">SOMETHING</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">good you know that person has in them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm going to try that.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">That way...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">my thoughts don't become actions </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">my tongue doesn't get the best of me...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">because you always THINK IT...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">before YOU</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">SAY IT!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Blessings!</span></div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-2948544496183447772010-09-14T04:41:00.000-07:002010-09-14T11:47:44.935-07:00I'm a little tired....I turned on the radio to hear a program discussing autism.<div>On the Christian station!</div><div>You'd think I would have been excited...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">but I wasn't!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm a little tired of</div><div>Autism</div><div>Asperger's</div><div>Spectrum</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">whatever you want to call it.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Inflexible</div><div>ADHD</div><div>whatever label</div><div><br /></div><div>you want to call it!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm tired of teachers starting with..</div><div>"He's really smart but seems withdrawn."</div><div>"All we can do is get him to draw during art."</div><div>"His test scores are through the roof but real work seems hard."</div><div>"He rushes through his work to write little stories."</div><div>"He only seems engaged in his math class."</div><div><br /></div><div>Ummmmmmm</div><div>I KNOW!</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, they draw, play, Wii and sword fight more than the average.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I like to draw and made money at doing just that.</div><div>My husband likes math and makes money doing just that.</div><div>When crisis strikes...we both have an ability to disconnect ourselves</div><div>to get whatever that needs to be done...done....</div><div><br /></div><div>so some of those traits aren't all bad.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm a little tired of the word Autism, Aspergers, ADHD!</div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-89434389316305537732010-09-13T10:10:00.001-07:002010-09-13T10:14:47.255-07:0010:08Randonness at 10:07!<div><br /></div><div>Yes...I'm still in what I wore to bed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes...I haven't done my devotional...</div><div><br /></div><div>spent too much time of facebook and twitter</div><div><br /></div><div>and dinner isn't in the oven.</div><div><br /></div><div>BUT</div><div><br /></div><div>I've loved my family this morning...</div><div>by</div><div>lifting up prayers for them,</div><div><br /></div><div>listening to music designed to point me to God.</div><div><br /></div><div>cleaned up the breakfast onslaught and organized homework</div><div>area for the troops when they get back...</div><div><br /></div><div>just random thoughts at 10:08!</div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-10604120422224789202010-09-08T09:17:00.000-07:002010-09-08T09:26:16.729-07:00An AHA moment....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE9ncN2Vd_2JHUcQpRJ_qb9oe-b-CkD4JrVe3NAaO5xy-xys9G1fFiySRbjG5-x17i9lfzPBq24rISg_rEDhe0NOr1hvUmoIKA99GF52_gdCD3RQB1xXACTLLyIcKTKosxEAnc/s1600/NewHeaven.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE9ncN2Vd_2JHUcQpRJ_qb9oe-b-CkD4JrVe3NAaO5xy-xys9G1fFiySRbjG5-x17i9lfzPBq24rISg_rEDhe0NOr1hvUmoIKA99GF52_gdCD3RQB1xXACTLLyIcKTKosxEAnc/s400/NewHeaven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514579699149794978" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div>It finally dawned on me!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Last night while I was trying to convince my husband</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">that </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">he was</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">DEPRESSED about his mother...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">that he was </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">SAD she was gone...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">that he was feeling like an orphan...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I WAS TOO!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Don't get me wrong! I know my dad is still living and I praise God for that everyday.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But what WOMAN</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">do I know have that</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">has my back,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">loves me unconditionally,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">thinks my kids do no wrong,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and doesn't mind when my laundry is still in the dryer.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I don't have that anymore</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">HE </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">doesn't either!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It's ok.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>God one day will reunite us with our loved ones.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>For the Lord himself will come down from heaven,</i></div><div><i>with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and </i></div><div><i>with the trumpet call of God,</i></div><div><i>and<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> the dead in Christ will rise first.</span></i></div><div><i>After that,</i></div><div><i>we who are still alive and are left will be </i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">caught up together with them in the clouds</span></i></div><div><i>to meet the Lord in the air.</i></div><div><i>And so we will be with the Lord forever.</i></div><div>(parts of 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17)</div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657499.post-69026337552531524852010-09-07T06:47:00.000-07:002010-09-07T07:11:08.246-07:00Hello Kitty Pink and My Van!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwlhzNz4k3jSATKhjmcVsJbwP66Z-BdVuVrYKzRK5YLmOLd-Ql8u31jx4icVg3emuU-v2rMfp9bW1ihTImmDURSKYVVjYVMUXSFG30IYbxtcL2cbiggxXbds5qJBVRsgjlziSq/s1600/PinkSky.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwlhzNz4k3jSATKhjmcVsJbwP66Z-BdVuVrYKzRK5YLmOLd-Ql8u31jx4icVg3emuU-v2rMfp9bW1ihTImmDURSKYVVjYVMUXSFG30IYbxtcL2cbiggxXbds5qJBVRsgjlziSq/s400/PinkSky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514172520154492690" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You know how you look for your car in the parking lot and can't find it?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Well last night...that was me!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Walking up and down the aisles of the local</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">WalMart</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">looking for my maroon mini van!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Finally!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">In the distant...I thought I saw it...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">but as I walked towards the "van"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I noticed....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">this one looks <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">clean,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">shiny,</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">pretty</span></span> on the outside.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It can't be mine....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">my was...no is</span>...dirty,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">dingy,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">and years of boys slamming doors</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">have made the sides dinged out!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmAL8s0wiQITR8kk6B7b9tADAK0AX2jm7RIZYWUGBIGkC9R578NVEId8OPmhBeMCguGgmHSeONMoy8wb-sY8FC_O2mVcYYvb2F76XGIAvGAjTEXfXLaqEbknre43lw_PZJzWjw/s400/van.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514172678851638754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(an older photo...remember "me no camera"!)</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">No...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">it WAS MINE!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The light at 7:15 in the evening was</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">waning...and the sky was as pink</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">as</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"> Hello Kitty clothes.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My van was reflecting that</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">APPEARED so clean...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">so shiny! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">so BEAUTIFUL!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Well by the time I got to it...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">there it was...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">same old dirt...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">same old dingy...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">same old dint marks.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Lord!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Let the dirt in my life,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">the dingyness of life not be seen.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Let the reflection of your <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Son</span> cover my sin!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Let the reflection of your Love shin anew.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Let others see Jesus in me...and YOU!</span></div><div><div><br /></div></div>Lorriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594005184182858373noreply@blogger.com4