<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627</id><updated>2010-01-04T02:38:53.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Supplications</title><subtitle type='html'>Hear, Oh Lord and have mercy upon me...be my helper.  Psalm 30:10</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-7135106501812009764</id><published>2009-12-30T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:12:50.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Szv4MrAvvXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vVt-1ykLlSM/s1600-h/100_5107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Szv4MrAvvXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vVt-1ykLlSM/s320/100_5107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"For with Thee is the fountain of life:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Thy light shall we see light." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-7135106501812009764?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/7135106501812009764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=7135106501812009764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/7135106501812009764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/7135106501812009764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-light.html' title='My Light'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Szv4MrAvvXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vVt-1ykLlSM/s72-c/100_5107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-1751136168636850855</id><published>2009-12-24T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T09:08:20.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Ponderings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today, Christmas Eve Day, I find myself pondering things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wonder, what would have happened, so long ago in that Garden of Gethsemane, as Christ Jesus grappled with His Father......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What would have happened if He had said that day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"No thanks, Dad, I don't think I'll do it.&amp;nbsp; Those people aren't worth it and I just don't have time to die for them.&amp;nbsp; It's too hard".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What would have happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The ramifications of this thought are too dire and too depressing for me to entertain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And so....&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;on this day before Christmas, as a silent and peaceful waiting fills my heart, I want to thank You, Jesus, for that willingness to take hold of the Father's plan for You.&amp;nbsp; Thank You for embracing the Father's very difficult and very scary will for You.&amp;nbsp; I pray that I would have that strength to follow Your example and not shirk Your will for me in my fear and mistrust of Your perfect plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today I am so grateful that Jesus, the Christ, the Son of God, the very Word become Flesh, died that cruel, intense, painfully humiliating death, the death of common criminals, just for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm filled with such joy and such sadness when I wonder if, when He was born to Mary in that stable, did He know? Did He know when He was young that He would be called on to suffer such a grisly and unbearable fate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think He did.&amp;nbsp; After all, He was God, in flesh....&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"veiled in flesh, the Godhead see! Hail the incarnate diety!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think He knew.&amp;nbsp; With crystal clear clarity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And He came anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you know this Christ of Whom I speak? If you do not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seek Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Find Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He waits for you.....He was born for you and He died for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will you take Him into your heart today?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-1751136168636850855?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/1751136168636850855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=1751136168636850855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/1751136168636850855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/1751136168636850855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve-ponderings.html' title='Christmas Eve Ponderings'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-4042469596353660221</id><published>2009-12-15T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:23:29.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/SygmFDplo5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/_iHtThIMpFc/s1600-h/100_4704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/SygmFDplo5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/_iHtThIMpFc/s320/100_4704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is a slice of what my life feels like right now.&amp;nbsp; For all of you readers out there who've been wondering what my brain looks like, here's a visual for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/SygmsqNux4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/dHfYdHJGbPE/s1600-h/100_4702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/SygmsqNux4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/dHfYdHJGbPE/s320/100_4702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daughter #6, who happens to be three right now, was having a great time that day.&amp;nbsp; She loves to do crazy things like this and talk to them and rearrange them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It made me smile.&amp;nbsp; The sight of this odd jumble of Polly Pockets, animals, and the angel from our Play Mobile Nativity set, seen here without the hair and halo, gave me a great big belly laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I see the joy in this jar.&amp;nbsp; I see the chaos.&amp;nbsp; I bet that cat is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOT &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;liking the mix.&amp;nbsp; I think Barbecue Man, down on the bottom, is having a hard time breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And that, my friends, is how I feel, by turns, these days.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joyful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chaotic.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;BEWILDERED.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;STUCK.&amp;nbsp; Learning in the midst of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How was your day??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-4042469596353660221?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/4042469596353660221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=4042469596353660221' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/4042469596353660221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/4042469596353660221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/SygmFDplo5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/_iHtThIMpFc/s72-c/100_4704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-1835437584038288541</id><published>2009-12-07T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:45:21.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucie'/><title type='text'>A Lucie Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Sx1v0_hNeKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ezEHwdA610g/s1600-h/100_4914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Sx1v0_hNeKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ezEHwdA610g/s320/100_4914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I thought it would be fun to do an update on Lucie, something I've never really done before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had in my mind, when I was pregnant with her, to keep you all posted about how things were going and then, after she was born, I would be all cute and relevant and post regular, monthly updates about how she was doing and what she was doing and how cute and adorable she was.&amp;nbsp; I love to read updates like that on the blogs that I read! And well, after I started posting more regularly again....I stopped posting regularly again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am making an effort to remedy that.&amp;nbsp; I want to post every day and include pictures, which I am determined to have interspersed through my posts, like my favorite bloggers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, here's a Lucie update post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Sx1w4Wjs2yI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XEiSjDirRW0/s1600-h/100_4709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Sx1w4Wjs2yI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XEiSjDirRW0/s320/100_4709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lucie is 10 months old now.&amp;nbsp; I know, I can't believe it either!&amp;nbsp; to me, the time since she was born has flown a lot quicker&amp;nbsp; than it has with any of my other children.&amp;nbsp; It seems as I get older, time's wings get swifter.&amp;nbsp; I don't like it at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Where to start? She really has blossomed this month.&amp;nbsp; She has four teeth, two on the top and two on the bottom, and yes, her smile is the most adorable thing, especially when she wrinkles up her little noses and squints her eyes! Exactly like this picture below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Sx1xxd-IIjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Y7I9ZQ_NT4g/s1600-h/100_4969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Sx1xxd-IIjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Y7I9ZQ_NT4g/s320/100_4969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She looooooves, I mean &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Loves&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; her sisters big time.&amp;nbsp; She never wants for people to hold her.&amp;nbsp; All she has to do is bat her little eyelashes and at least three little mommies come running to hold her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She weighs about 18 or so pounds and is about 29 inches long,&amp;nbsp; I think.&amp;nbsp; I think she's small for her age, compared to other babies we know who are around her age (&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not that I'm into comparing or anything&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;).&amp;nbsp; We hardly ever take our kids to the doctor, so I'm not real sure on those stats, but that's what she feels and looks like to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She is wearing a size 3 diaper right now, although I was forced, when I went to my local Safeway, to get her a size 4 in a brand that I did &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOT&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; want to buy, since they were &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;6 dollars&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; more than the Fred Meyer diapers I usually buy! But, beggars can't be choosers, and it was &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;9 o'clock&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; at night when I discovered that we were out of diapers and so,&amp;nbsp; I had to buy them.&amp;nbsp; I hate them and will never use them again, if I can help it.&amp;nbsp; I bet you're dying to know what brand they were, huh? Well, they were Pampers.&amp;nbsp; Yuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She hasn't started crawling yet.&amp;nbsp; Wait.&amp;nbsp; What I mean is, she hasn't started crawling in the &lt;i&gt;conventional&lt;/i&gt; way yet.......but she does do "The Baby Frog" scoot, as I like to call it.&amp;nbsp; She will dig her big toes into the floor and pull herself around by her arms, while on her tummy.&amp;nbsp; It is sooo cute! She looks just like a frog swimming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If we stand her up against the couch, she cruises along it one way, but she won't come back! If I'm sitting at one end and I stand her up next to me, she'll cruise to the other end of the couch, alllll the way to the end, then she'll look at me as if to say "What now?" It's the funniest thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She's eating lots of foods now and is really good at putting stuff in her mouth! She's a human vacuum cleaner! She loves cooked carrots, green beans, noodles, fried potatoes, bananas, peaches, avocados, yogurt, chicken, stew meat...and lots of other stuff too! She will not let me put mashed potatoes or rice of any kind in her mouth.&amp;nbsp; She won't eat baby food peaches either. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Sx111S_OyGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/gAoRKw47Lws/s1600-h/100_4988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Sx111S_OyGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/gAoRKw47Lws/s320/100_4988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She takes two naps or so a day.&amp;nbsp; Her morning nap is her longest and I'm blessed that she sleeps for 3 to 4 hours.&amp;nbsp; She'll take another nap around 4 or 5 and sleep for about 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She is still nursing regularly, about four times a day or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She sleeps through the night most nights.&amp;nbsp; She goes down at about 10 and most nights she sleeps till 4:30 am, then she'll go back to sleep till around 9.&amp;nbsp; A couple of nights she may wake up at 2:30 and that's when I struggle to be a true Christian!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She has the bluest eyes I've seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She's wearing 12-18 mth clothes, although they're a bit big on her right now, but she has grow room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She is very, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;very&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; attached to Mama.&amp;nbsp; She follows me with her eyes whenever I put her down and walk away or around the room.&amp;nbsp; Now that she's mobile, she can find me and that's so happy for her! I've never had a baby who's so attached to me.&amp;nbsp; It's fulfilling and disconcerting at the same time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think that's it.&amp;nbsp; I love her so much.&amp;nbsp; She fills our lives in ways I never imagined she would.&amp;nbsp; Everyone loves her around here.&amp;nbsp; All of the girls are getting really good "babysitting" experience while I do the things I need to do each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-1835437584038288541?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/1835437584038288541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=1835437584038288541' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/1835437584038288541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/1835437584038288541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/12/lucie-update.html' title='A Lucie Update'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Sx1v0_hNeKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ezEHwdA610g/s72-c/100_4914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-526466169500782292</id><published>2009-12-07T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:10:35.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Sx1uTYQuHVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EoLMMFyo-Es/s1600-h/100_4960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Sx1uTYQuHVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EoLMMFyo-Es/s320/100_4960.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My oldest daughter took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was an unexpected image that she was not trying to catch on film.&amp;nbsp; She was trying to take a picture of Lucie by the window when Sofia walked in front of the camera just as she pressed the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And this is what it turned out like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These are my two littlest babies.&amp;nbsp; And this image tears my heart.&amp;nbsp; One is almost not in that "baby" stage anymore, and thankfully, the other still is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so glad God has allowed me to have all of these children, and I'm so glad He's blessed me with these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-526466169500782292?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/526466169500782292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=526466169500782292' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/526466169500782292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/526466169500782292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/12/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Sx1uTYQuHVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EoLMMFyo-Es/s72-c/100_4960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-3011477824270106181</id><published>2009-11-29T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:29:34.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question for You</title><content type='html'>Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you link to your blog on Facebook? I see my friends linking to their blogs, and when I tried to investigate doing it myself, I didn't get anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all of you techie gals out there, please tell me how to do it in your comment, but in English, if you please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-3011477824270106181?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/3011477824270106181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=3011477824270106181' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/3011477824270106181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/3011477824270106181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/11/question-for-you.html' title='A Question for You'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-7388198237524582607</id><published>2009-11-24T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:15:43.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my recipes'/><title type='text'>Bread</title><content type='html'>I'm breaking down and posting my bread recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified of yeast breads for many, many a year.&amp;nbsp; I had never come across a recipe that took less than three hours for good bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until about a year and a half ago.&amp;nbsp; I found a recipe on accident and thought it sounded pretty easy.&amp;nbsp; I adapted it and embellished it a bit.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SO easy!&amp;nbsp; It blew me away with how easy it was and how few ingredients it called for.&amp;nbsp; Not only was it easy and cheap, but it was so quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because I love you all so much, and because I want to spread the loooove to ya'll......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Easy Bread&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 cups hot water (I just use the hot faucet water; let it get really hot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;1 TBSP plus 1/2 tsp yeast&lt;br /&gt;2 C whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place the water in a large bowl.&amp;nbsp; Sprinkle yeast on top of the water.&amp;nbsp; Add the two cups of flour and gently stir until the flour is wet.&amp;nbsp; Don't stir it to death!&amp;nbsp; Let this sit for 20 minutes.&amp;nbsp; It will foam up and bubble.&amp;nbsp; While it sits, grease two loaf pans and get the next ingredients ready......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 C brown sugar or honey&lt;br /&gt;1/3 C olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;5-6 C wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Preheat oven to 200 degrees.&amp;nbsp; Add the sugar or honey, oil and salt to the bubbly flour mixture.&amp;nbsp; Gradually add the flour, one cup at a time and stir gently.&amp;nbsp; Keep adding the flour and stirring until the dough looks a bit dry and comes away from the sides of the bowl.&amp;nbsp; On the surface where you will knead the flour, generously sprinkle extra flour. I knead my bread on a large cutting board surface.&amp;nbsp; Any surface will work, as long as you have a cup of flour next to you that you can sprinkle on your surface as you knead.&amp;nbsp; Dump the dough out on your floured surface.&amp;nbsp; Sprinkle more flour onto the dough.&amp;nbsp; Knead dough for about 6-10 minutes, until the dough is soft and smooth, making sure to sprinkle flour onto your surface so that the dough does not stick.&amp;nbsp; Cut dough in half.&amp;nbsp; Shape into two loaves.&amp;nbsp; Place dough into your greased loaf pans.&amp;nbsp; Place in preheated oven.&amp;nbsp; Let rise for about 15 minutes, or until dough is about an inch above the top of your pans.&amp;nbsp; Turn oven up to 350 degrees.&amp;nbsp; Bake loaves for 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy cheesy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it and let me know how you like it.&amp;nbsp; You can combine white flour and wheat flour too.&amp;nbsp; This makes beautiful mini loaves too, to give as gifts.&amp;nbsp; You can brush your crusts with butter after they come out of the oven to give it a nice shiny look and make the crust really soft.&amp;nbsp; Believe me when I say that if I can make this bread, anybody can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-7388198237524582607?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/7388198237524582607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=7388198237524582607' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/7388198237524582607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/7388198237524582607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/11/bread.html' title='Bread'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-4151502917700386434</id><published>2009-11-24T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:45:36.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You'/><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Can I just say Thank You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for the comfort of your comments on my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made peaceful and the terrible storm inside of me was quieted by the gentle and sure knowledge that so many of you do understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even for those who've never experienced loss like that, you understand too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that that's the beauty of the greater Body of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends from here to Indiana to Illinois to Texas and everywhere in between.&amp;nbsp; And I'm so thankful for the Body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, you guys, for coming out in droves to offer me your virtual hugs and your words of support, encouragement and all of your myriad ways of just intuitively knowing what I needed that day.&amp;nbsp; And still need.&amp;nbsp; And it still evens me out to read all of your words again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-4151502917700386434?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/4151502917700386434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=4151502917700386434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/4151502917700386434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/4151502917700386434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-5356787991768176234</id><published>2009-11-16T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:46:46.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I saw this fun idea for a post, and, in an effort to lighten the blog up a bit, I decided to post it! It's just a series of questions about every day life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Cell phone: It's on the top of the couch, right next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Hair: My hair is down today.&amp;nbsp; I'm still marveling at how awesomely clean my hair feels after changing shampoo! It's the same brand we have used for a long time, just a different formula.&amp;nbsp; I stood in the shampoo aisle for literally like 20 minutes, looking at all the bottles and reading the backs.&amp;nbsp; We have lots of oily hair at our house and we had yet to find a shampoo that worked for oily hair.&amp;nbsp; Lo and behold, there it was, in the big purple bottle, right in front of me! So I switched and loooove it! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Father:&amp;nbsp; My mother and father were divorced when I was two and my older brother was 4.&amp;nbsp; My younger brother, who is 16 months younger than me, was 8 months old and went with my father.&amp;nbsp; I never saw my younger brother again till I was 18.&amp;nbsp; When I was 16, my mom remarried and I consider him the best, most wonderful man I've ever known.&amp;nbsp; He is at the top of my list of wonderful people in my life.&amp;nbsp; He may not be my biological father, but he is my Dad nevertheless.&amp;nbsp; We will be moving in with them very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Favorite food: This is a no brainer.&amp;nbsp; I love Mexican food. A lot of people view meat-and-potatoes as their comfort food.&amp;nbsp; Mexican food is my comfort food.&amp;nbsp; Any kind.&amp;nbsp; Homemade guacamole and pico de gallo rock my world.&amp;nbsp; I also love things like sauerkraut with roast.&amp;nbsp; Mashed potatoes and gravy are high on my list too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Greek food makes my eyelashes stand straight up and I dearly wish there was a great greek restaurant here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Dream from last night:&amp;nbsp; No idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Favorite drink: I love a good blended Big Train.&amp;nbsp; I also love virgin strawberry daquiris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Dream/goal:&amp;nbsp; To bless my family in the highest and best ways possible.&amp;nbsp; To live out for others to see how faithful God has been to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; What room am I in?: I'm sitting in my living room in front of big windows, facing my fireplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; Hobbies: I love making cards.&amp;nbsp; I adore going on road trips with my family.&amp;nbsp; I take great pleasure in cooking and baking for my family.&amp;nbsp; I like to can. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; Fear:&amp;nbsp; I will always fear, to some extent, losing another baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;11.&amp;nbsp; Where do I want to be in 6 years?&amp;nbsp; Anywhere God wants me to be, but with my family.&amp;nbsp; I dearly, dearly would love to have more children, so I pray there are more babies in the picture! Seeing my husband working from home composing would be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;12.&amp;nbsp; Where was I last night? Right here, at my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;13.&amp;nbsp; Something I am not:&amp;nbsp; I am not confident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;14.&amp;nbsp; Muffins: No, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;15.&amp;nbsp; What is on my wish list? A 15 seat Chevy Express wide axle van.&amp;nbsp; A big garden.&amp;nbsp; Security for my family.&amp;nbsp; For my husband to work from home.&amp;nbsp; To ensure perfectly matched spouses for my children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;16.&amp;nbsp; Where did I grow up? I was born in Renton, WA.&amp;nbsp; We moved to Ellensburg when I was very small and moved from there to Southern California.&amp;nbsp; I lived in Huntington Beach for 9 1/2 years.&amp;nbsp; We moved to Corona for a year and a half, then to Irvine for a year and a half.&amp;nbsp; We moved back to Washington when I was 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;17.&amp;nbsp; Last thing I did:&amp;nbsp; I got dressed.&amp;nbsp; Yay for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;18.&amp;nbsp; What am I wearing? I'm wearing a dark blue, long denim skirt with contrasting stitching at the seams, with a plum colored T shirt and a sage colored light cable knit zip up sweater.&amp;nbsp; I'm barefooted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;19.&amp;nbsp; TV? No.&amp;nbsp; No satellite.&amp;nbsp; No cable.&amp;nbsp; Just a VCR and a DVD player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;20.&amp;nbsp; Pets:&amp;nbsp; We have an Australian blue heeler named Gracie.&amp;nbsp; She's 4 years old.&amp;nbsp; She's marled blue with brown eyes.&amp;nbsp; We also have a Black Lab puppy named Licorice.&amp;nbsp; She's 2 years old.&amp;nbsp; She's Gracie's chew toy.&amp;nbsp; And, last but not least, we have a black and white cat named Oreo.&amp;nbsp; He is 4 years old too.&amp;nbsp; They're all outside pets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;21.&amp;nbsp; Friends:&amp;nbsp; I don't have many close friends.&amp;nbsp; The ones I do have are loyal.&amp;nbsp; Understanding.&amp;nbsp; Loving through any fire.&amp;nbsp; They know my weaknesses and keep me accountable to change.&amp;nbsp; They are generous and giving.&amp;nbsp; They are steadfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;22.&amp;nbsp; My life: My life is so good it's almost scary.&amp;nbsp; So beautiful it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;23.&amp;nbsp; My mood: My mood is pretty low key right now.&amp;nbsp; I find myself with a tinge of sadness each day.&amp;nbsp; I notice that I'm a lot more contemplative than I used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;24.&amp;nbsp; My vehicle: We have a 1994 turquoise GMC Safari.&amp;nbsp; It's a touring edition, so it has trays on the backs of the seats and cubbies and and zipper pouches and cup holders and reading lights.&amp;nbsp; My husband's work car is a 1987 Pontiac 6000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;25.&amp;nbsp; What am I NOT wearing? I'm not wearing make up.&amp;nbsp; I'm not wearing shoes, neither am I wearing socks.&amp;nbsp; I didn't put perfume on this morning either. Or earrings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;26.&amp;nbsp; Favorite store: I don't really have a favorite store.&amp;nbsp; I love love love searching out great thrift stores and shopping second hand.&amp;nbsp; Wait! I just remembered that I really, really like this store over in the neighboring town across the river called Fringe.&amp;nbsp; Great vintage clothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;27.&amp;nbsp; Favorite color: I have to say my favorite color is chocolate brown, hands down. Buuuuut.....I really adore orange.&amp;nbsp; And olive green.&amp;nbsp; And robin's egg blue.&amp;nbsp; Not all together!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;28.&amp;nbsp; When did I last laugh:&amp;nbsp; Hmmmm, this is a hard one! Ah, last night.&amp;nbsp; Everyone was being silly here and I had a good belly laugh, which, if I may say, is very healing and lightens the heart.&amp;nbsp; I recommend laughing regularly.&amp;nbsp; I wish I laughed more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;29.&amp;nbsp; My BFF:&amp;nbsp; My BFF is my mom.&amp;nbsp; And my girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;30.&amp;nbsp; When did I cry last?&amp;nbsp; I had a crying jag just two days ago.&amp;nbsp; When I say "crying jag", I mean the messy, gut wrenching, snot-dripping-out-your-nose crying jags.&amp;nbsp; I felt even and peaceful afterward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;31.&amp;nbsp; The place I go over and over:&amp;nbsp; I go to Fred Meyer a lot, out of necessity.&amp;nbsp; It's my favorite grocery shop.&amp;nbsp; I go to a local resale shop tons, and Goodwill.&amp;nbsp; And my mom's coffee stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;32.&amp;nbsp; Person who emails me regularly:&amp;nbsp; Nobody really emails me regularly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;33.&amp;nbsp; Favorite place to eat:&amp;nbsp; El Charrito.&amp;nbsp; Nipp's.&amp;nbsp; The Mexican restaurant in Leavenworth.&amp;nbsp; Wait, that's three!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, there you have it.&amp;nbsp; These were supposed to be one word answers.&amp;nbsp; HA! You know me.&amp;nbsp; I am NOT a one word kind of gal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'd enjoy reading answers to these questions on your blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-5356787991768176234?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/5356787991768176234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=5356787991768176234' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/5356787991768176234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/5356787991768176234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-2910469566892309783</id><published>2009-11-05T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:15:46.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Pain and Hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Janie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Her name is never far from our lips around here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We still hold her in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes, when we are all together and everyone has been accounted for, we will look at each other and say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Are we missing someone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are.&amp;nbsp; Deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a mini-meltdown of sorts.&amp;nbsp; I just have been feeling so sad lately.&amp;nbsp; Such a deep, weighty, fathomless heartache has come over me, and it feels like it is here to stay some days.&amp;nbsp; My stomach aches deep down.&amp;nbsp; I miss feeling joy in the deep breaths I used to be able to take! Lately, it's as though tears are never far off, and I could burst out in sobbing at any moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I finally did.&amp;nbsp; I allowed the storm of weeping that has been locked in my heart to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says in His word that He bottles up our tears.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more tears in that bottle today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have questions, even after 5 years.&amp;nbsp; I want to know......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Janie, how can someone who never drew breath outside of the Secret Place and who was here such a short time still affect me so deeply, after all these years?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How come the pain comes, and it hurts like it was yesterday that you flew?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do my arms ache to hold you still, when I've held your sisters after you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why did God choose me to be your mom? I'm not so strong, not so special, to be able to bear up under this incredible ache which feels ceaseless at times.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I didn't hold her longer.&amp;nbsp; How my arms ache to feel the slight weight of her.&amp;nbsp; How my lips long to kiss her just one more time.&amp;nbsp; How I long to absorb her sweet, newborn smell again! &lt;i&gt;How I long to go back and do it all right this time!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wish we had taken more pictures.&amp;nbsp; I wish we had known about the Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep foundation, where professional photographers donate their services on behalf of families who've received a fatal prenatal diagnosis, to come and take pregnancy photographs, and to take photos after the baby is born......I wish I had a beautiful picture to frame, of her precious feet and her perfect hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said that this pain is a part of me.&amp;nbsp; Oh, it doesn't hurt like this all the time.&amp;nbsp; Still, there are times when it catches me so by surprise that I could still mourn for her like this, after so long......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Lucie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, in a sort of odd way, that Lucie has been my salvation in it all.&amp;nbsp; Did God know I would need her this year, this 5th anniversary year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she is, and she needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that terrible, intense ache comes, when that yawning, dark chasm opens up again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucie's there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold her.&amp;nbsp; I kiss her face and lay my cheek against her downy, soft head.&amp;nbsp; I breathe in her essence.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pain is eased.&amp;nbsp; The ache leaves.&amp;nbsp; It's an extraordinary cycle of pain and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain and hope.&amp;nbsp; Intertwined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God, for both the pain of Janie and the hope of Lucie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-2910469566892309783?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/2910469566892309783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=2910469566892309783' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/2910469566892309783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/2910469566892309783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-pain-and-hope.html' title='Of Pain and Hope.'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-1161230363999820981</id><published>2009-10-30T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:17:10.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments I've Heard As The Mom of a Large Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Disclaimer: This post is NOT meant to point fingers or rant at anyone in particular.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it is a rant, but these words are not meant to hurt, scald, or alienate anyone.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for understanding.* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The title of this post is a bit tongue-in-cheek, but really, I'm not kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wanted to write this post because, in times past, we've been showered with all sorts of comments, rejoinders, and sayings that people think are so funny and cute, but we really think they're rude, cruel, perverted, or just plain crass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know you may not have noticed, but my husband and I have a lot of children.&amp;nbsp; Many.&amp;nbsp; Several.&amp;nbsp; Half a dozen plus one, here on earth.&amp;nbsp; We do not subscribe to any particular theory, such as the "Quiver Full" movement, we just want to allow God to choose the size of our family! My husband, as a young man, always used to dream about having 12 kids. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to do a post like this to let you all know something most of you don't know about me.&amp;nbsp; Getting to this point was not easy for me.&amp;nbsp; Becoming the Mother of Many has not been an easy, straight, or fun road.&amp;nbsp; I'll tell you why: As a girl, I didn't dream about getting married.&amp;nbsp; I never once thought about having kids.&amp;nbsp; Babies scared me and other kids were brats.&amp;nbsp; I was the worst babysitter you've ever seen! My mom was a career woman from as early as I can remember.&amp;nbsp; She'd put nice clothes on and do her hair and makeup every morning, and that's what I wanted too.&amp;nbsp; I was frightened of men and mistrustful of them all, in general, after having a father who walked out on me when I was two.&amp;nbsp; Two years old, without a Daddy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But God works, sometimes against our will, and in every circumstance.&amp;nbsp; The Word of the Lord will never come back void, and He never breaks His promises.&amp;nbsp; He quietly stands waiting.&amp;nbsp; He gently knocks.&amp;nbsp; He pursues.&amp;nbsp; For me, He pursued, knocked, and waited for me to surrender my whole self to him for many, many years.&amp;nbsp; In the area of marriage and family, I was a selfish, sniveling brat who would shout at God with both fists raised.&amp;nbsp; I was NOT letting Him have my fertility!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once I let Him talk to me and I began to hear His voice, my heart began to be changed.&amp;nbsp; What I want you to know is, if He can change MY heart, He can change anyone's heart! The thing is, I didn't know I was blind, walking around in the dark.&amp;nbsp; My eyes had to be opened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am the Mother of a large family.&amp;nbsp; I have been pregnant 10 times.&amp;nbsp; I have had one stillborn baby, born at almost 27 weeks gestation.&amp;nbsp; I have had secondary infertility and experienced two miscarriages, one at 8.5 weeks and one at 15 weeks, the last of which almost caused me to bleed to death on my bathroom floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love my life.&amp;nbsp; I am proud to be known as "that lady with all the kids".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just today, while dining with my oldest daughter at a local diner, the waitress thoughtfully cocked her head at me and said, "aren't you the lady with all the kids?".....and usually, this would cause me to bristle or be very cautious....But she smiled and said, "I thought it was you! I thought we were almost even with the amount of kids we have!" She has 6, 2 of which are hers, and 4 of which are her husband's.&amp;nbsp; Then she said, "and you're married to that Mailman, aren't you?"....Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We get lots of comments.&amp;nbsp; Almost everywhere we go together we get stares.&amp;nbsp; We're used to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here are some of the things we hear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Do you KNOW how that happens?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Man, every time you come in here, our waiting room looks like a nursery or something!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Are ALLLLL of these yours?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Hmmm, must be something in your water!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I'd better not drink the water at YOUR house!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Aren't you DONE yet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"ALLL of those girls?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Poor boy!" (to Russell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Your husband must have a good job!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Are you going to try till you get another boy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Are you going to have anymore?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"You must have GREAT pregnancies!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Sheesh, I can't even handle the one/two/three that I've got!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"You're crazy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Most of the time, Dave and I can just laugh and shake our heads as these people spout this stuff, right in front of our kids, as the kids stand there embarrassed, with their mouths agape...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess I wanted to do this post because I really don't like to hear those things.&amp;nbsp; I've stopped going to the places whose employees would make comments.&amp;nbsp; These type of comments stress me out and are embarrassing and hurtful toward my children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Makes me think about things that the parents of multiples say when I tell them that we have been praying for twins for some time now.&amp;nbsp; Usually, they say some variation of "You're stinking crazy!" Or, my personal favorite, "I wouldn't wish twins on my worst enemy!", all while their kids stand right there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm a Christian, not Mother Theresa, people! If someone makes a rude comment to me on the size of my family or my "prolific fertility", they risk a snappy rejoinder!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once, when someone said "Don't you know HOW that happens?" to me, I shot right back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I sure do, and man, is it fun! That's WHY we have all these kids!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-1161230363999820981?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/1161230363999820981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=1161230363999820981' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/1161230363999820981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/1161230363999820981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/10/comments-ive-heard-as-mom-of-large.html' title='Comments I&apos;ve Heard As The Mom of a Large Family'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-8575619932868341187</id><published>2009-10-26T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:23:31.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love Fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fall is my favorite season, by far.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love the bracing snap of pristine, cold days.&amp;nbsp; The foggy mornings are so peaceful and as I look out the window of my home, I'm glad for the reassuring closeness of my house, and my fireplace whose flames comfort me.&amp;nbsp; The exquisite colors and elegance of the trees decked out in magnificent garments takes my breath away every time I leave the house and drive anywhere.&amp;nbsp; I love the familiarity of old sweaters taken out again and worn, like old friends and dear companions.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to the fresh picked crispness of homegrown apples and the spicy, benevolent pumpkin goodies that come out of my oven on these sweet days.&amp;nbsp; The smell of the loamy, earthy leaves as they slowly melt and fade into the soil is the perfect foil for the rich, drifting scent of wood smoke from so many random chimneys. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in Orange County, CA, and I never knew there were such things as different seasons.&amp;nbsp; I'd never known the patter of rain on the roof or the lacy whiteness of frost on the eaves.&amp;nbsp; I just didn't know the poetry and poignancy of each different, starkly defined season! I'd never seen a vividly colored tree or the flutter of golden leaves floating softly on the wind.&amp;nbsp; I thought all the world was blue sky and palm trees and beaches.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I moved to the Pacific Northwest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I so thank God that I ended up here.&amp;nbsp; I'm thankful and I remember the joy of learning that indeed, there were seasons, and that each one was different and appealing in their own ways.&amp;nbsp; I remember the first golden tree I saw, and how I marveled at its gaudy, brilliant leaves.&amp;nbsp; There was nothing shy about that tree! And thus began my love affair with all things Autumnal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have Fall all year 'round......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite season and why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-8575619932868341187?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/8575619932868341187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=8575619932868341187' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/8575619932868341187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/8575619932868341187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/10/ode-to-fall.html' title='Ode to Fall'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-4912308714709895347</id><published>2009-10-19T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:35:36.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Followers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My stars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I actually have TWO followers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's actually quite gladdening to have followers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So this post is a nod to those two out there who follow my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thanks for caring about what I write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Even if you're lurkers, it still made me smile to see that I had two of you out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In other news.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm working on posting more often....I'm working on balancing this need to blog with the rest of my life that needs to be attended to first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And oh, I'm working on remembering that I set out to make bread this afternoon, and the start is still on my counter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;See what happens? Forgetting to do that moreimportantthing because I'm on the computer??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do you have trouble with this too?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-4912308714709895347?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/4912308714709895347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=4912308714709895347' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/4912308714709895347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/4912308714709895347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/10/followers.html' title='Followers!'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-8124684879041961000</id><published>2009-10-14T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:00:18.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poems'/><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/StXy6CzqVUI/AAAAAAAAANo/JnxUpRKVGaA/s1600-h/DSC_4454+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/StXy6CzqVUI/AAAAAAAAANo/JnxUpRKVGaA/s320/DSC_4454+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;See the moon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How it sparkles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;on the water so fair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rest, my little one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;drift off without a care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The beams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;how they glitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and shine so bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;to watch through the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sweet dreams, tiny one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;is what I pray for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Snuggle down, cuddle up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;till the morn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;is fresh and new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the moon, all the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;will smile and play,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ever steady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;always waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;for the sun to warm the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Baby love, don't you fret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;for the Lord He holds you tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and do not fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;for the Lamb of God is light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The sun and the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;they dance at His command,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so sleep on , dear heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He cradles you in His hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Copyright 2009 by leeswords.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dedicated to Lucie Lynn Gilchrist on October 2, 2009.&amp;nbsp; Written at Willow Grove Beach.&amp;nbsp; Photo of Lucie courtesy of Emily Heinl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-8124684879041961000?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/8124684879041961000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=8124684879041961000' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/8124684879041961000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/8124684879041961000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/10/see-moon-how-it-sparkles-on-water-so.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/StXy6CzqVUI/AAAAAAAAANo/JnxUpRKVGaA/s72-c/DSC_4454+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-6894306134301797219</id><published>2009-10-07T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:37:54.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Doing Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Today I....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~got those apples made into Caramel Apple Butter.&amp;nbsp; My house smells fan-TASTIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~found out that, to mail my son's package First Class, would cost $70!!! Um, methinks we are not going that route!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~am feeling really tired and rundown and am giving myself permission to be lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~have talked to Mother twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~taught Fourth Daughter how to count by 5's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~have only checked in on Facebook twice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~have fed Seventh Daughter three times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~brought my favorite blankie out to the living room with me and bundled up in it this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~did language with Second Daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~answered baking questions for Oldest Daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~admonished Fourth Daughter to stay on task and stay focused no less than three times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~took Third Daughter on a short errand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~made pumpkin biscuits for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Helped Sixth Daughter pick a miniature punk-pin out front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~meditated on the Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~washed two loads of laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~read a couple of blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~cleaned up the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~made Husband lunch and made his breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Prayed with Husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~watched Second Daughter do a beautiful job teaching her three younger sisters.&amp;nbsp; She really is a super teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~eaten once.&amp;nbsp; Had a 4 oz Big Train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay.&amp;nbsp; That's some of what my day looked like.....and it's not over yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love my life!!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-6894306134301797219?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/6894306134301797219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=6894306134301797219' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/6894306134301797219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/6894306134301797219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-am-i-doing-wednesday.html' title='What Am I Doing Wednesday'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-819534634594397748</id><published>2009-09-29T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:29:20.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's been a good day today....a day filled with all the sounds of my family, and to me, that's a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things that I've heard today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rush of the shower as children got clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cooing of a content, joyful baby as she claps, dances, and plays the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impromptu, beautifully soft singing of girls at the table listening to Steven Curtis Chapman.  Earnest voices raised in song is quite pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fresh, sweet sounds of little women playing a very elaborate game of dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright ring of the phone announcing that Daddy was calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deep, smooth murmur of Russell's voice as he read to Sofia in the other room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The low, dulcet tones of my Sofia as she leans into me, cozy and snuggled, and tells me she loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trilling of the oven timer telling me the apple pies are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you hear today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-819534634594397748?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/819534634594397748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=819534634594397748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/819534634594397748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/819534634594397748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-6627248992533641446</id><published>2009-09-25T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:47:59.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This IS The Right Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey, My blog changed her "clothes"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a wild hair and decided to see if I could do some cleaning up and switching around on here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, on Melissa's blog, over at A Familiar Path, she talked about doing things that scared her, and doing one thing every day that scared you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying new things scares me to death.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://afamiliarpath.blogspot.com/"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured it out all by myself...And that's big doin's for this fraidy-cat girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-6627248992533641446?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/6627248992533641446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=6627248992533641446' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/6627248992533641446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/6627248992533641446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-right-blog.html' title='This IS The Right Blog!'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-8088276184634018419</id><published>2009-09-20T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:27:12.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was on Renata's blog, and since I think Renata is totally charming and really like her, I thought I would inject some charm into my blog by copying, really stealing, her recent post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window........It's a bit chilly, misty, a touch of fog this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for......I have to pick just one thing?? Okay, what's been on my heart for the past couple of days is that I am incredibly thankful for the health of my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the schoolroom......nothing today.  It's Sunday, and my husband has declared Sundays to be a day of rest around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen.....I've got loads of canning to do.  Pickles and more salsa.  I have apples to peel and can.  I need to make bread.  Husband says I'm not canning or making bread today.  What to do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing......My black cotton skirt, the shirt I slept in, and my purple hoodie.  Hair's in a bun.  I need a shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am creating......Right now, I'm thinking about making up folding cards to start off a new scripture memory program.  The folding card will sit in the middle of the dining room table with the scripture on it that we're learning.  It's a great idea.  Also, I really want to finish Russell's scrapbook.  And I recently adapted a brownie recipe, really totally changed it, and my husband, who would rather have anything else than brownies, pronounced the brownies the best he's ever eaten.  Now that's kudos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going.......Nowhere today.  But next month we have a highly anticipated day trip to Seattle planned, as well as a day trip to a waterfront town across the river with my folks.  And I'm going to be my mom's guest at the wedding of a gal who works for her.  It's supposed to be really fancy, what to wear???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading.......A few different things right now, according to my mood.  I'm reading These High, Green Hills by Jan Karon for about the 5th time.  I hear the Lord when I read Jan Karon.  I used to keep a notebook and pen next to me when I read her, because so many things she wrote would touch my heart, and even after reading each of her books about 5 times each, they still speak to me.  I'm also reading Sally Clarkson's The Mission of Motherhood.  I keep a highlighter nearby with this one.  I read it when my kids were younger and I thought that I wanted to read it again to see if I gleaned anything different than the first go-round.  I highly recommend Sally Clarkson.  And, last but not least, I'm reading The Pearls of Lutra from the Redwall Series by Brian Jaques.  He's a great writer too, more for fun, and since my son wanted to read the Redwall series, and I like to preview all of the stuff my kids read, I'm reading the series too, but I'm behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping.......To be moved out to my folks's property by the end of next month.  I'm hoping to sell some things on eBay, if we can just get them listed.  That way we'll have a bit of spending money for our day trips next month.  I'm hoping that my husband doesn't implode, with all of the cares and concerns on his shoulders right now.  I pray daily that God would give him very broad and strong shoulders to handle it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing.......The tick of the clock above the fireplace.  Hannah clearing her throat in her bed.  Licorice (the black lab) barking out back.  The fans whirring in the rooms.  My refrigerator and the sounds it makes.  Lucie just got up, and I'm hearing her yawn and her tiny squeals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house.......Most everyone's still abed, except Sofia, Sara, and Lucie.  There's straight, gleaming lines of innumerable empty canning jars on my dining room table, along with leaves we collected yesterday at a really great park next to my mom's espresso stand up north.  There's a brand new, not even opened yet, box of Crayolas on the chalkboard rack.  The violin is sitting on the coffee table in the living room.  Sofia's bundled up in her Ducky Blankie on the couch.  Sara's holding Lucie for me while I finish this post......Yes, it does look like I neglect my baby in favor of posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things......Mornings like this.  The fog is increasing and I'm bundled up in a blankie too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the day........None.  I'm a bit panicked about this! What will I do?? We'll see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of one of these thoughts.......Sorry.  I know ya'll think posts are so boring without photos.  So do I.  But I just spent forever going through the pictures on this laptop and I couldn't find one to enhance this post.  Plus, I can't figure out how to stagger my pictures throughout my posts.  They always end up at the top of my posts.  I can't seem to get them anywhere else.  So there isn't a photo for one of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-8088276184634018419?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/8088276184634018419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=8088276184634018419' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/8088276184634018419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/8088276184634018419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-sunday-so-far.html' title='My Sunday So Far'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/SrZWcVgoFFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/WgPwYFzs4pg/s72-c/EAH_1588+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-5170846871181162340</id><published>2009-09-11T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:55:55.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Friday Fricasee....</title><content type='html'>Woah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a gross and unusual title for this post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the radio silence lately.  Our laptop is NOT doing well and my Husband spent like two days on the phone with Apple people to try and fix it.  It's not totally fixed yet.....bear with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I thought I'd be random and just post whatever is on my mind.  It's like me! I'm random like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wearing my first Maxi dress.  Zoiks! It's a long one and it has straps and a plunging neckline, but I'm wearing a nursing tank with it.  It zips up the side and is shirred in the back.  Very comfie, for a 92 degree day! It's orange, blue and white.  Why yes, I do look like an oversized art deco painting! Thank you for noticing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucie is 7 months old now.  She is waking up between like 2:30 and 3:30 AM these days.  I am still convinced that God is still God at that hour.  Even after less than 4 hours of sleep. I think she's cutting more teeth.  That's what happens when you even LOOK like you're bragging to anyone who will listen that your baby sleeps through the night! Note to self: Don't brag!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone here is really growing up and looking way older than the last time I looked at them.  Especially Samantha.  She'll be 11 in three months and she looks way older.  I can see shades of the woman that each of my girls will become.  Yes, I do need a Kleenex.  Or a whole box.  Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Russell is trying diligently to get off the paint that is on my scraper that I use in my kitchen for everything, but that he used to scrape the paint off of our kitchen cupboards after paint remover was applied to them.  It isn't looking like the paint is going to come off.  And the cupboards? Still off.  Still sitting out in the garage.  Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Potluck at a local park this weekend with lots of people we haven't seen in years.  We went to church with lots of these people years ago, and we thought it would be a good idea to get together.  It should be lots of fun.  Me and Russell are going out to sit at the site of said potluck from 8:30 am to 11 am, to ensure no marauders steal the spot!  Should be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we're going to go to Seattle for a day with the whole family to celebrate our 16th anniversary, which is coming up soon! I'm so.  So. SOOOOO excited! I have a desire to go to Pike Place Market and just spend the time with my family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart aches for my Janie today.  Yes.  Even after 5 years.  And no, I guess one doesn't just "get over it" after a while.  It's like having a quilt that is in disrepair and you go to the fabric store and get new fabric.  Then you tear out that block that is ruined and sew the new fabric in.  The fabric you chose is beautiful but you always remember what that other fabric looked like.  You never forget that other fabric, but the new fabric in your quilt becomes soft and familiar after many washings.  Janie is woven carefully into the fabric of my life.  I will never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for my lunch to get done.  I can't wait! It's cod in a foil packet (en papillote) cooked in the oven.  I hope it's good, cause I'm absolutely starving! Drinking a Big Train, in the meantime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear MIL's sister asked me if I had seen the movie "Julie and Julia" yet, owing to my love of cooking, and I haven't.  I rarely see movies because I just don't think there are any out there that are worth the money.  I've never gone to a movie by myself.  I'm thinking of going to this movie.  Has anyone out there seen it, and do you recommend it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, is that enough for you? I could go on......I hope everyone has a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-5170846871181162340?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/5170846871181162340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=5170846871181162340' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/5170846871181162340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/5170846871181162340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-fricasee.html' title='Friday Fricasee....'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-4130708468954973674</id><published>2009-08-28T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:33:27.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><title type='text'>Motherhood, For Better or Worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Spg1jjGFBII/AAAAAAAAALo/K91wh9F3aTE/s1600-h/Photo+32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Spg1jjGFBII/AAAAAAAAALo/K91wh9F3aTE/s320/Photo+32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375105040099116162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm stealing the idea for this post from a couple of other gals whose blogs I really like reading.  One of them lives in Minnesota, and one lives in Arkansas, and I'm sure neither one of them knows that little-ol'-me reads their blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a mom for almost 15 years.  Wow.  That's a long time doing something that I never, even in my wildest, most vivid, most lofty imaginings, ever thought I'd be doing.  I want to let you all in on the things that are EASIER about motherhood than I thought they'd be, and the things that are HARDER about motherhood than I thought they'd be.  Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Easier things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Childbirth.&lt;/span&gt;  Yeah, I said it, and I've never even had an epidural either! I'm too scared of the needle to get one.  Without doubt or question, each and every one of my labors have been off-the-charts easy.  Yet, I still fear labor and delivery, every time.  I know, I'm mental.  The labor and delivery part is easy-peasy.  It's the aftermath that nearly kills me.  I'm a bleeder.  Near catastrophic bleeder.  I almost died after I had Samantha, back in 1998.  Yet I chose to do it again.  After that near-catastrophy, Dr W made extensive notes on my chart, and we knew what to expect ever after that.  So I never worried again about afterwards.  It still stinks to lose nearly half of your blood in a matter of minutes though....But I'll do labor and delivery any time of day, any time God wants me to.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nursing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With the exception of the fiasco with trying to nurse Russell, nursing has been easy-breezy for me.  And the reason I think this is is because I have prayed about nursing each time.  I pray that it would go easy for me, and that Baby is born nursing well.  This has been the case 6 out of 7 times for me.  Hannah, my first born girl, was born trying desperately to shove her little paws in her mouth.  She knew what to do from the get go.  I feel incredibly blessed, and I do recognize how blessed I am with nursing.  I'd love to help other mamas in that area some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having more than three kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Having more than three kids has been soooo much easier than everyone thinks it is! The reason is that my husband and I have worked hard to try and train each child up to have discipline and a helpful nature.  That is the key if you are going to have kids! And another reason it's easy to have more than three is because the first kids grow up and get older and put into practice all that we've taught them all these years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living in a small house.&lt;/span&gt;  Living in a small house with a very large family is lots easier than I ever thought it would be.  I like our small quarters because it forces us to be creative and hardnosed about what we keep and where we keep it.  We presently have 9 people, including two adults, one teenager, two pre-teens, and several young children, in a 1296 square foot space.  All the girls sleep in one room, with the exception of Lucie, and she sleeps in our room in her crib.  Russell has his own room.  We love always knowing where each other is, and we love our cozy space.  Though some well meaning individuals think we need a bigger house, and in theory, it sounds good, we would sure miss our small space!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Homeschooling older kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Homeschooling older kids is so much easier because they are self taught, and they actually want to help teach the younger kids! Even Hannah wants to get in on the teaching.  I told my two older girls that they could pick two days a week which they wanted me to teach the younger girls, then they could teach the rest of the time.  I think Samantha, girl number two, particularly likes it.  Get your older kids in on teaching the younger ones! Give them a rough outline on what you'd like done, then let them go.  You'll be pleasantly surprised at their resourcefulness and at the turn around they will make in other areas that were once maybe quite difficult as your older ones get a feeling of increased responsibility and importance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, the things that are harder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finding enough energy to meet the demands of each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  This is my eternal struggle.  I never seem to have enough energy to keep up with my day.  I have some physical issues that we aren't sure what they are yet, and just the sheer activity that goes on in this house day to day, truthfully, I have not the faintest, foggiest, slightest notion of how I've been able to keep up! Oh.  Wait.  Yes I do! I know How! It's Jesus Christ, and the utter faithfulness of my Father, which gets me through.  He is my strength.  He is my reason for doing what I do.  He is everything to me.  Praise You, Father!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Having a Boy.&lt;/span&gt;  There.  I said it.  I absolutely adore my Boy.  He is above and beyond, without question, one of the most fabulous young men I know.  But he's, well, he's a B O Y.  Are you following me here?? I'm not sure how to DO a boy.  But praise God, I have his dad to lean on.  My boy is not hard, by any stretch of the imagination.  He is just different than me.  Different personality.  Different make up.  With the wisdom from God, I'm learning how to parent a Boy Teenager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having this much love in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  It sounds weird, but I kid you not, some days, my heart is so full that it nearly bursts.  I am an intensely emotive person, and I have such deep feelings for these kids! Nobody told me it was going to be like this.  It's both good and bad.  I sometimes cry over silly stuff, and the fact that they're growing up way too fast for me is almost my undoing.  I am having a hard time letting go and letting them experience things.  I have never.  EVER.  Experienced feelings like this.  And they just get stronger with every baby that God gives us.  God is all wise and He knew that I needed to be a mama, even if I didn't know.  He is my Help, and my soother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's all I can think of for now.  I'm sure that's enough!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd like to read your better-and-worse posts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-4130708468954973674?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/4130708468954973674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=4130708468954973674' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/4130708468954973674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/4130708468954973674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/08/motherhood-for-better-or-worse.html' title='Motherhood, For Better or Worse'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/Spg1jjGFBII/AAAAAAAAALo/K91wh9F3aTE/s72-c/Photo+32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-5397277368342297602</id><published>2009-08-23T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T08:38:16.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Sunday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/SpFh7VQQGDI/AAAAAAAAALg/KOTBnzDbgIc/s1600-h/100_0563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/SpFh7VQQGDI/AAAAAAAAALg/KOTBnzDbgIc/s320/100_0563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373183502375196722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~~&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Silly girls.  Kellie, 6 and Sofia, 3 act like themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~I'm waiting for everyone to get up and grace me with their presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ It's Sunday and Daddy's HOME! I don't have to wake him up this morning.  He needs to catch up on his sleep and Sundays is the day he does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~Read Balancing The Sword last night while we were eating.  It was a good discussion of manna and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~Watched the Walton's last night after Bible time.  Mama was nodding off and it was only 9 pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~Lucie fell asleep on Daddy last night during family time.  So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~Craving peaches and whipped cream right now.....weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~Going to my folks' place tomorrow.  Dave's off and we have lots of work to do to be able to move in this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~Going to try a new leave in hair conditioner.  My hair can get dry and frizzy.  Hope it helps.  It's called Aussie Leave in and you spray it in and leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~I have things to list on eBay but every time I try to find the pics on Dave's Mac, I can't find them! Nothing is labeled very well on there, and I don't know if they're on the laptop......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~I really want to have a more interesting blog, but as I said in the above sentence, I can't find any pictures to post! It's a confused jumble to me and I always have to go through hundreds of meaningless pictures to get to the ones I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~I started taking iron supplements again yesterday.  Ferrous Gluconate.  I have very, very poor, very weak blood due to an iron storage problem.  I think it's already helping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~We have a small pumpkin patch out below our front window, and Sofia, who's 3, came in the other day and said "Mama, dose punkpins are cute and soft".  Couldn't have said it any better myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-5397277368342297602?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/5397277368342297602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=5397277368342297602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/5397277368342297602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/5397277368342297602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-thoughts.html' title='Sunday Thoughts'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUhGnRF_sT8/SpFh7VQQGDI/AAAAAAAAALg/KOTBnzDbgIc/s72-c/100_0563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-4517753482171377907</id><published>2009-08-19T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:50:24.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My devotions'/><title type='text'>Words on Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm meditating today on poverty.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poverty-stricken soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain what this group of words mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this morning, in my devotional time, about the poor in spirit whom Jesus spoke of in the Sermon on the Mount in Matthew 5.  My mind and spirit were opened up and I was enlightened to think on this concept in a new, fresh way.  And so, I wanted to share with you who read my blog, for this is really the core reason why I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that Jesus was addressing those who were poor in material possessions in this verse.  I thought that those who were poor and needy Christians would receive the Kingdom of Heaven by virtue of their simple, utilitarian lifestyles, because, doesn't it make sense that, if you have less materially, as a Christian, then isn't it easier to be used by God? So went my immature, rather unenlightened reasoning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the Lord caused my eyes to be opened to some truths that He wanted to show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the Lord was talking about the poor, but what did the word "poor" really mean? I wanted to know, so I went on a search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up Matthew 5:3 in my favorite online concordance and searched out the word "poor".  What I found flummoxed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "poor" in the Greek language is "ptochos". These are the definitions for the word that my concordance gave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) reduced to beggary, begging, asking alms. 2) lowly, afflicted, destitute of the Christian virtues and eternal riches. 3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;helpless, powerless to accomplish an end&lt;/span&gt;.  4) poor, needy. 5) lacking in everything as respects the spirit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helpless, powerless to accomplish an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Poor" comes from the word "ptosso", which means "to crouch".&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I found out where the word "poor" came from, this verse made more sense to me than it ever has before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To crouch.  This brings to my mind an image of a beggar, hunkered down, hunched, dirty, bedraggled, at the end of himself as he crouches at the gates.  Utterly forsaken by those around him, with nowhere else to go and completely out of options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We must first recognize the utter poverty of our own souls before we can have any kind of true relationship with Him.   We must first become like this beggar, because it is the poverty-stricken soul that comes crouching, hobbling, to the Gates of Heaven that is the soul most willing, most able, to be molded and shaped and used.  It is this kind of soul that Jesus wishes for us to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ Himself tells us, in Luke 18:25, that indeed it would be easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter into Heaven.  I know this verse speaks of the rich young ruler who had all he could ever want or desire materially, but to me, this verse speaks of a soul which has grown fat, lazy and lackadaisical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I pray that my soul would never grow like the rich young ruler who went away from Jesus that day sad and very troubled in his spirit! May we all be like the beggar, soiled, disarranged, out of order, running broken to Jesus, so that He can clean, arrange, and put into His order our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Copyright 2009 by leeswords.  Please do not reproduce these or any other copyrighted material from leeswords in any form or fashion without first obtaining permission from the author.  Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-4517753482171377907?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/4517753482171377907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=4517753482171377907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/4517753482171377907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/4517753482171377907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/08/words-on-wednesday.html' title='Words on Wednesday'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-5330947302772747561</id><published>2009-08-18T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:32:36.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my recipes'/><title type='text'>Tasty Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's a recipe I think you guys will really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I said I was going to post regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also said I was going to post recipes regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say my brain is constipated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's get on with the recipe, shall we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite marinade.  It's great on chicken especially.  I like to grill the chicken on my family size Lean Mean Grilling Machine, or the outdoor grill....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awesome Asian Marinade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 C soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/3 C brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 C fresh lime juice&lt;br /&gt;4 garlic cloves, peeled and squished&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C white wine or zinfandel&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp creamy peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;4 Tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;6 chicken breasts or steaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine all ingredients in a bowl with tall sides.  Whisk together well. Place meat into a resealable plastic bag. Pour marinade over meat.  This is best when the meat marinates overnight.  Drain and discard marinade.  Grill meat till done and juices run clear or till steaks are desired doneness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to serve this with brown rice.  Sometimes I save some of the marinade out before I pour it over the meat and warm it so that we can drizzle it over the rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2005 leeswords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-5330947302772747561?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/5330947302772747561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=5330947302772747561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/5330947302772747561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/5330947302772747561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/08/tasty-tuesday.html' title='Tasty Tuesday'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-4186473446717525503</id><published>2009-08-17T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:44:57.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poems'/><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sat at the fire last night&lt;br /&gt;and looked up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;in its night clothes,&lt;br /&gt;and I,&lt;br /&gt;with soft wonder,&lt;br /&gt;never cease to marvel&lt;br /&gt;at the magnificent display&lt;br /&gt;of God's splendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never grow tired&lt;br /&gt;of setting my eyes upon&lt;br /&gt;the Lord's handiwork,&lt;br /&gt;everywhere in evidence,&lt;br /&gt;diverse&lt;br /&gt;a reflection of&lt;br /&gt;the facets of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars here&lt;br /&gt;wink and glimmer&lt;br /&gt;as a hundred fold gems&lt;br /&gt;cast about&lt;br /&gt;on the finest black velvet.&lt;br /&gt;So many!&lt;br /&gt;Uncountable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh,&lt;br /&gt;I rest,&lt;br /&gt;and I know&lt;br /&gt;that I too am&lt;br /&gt;His handiwork,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though&lt;br /&gt;I measure small&lt;br /&gt;against the vast reaches&lt;br /&gt;of endless sky.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use me&lt;br /&gt;I know He can.&lt;br /&gt;Want me&lt;br /&gt;I know He does.&lt;br /&gt;Love me&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;More than&lt;br /&gt;each star jewel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;feel small&lt;br /&gt;no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-4186473446717525503?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/4186473446717525503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=4186473446717525503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/4186473446717525503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/4186473446717525503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/08/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829165214458238627.post-1368120246081319090</id><published>2009-08-03T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:45:57.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelations'/><title type='text'>Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I always choose the easy way, asking God for peaceful valleys, will I ever see God's power displayed to enable me to take a mountain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question blindsided me from my morning devotion this morning.  Hmmm....It wasn't phrased as a question.  It was an all-out challenge, which I generally do not do well with.  But this day the Lord has been asking me this allllllllllll day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do pray for peaceful valleys and calm waters all the time.  I don't like change, shakings, rough paths! I don't know HOW to mountain climb.  I like comfort. Dare I say that I LIKE my complacency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling challenged by God lately.  I sense that there is an event or series of events coming into our lives, and I feel woefully inadequate for them.  I know I'm not perfect, not qualified, not able, not ready.....not, not, NOT......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is is that He doesn't want me to be ready, or qualified, or perfect, or able!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord spoke to me and showed me that I have this complex, which probably every one of my dear friends has known forever, and this complex is that I feel like I constantly have to be perfect and excellent and wonderful all the time.  I have this driving need to be above and beyond perfect.  The June Cleaver mom and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is so great is that yesterday the Lord spoke to me and told me that He doesn't want me to be any of those things.  He showed me that all of the Heroes of Faith in the Bible were just ordinary, every day people.  Flawed people.  Not perfect.  Not leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chose them because they were surrendered to Him.  God can work with people who are flawed and chipped and torn and inadequate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a revelation to this tired soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He WANTS me imperfect.  He WANTS me inadequate.  He wants me to not be perfectly equipped.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So He can do all of those things in me! He wants to work those things in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirit leaps for joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought He can only use me if I do this and this and that and oh, do that and oh, one more thing, you have to have this and that and that.........whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally realize the lie that I have been laboring under all of these years, and I'm on the cusp of finding out how to be used by my Father just as I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What great news to a heart that wants so badly to be used by God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ask for mountains with the full knowledge that I don't have to know how to climb them, for He will show me how along the way!  I'll be mountain climbing under a mantle of peace and protection, being born on angel's wings lest I dash my foot against a stone (Psalm 91)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now try to glory in my weaknesses and my challenges, knowing that's right where He wants me so that He can use me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829165214458238627-1368120246081319090?l=mysupplications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/feeds/1368120246081319090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5829165214458238627&amp;postID=1368120246081319090' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/1368120246081319090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829165214458238627/posts/default/1368120246081319090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysupplications.blogspot.com/2009/08/mountains.html' title='Mountains'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790757525000409229</uri><email>mamas1angel513@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02530568659109676214'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>