<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:51:53.155-08:00</updated><category term='Shay'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Living'/><category term='Projects'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Thrifty'/><category term='Livivng'/><category term='Milestones'/><category term='Devotions'/><category term='Someone Special Sunday'/><category term='faith'/><category term='Miracles'/><category term='Jaedan'/><title type='text'>Journal of a Believer</title><subtitle type='html'>An online journal 
of daily living 
for a stay at home Mom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-6122126146183242413</id><published>2008-10-29T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:37:16.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Blessings from Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SQk558fUbaI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/YPeuuu-Cp68/s1600-h/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262801307211951522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SQk558fUbaI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/YPeuuu-Cp68/s200/sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, it has been a whole month since my last post and I hope I haven't lost all of my blogging friends forever?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't bore you with the details of my life over the last month, but I will update you with a praise report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you all know we have been through a lot of life changes over the last two years and now we are in yet another season. I am confident that despite the cooler temperatures and the changing of the leaves, our family is living in the season of spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have known since Rick left his job that I would be returning to work. (Something I have dreaded since before Jaedan was born.) With a half hearted effort I looked through the paper looking for jobs with flexible schedules and couldn't find anything I was even remotely interested in. And as always God opened a door!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last employer was for a non-profit organization that had not received funding since before I had left. They had struggled for the last three years and after many let downs from government funding they received a huge grant for the next 5 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am waiting for them to negotiate the details with their partners so we can determine whether I will fit in a position they have available or if they will create a position for me. The most important thing is that I will work around Rick's schedule and possibly work from home part time. That of course means income for my family without putting Jaedan in daycare!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is so good. He knows our needs and has prepared our path. All we have to do is pray for his will, listen when he speaks and respond when he commands. Of course this is much easier said than done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are not in great shape just yet, but we are confident that we are walking in his will and these blessings are just the beginning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-6122126146183242413?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/6122126146183242413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=6122126146183242413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/6122126146183242413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/6122126146183242413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/10/blessings-from-heaven.html' title='Blessings from Heaven'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SQk558fUbaI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/YPeuuu-Cp68/s72-c/sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-896276530184154142</id><published>2008-09-22T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:35:22.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SNgBZal0mCI/AAAAAAAAAak/Ycgl3C2McAo/s1600-h/faith.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248946901846628386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SNgBZal0mCI/AAAAAAAAAak/Ycgl3C2McAo/s200/faith.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today started out s very typical day, until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaedan got a bead stuck up his nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rick was offered a job for 1/2 of what he's making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother-in-law had a seizure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outcome...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to get Jaedan to sneeze with pepper. He sneezed alright, but the bead didn't move. Then he blew on the pepper and got it in his eyes. I flushed his eyes and in the process the bead went down his throat. It was very tiny. Smaller than a bite of food so there was no threat of choking. Thank you Lord that his is okay and there was no trip to the ER needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rick interviewed for a job at a department store. Currently he is working 70 hours a week including an hour commute. He is stressed and tired exactly the reason why he left Rent A Center in Oklahoma. We have been praying about this and agree that putting our family first is God's will not making more money. Of course this means I will have to make some steady income! Please pray for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rick left work and headed straight over to his Mom's house when he found out she had a seizure. I am afraid this will be something we will all have to learn to live with. I'm sure the tumor is continuing to put pressure on her brain which caused the seizure. Please pray for her as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not even 3PM here in Colorado. I hope our day slows down so we can sort everything out and set a decent pace for the rest of the week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29"And seek ye not what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink, neither be ye of doubting mind.&lt;br /&gt;30For all these things do the nations of the world seek after, and your Father knoweth that ye have need of these things.&lt;br /&gt;31But rather seek ye the Kingdom of God, and all these things shall be added unto you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-896276530184154142?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/896276530184154142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=896276530184154142' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/896276530184154142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/896276530184154142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/09/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SNgBZal0mCI/AAAAAAAAAak/Ycgl3C2McAo/s72-c/faith.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-1844840796492445730</id><published>2008-09-11T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:11:31.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Fresh Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just love a new coat of paint. It can make something old look new and bring new life to a room. I don't have much patience when it comes to painting (God only gave me patience for people), so it isn't something I take great pleasure in. Although, I do love the reward of enjoying the fresh coat after the work is done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today as I was painting Shay's closet doors I started thinking that this must be what it's like for God when we are covered by the blood of the lamb. We are worn, old and sometimes ugly. But after a fresh coat we are made new. His creation made beautiful and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are a couple of pictures of the closet doors. Nothing special. Just a few doors painted white from a boring shade of blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244978547562278002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMnoMy3-bHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/qblaJz3G6Rk/s200/IMG_1527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Forgot to take a before shot so here it is half way through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245137161017327474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMp4dUCjf3I/AAAAAAAAAac/GaVd70JExJg/s200/IMG_1530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Much better!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see I need to finish the trim with new wood and put on the hardware. Just like me, a work in progress! Have a blessed day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-1844840796492445730?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/1844840796492445730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=1844840796492445730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/1844840796492445730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/1844840796492445730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/09/fresh-paint.html' title='Fresh Paint'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMnoMy3-bHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/qblaJz3G6Rk/s72-c/IMG_1527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-8490198094280291800</id><published>2008-09-09T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:27:42.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thrifty'/><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been inspired to decorate my house after seeing so many wonderful blogs. I have always been afraid to decorate because everything is so expensive and I am afraid to commit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After seeing so many of you buy and redo thrift and garage sale items, I am truly excited to redecorate my house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here is my first (very, very) small project. I am going to slowly, one item at a time, redecorate Shay's bathroom. When you see the sad sight it is you will understand why I started there. Here is the art work for the walls. I am working my way to new towels, mirror, cabinet and sink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244141943486301938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMbvUB06RvI/AAAAAAAAAYs/pdMngWUJnu4/s200/IMG_1519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two 5x7 black frames $4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244141948315628242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMbvUT0T8tI/AAAAAAAAAY0/LTulPrUT-3M/s200/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A can of white spray paint .96&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244242510941303250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMdKx0yosdI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kXwMToQT36k/s200/IMG_1523.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two digital prints blown up to 5x7 $2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(These were pictures of tropical fish we took in Hawaii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244240667400770946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMdJGhEUlYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9m4oYxXXbyU/s200/IMG_1524.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total project cost $7&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thank you all for your inspiration! I am so excited about my new hobby! Plenty more to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-8490198094280291800?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/8490198094280291800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=8490198094280291800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/8490198094280291800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/8490198094280291800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/09/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMbvUB06RvI/AAAAAAAAAYs/pdMngWUJnu4/s72-c/IMG_1519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-5424650423985025471</id><published>2008-09-06T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:53:31.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Someone Special Sunday'/><title type='text'>Someone Special Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMSRxvStI8I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Jf0q-K1EKRo/s1600-h/IMG_1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243476149860639682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMSRxvStI8I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Jf0q-K1EKRo/s200/IMG_1043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Sophie with a few of her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great-grandchildren  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how some of the blogs I visit have a day dedicated to a specific topic. So I decided to jump on the bandwagon and once a week post a tribute to someone who has inspired or influenced me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my very first tribute will be my Grandma Sophie (my dad's mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Sophie was born and raised on a ranch in New Mexico. She had a brother and sister who both died very early to childhood illnesses. Her Dad followed soon after and at 12 she lost her mother too. After her parents were gone, she was raised by her grandparents who were catholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma always dreamed of having a large family. She never wanted to feel alone and knew having lots of children would keep her fulfilled. After being married for several years and having a few small children she found an Assemblies of God church and began her relationship with Christ. For thirty years she went to church alone praying for my grandfathers salvation. Church was not optional for her children. They were all involved in the children's programs and youth group. That is where my mom and dad met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243476152388073730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMSRx4tSuQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/dPCL7NFsZ9A/s200/IMG_1049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandma Sophie with a few granddaughters&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My grandma is the true meaning of the word faithful. She has truly dedicated her life to serving and following Christ. She prays for each one of her 7 children and their spouses, 15 grandchildren and their spouses and 12 great-grandchildren (so far). Every morning she dedicates hours of prayer and specifically prays for each individual and their needs. And of course that is only her family. She also has freinds calling her to pray for them.&lt;/p&gt;She is a blessing to everyone who meets her and has overcome some incredible tragedy. My grandfather was sick for many years and she was his care taker both physically and spiritually. After battling diabetes, heart disease, losing both legs and a stroke my grandfather went to be with the Lord. If it had not been for her fervent praying he may not have grown to know the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to still have my grandma. She is an inspiration and a great role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you grandma! I am so grateful to have you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-5424650423985025471?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5424650423985025471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=5424650423985025471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/5424650423985025471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/5424650423985025471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/09/someone-special-sunday.html' title='Someone Special Sunday'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMSRxvStI8I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Jf0q-K1EKRo/s72-c/IMG_1043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-3370424798221063989</id><published>2008-09-06T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:34:29.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Glad to be Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMMTcTpmQqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5IM5GzfnJL0/s1600-h/gs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243055768221401762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMMTcTpmQqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5IM5GzfnJL0/s200/gs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad to be back home. It has taken a while for me to get past not being near my Mom and sisters, but I am truly happy to be near family again. Ok, ok, I may never get past being near my Mom, but I am happy to be near my Dad and his family again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have been keeping me so busy I am beginning to wonder if I will ever be home on a weekend again. Last Saturday we celebrated my cousin graduating from nursing school. On Monday (Labor Day), we all met at my dad's farm and picked the harvest of the 1/2 acre family garden. Yummy sweet corn, yellow squash, calabasita, bell peppers and cucumbers. My freezer is filling up fast! And then we had a barbecue at my cousins house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we set up the semi-annual family garage sale. What a task! First we have to haul everything to Grandma Sophie's house, unload, set up and price. Then we have to get up before the crack of dawn to finish setting up, hang signs and get ready for the doors to open. As the day rolls on their is bargaining, rearranging, helping customers load their cars and of course finding our own treasures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This particular sale was to help pay for the water pump that had to be replaced for the family garden. We had a great sale with beautiful weather and made a whopping $650. Not bad for things we don't want anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now that I am home and completely exhausted I ask is it worth it? And the answer is an overwhelming yes. Not because of the money, but because of the fellowship. I am more grateful than ever to have my family near. And on Wednesday we will be back at the farm picking more vegetables. Good thing we like each other!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-3370424798221063989?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/3370424798221063989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=3370424798221063989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/3370424798221063989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/3370424798221063989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/09/glad-to-be-home.html' title='Glad to be Home'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMMTcTpmQqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5IM5GzfnJL0/s72-c/gs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-9211380362985847582</id><published>2008-09-04T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:24:15.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaedan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>Discouraged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMC0VEs26lI/AAAAAAAAAYM/gVfrbgNEFe4/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242388240391400018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMC0VEs26lI/AAAAAAAAAYM/gVfrbgNEFe4/s200/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last two days I have given Jaedan and potty training my full 100% attention. I did not cook or clean or talk on the phone while he was awake. We watched potty training videos (which he loved), read potty books and talked about being a big boy in big boy underwear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started out using the methods in the book I previously blogged about, &lt;em&gt;Toilet Training in less than a Day.&lt;/em&gt; I showed him how to use the potty with a doll that wets and then he taught the doll how to use the potty. I gave him a treat every time he went in the potty and that is where it all went down hill. He would barely put one or two drops in and tell me "there's no more pee". He would collect his award and then go wet his pants. After going through 4 pair of underwear before nap, I collected myself and geared up for round two when he woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided that getting a reward for going was not the answer. So, I set the kitchen timer and if he was dry when it went off he got a treat. That worked really well for about 4 hours and then he got bored. Daddy came home, grandma called to tell him he was a big boy and he lost interest. So this morning I was determined not to give up. I started with the timer but it just made him cry. He did not want to get on the potty and he did not want to wait for a reward. After several times of carrying him to the potty crying and telling me he didn't want to go, I put a diaper on and thought I would try again after nap. After nap it was no better. I took him to the potty and he cried and cried. I put him in his high chair for a snack and guess what I found? A puddle underneath his chair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after a lot of frustration and underwear changes I am putting it off. I do not want to bribe him to go potty and I do not want to lose my mind. I have heard that when they are ready it will go smoothly (notice I did not say easily), but if you push them it will be a battle. So, I am throwing in the towel. Jaedan wins this battle, but the potty will win the war ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-9211380362985847582?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/9211380362985847582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=9211380362985847582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/9211380362985847582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/9211380362985847582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/09/discouraged.html' title='Discouraged'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SMC0VEs26lI/AAAAAAAAAYM/gVfrbgNEFe4/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-2138375821592229015</id><published>2008-09-03T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:39:42.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SL8C8oVdSTI/AAAAAAAAAX8/vs1nAifYLIQ/s1600-h/Pic1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SL788jQf-YI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5nmpdJ5bJZk/s1600-h/01_29_4.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241905133492631938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SL788jQf-YI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5nmpdJ5bJZk/s200/01_29_4.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 1/2 years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet little girl is now 14 and a freshman in high school. It's hard to believe that in only four short years she will be headed to college and beginning a life for herself. We have assured her that no matter how old she is she we will always be here for her and she will always be our little girl at heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so proud of the young lady she has become. Her mother and father have done a great job raising her. I have been blessed to be a part of her life and enjoy the good and very very little bad. I also have the pleasure of giving her advice and helping her throughout her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adolescence&lt;/span&gt; and she actually listens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241905137577634194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SL788yecKZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uwxfl8u1rQQ/s200/01_29_5.JPEG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;6 years old (our flower girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also had the pleasure of watching her grow up from a toddler to a beautiful teenager. I began dating Rick when she was 2, and we have been blessed to have a great relationship since the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would love to stop time and enjoy her as a young lady forever. There are days when we wish we could rewind time and have her back as a little girl. But we are not worried about the future. We are grateful for who she is and eager to watch who she will become. Thanks be to God for the path he has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; for her. May she always seek God first and never drift from his plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241911899477732578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SL8DGYhDbOI/AAAAAAAAAYE/c6sb5L0jgjw/s200/Pic1494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday sweetie, we love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-2138375821592229015?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/2138375821592229015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=2138375821592229015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2138375821592229015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2138375821592229015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SL788jQf-YI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5nmpdJ5bJZk/s72-c/01_29_4.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-9162239533212205574</id><published>2008-08-30T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:03:28.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>The Age of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SLmnZDhmBlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7VdPYMhdDZs/s1600-h/old+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240403690307061330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SLmnZDhmBlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7VdPYMhdDZs/s200/old+hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always admired the wisdom of my elders. I love aged hands that are the proof of years of hard work and the wrinkles that show the trials and tribulations they have overcome. I especially admire my Grandma Sophie and my Grandpa Ray who have been the true inspiration and foundation of my faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am almost 30 and am very proud of where I have come from and how I have grown. I am not missing my youth or wishing I had done things differently, but simply enjoying that where I am is where I am supposed to be. Knowing that God set this path for me before I was woven in my mothers womb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently (before I sat to type this blog) had a revelation. I know it is probably a little late at 29, but I am glad that God has opened my eyes now and not at 39. I am who God intended me to be. He created me in his perfect image for his purpose. I am to grow in him and be obedient to his command, but my natural personality is simply his creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is okay that I cry at strangers weddings and funerals. It's God's compassion that drives me to seek out those who do not fit in. It's okay that I have always become friends with those I was supposed to be managing (when I worked). It is his will that I forgive too easily and can overlook the wrong that has been done. The sun will still rise and set if my house looks messy. My friends will forgive me if I go out not perfectly put together. And it's okay to let others know when I am having a bad day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For years I looked at others who were much stronger in these areas (and many many more) and tried to figure out how I could be better. But today I surrender and give God the glory for making me who I am. It is his grace and his mercy that washed away my sin. It is him that I long to please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you must know. Today I am not going to be washing clothes or making my house look nice and pretty while Jaedan sleeps. Instead I will be enjoying a movie that will probably make me cry and I will be better for it. Cheers to those of you who knew this long before I, and mercy to those of you who will find this revelation in your own time ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-9162239533212205574?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/9162239533212205574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=9162239533212205574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/9162239533212205574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/9162239533212205574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/08/age-of-wisdom.html' title='The Age of Wisdom'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SLmnZDhmBlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7VdPYMhdDZs/s72-c/old+hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-2266559562525302063</id><published>2008-08-28T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:47:56.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SLcMx-SSg7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Gk2E3YmZY9A/s1600-h/IMG_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239670744141693874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SLcMx-SSg7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Gk2E3YmZY9A/s200/IMG_1494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little juice and a few stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been blessed with work, birthday parties and the good old Colorado state fair. I have been blessed with the opportunity to watch my cousins one year old son. Although it has been difficult trying to teach Jaedan to share while keeping an exploring toddler out of trouble at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brody is much more mellow than Jaedan! He is 15 months and still deciding whether or not he wants to walk. He is very independent and doesn't need a whole lot of attention to stay happy. He is cute as a bug and loves toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239671445141763954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SLcNaxtut3I/AAAAAAAAAXU/xszMrinQUMY/s200/IMG_1497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Switching roles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jaedan sits in the walker while Brody pushes him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jaedan is having a hard time adjusting to sharing both his mom and his toys. The word mine is used over a hundred times before nap time! I've tried time out, spanking (only when he was out of control) and am now on to positive reinforcement. I went to the dollar store and bought 144 stickers. Every time I catch Jaedan sharing or being nice he gets to pick a sticker and Brody and I clap for him. Hopefully this will cut out the negative and help him to do the right thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Saturday we had two birthday parties to attend. The first was for my friend's 3 year old son. He had inflatable water slides which were a huge hit. Then we went to the park for my Grandma's birthday party. My aunt rented the caboose that is attached to the park rides. Jaedan had a ball exploring the caboose and riding the roller coaster, train and carousel and other small rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239670749142867010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SLcMyQ6qXEI/AAAAAAAAAXM/eTlgxPt7gtI/s200/IMG_1501.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Grandma Sophie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On Tuesday we went to dollar day at the state fair. They had sea lions, tigers, monkeys, a puppet show and of course all of the barnyard animals. Jaedan loved all of them and also enjoyed running through the water after sitting in the hot sun during the sea lion show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239671453832123554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SLcNbSFrFKI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_UIypUhM4h4/s200/IMG_1511.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jaedan, Linda and Brody&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;waiting for a show to start at the fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are enjoying being close to family and friends again. They are definitely keeping us busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-2266559562525302063?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/2266559562525302063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=2266559562525302063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2266559562525302063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2266559562525302063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SLcMx-SSg7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Gk2E3YmZY9A/s72-c/IMG_1494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-498502390202813865</id><published>2008-08-19T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:57:28.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SKs-iXBUvTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/7zNL0BPWd2A/s1600-h/IMG_1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236347751764376882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SKs-iXBUvTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/7zNL0BPWd2A/s200/IMG_1485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we received a check for $100 in the mail from someone who bought some furniture from us. Shortly after that my cousin Linda called and asked if I could watch her son Brody today ($30/day).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had to call the plumber because everything going down the drain came back up on the basement floor. And guess how much he charged us. Nothing!! Hallelujah! Thank you God. You thought I was going to say $130, didn't you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was prepared to spend the $130 on the bill since I figured that is why God had supplied it. I did say a prayer of thanks for the money in our time of need, but I did ask for mercy and hoped we could use it on another bill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man that came to service us had been here a little over a month ago. We usually only have to clean the drains twice a year and I thought it must be something else. He brought in the big machine and promised to be as quiet as possible so the boys would stay asleep. He put the snake in and I could hear running water for a long time. He came up after about 45 minutes and said I couldn't find anything. Usually if it's tree roots they will catch and I can pull them back up. He had a few thoughts as to why it might have happened, but I know what really happened (and I think he did too). God heard my cries and removed whatever it was that was blocking the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he spent 45 minutes working, had to take the toilet off to get to the drain, snaked the pipes, ran the water, put the toilet back together and even had to supply a wax ring, he didn't charge me anything. He will be truly blessed I am certain of that!! And he has truly blessed us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good. He knows what we need before we need it and abundantly blesses us. Thank you again Lord for meeting us where we are and providing all that we need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours. Mark 11:24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-498502390202813865?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/498502390202813865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=498502390202813865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/498502390202813865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/498502390202813865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/08/mercy.html' title='Mercy'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SKs-iXBUvTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/7zNL0BPWd2A/s72-c/IMG_1485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-8065320701625084398</id><published>2008-08-18T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:27:24.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaedan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Books and Potties</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SKna6YCokjI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Zf41pq39ih0/s1600-h/book1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235956738215678514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SKna6YCokjI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Zf41pq39ih0/s200/book1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come to potty train Jaedan. I have not been looking forward to this and have actually put it off several times for various reasons (actually excuses). I just finished reading "Toddler Wise" by Gary Ezzo and have just begun the book "Toilet Training in Less Than a Day" by Azrin and Foxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235956741685210146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SKna6k91bCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hvFFyAMrDAQ/s200/book2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin I thought I would ask all of you experienced moms out there if you have tried this method or if there are any great tips you may have for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the advice! I'll keep you posted on our progress. (When I start...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-8065320701625084398?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/8065320701625084398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=8065320701625084398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/8065320701625084398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/8065320701625084398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/08/books-and-potties.html' title='Books and Potties'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SKna6YCokjI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Zf41pq39ih0/s72-c/book1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-5176975494712138039</id><published>2008-08-18T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:32:56.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Water Logged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SKmx4k995jI/AAAAAAAAAWk/b4q-h6StgDM/s1600-h/rain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235911627349288498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SKmx4k995jI/AAAAAAAAAWk/b4q-h6StgDM/s200/rain2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously we have been praying for the flood gates of heaven to swing open. I think we had a misunderstanding in the translation of our prayers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I was motivated to get all of the laundry done and ready to clean the house to get it in tip top shape. And then I stepped in a huge puddle in front of the washing machine. When I say huge I am not over exaggerating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first thought was that the roots from the trees must be plugging the pipes, but I had them cleared before we moved back in. I really hope that Jaedan didn't flush something down the toilet! I am also praying that we can fix it ourselves and minimize the cost of the repair. I don't think we can swing one more unexpected expense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After calling Rick and moving everything up off the floor I lost it. Poor little Jaedan was hugging his Mommy as she wept. I am just tired and ready to see the glory of God move. On a thankful note I am thankful that we have running water. There are so many who are not as fortunate as we are. &lt;em&gt;I will praise you in this storm&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-5176975494712138039?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5176975494712138039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=5176975494712138039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/5176975494712138039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/5176975494712138039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/08/water-logged.html' title='Water Logged...'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SKmx4k995jI/AAAAAAAAAWk/b4q-h6StgDM/s72-c/rain2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-2363412693085493356</id><published>2008-08-14T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:51:22.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thrifty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>Tit for Tat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SKS9ZWX4oVI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DxbDtBnuHdQ/s1600-h/dollar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234516910111498578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SKS9ZWX4oVI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DxbDtBnuHdQ/s200/dollar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been under a major budget and thought I would share a few tips with you and hopefully you can share some with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;1. Coupons, Coupons, Coupons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;2. Every Wednesday I go through each grocery ad and find what's on sale. That determines our menu for the following week. If something we use often is on sale I stock up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;3. I never buy meat or fresh produce unless it's on sale! Thank God he gave me an extra freezer. And my Dad's farm with all the fresh veggies for free!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entertainment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;1. Free, Free, Free I am always searching the paper for fun ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;2. We love to visit the library. They always have activities going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;3. We have been to the movie theater a couple of times to watch a dollar movie on Wednesday mornings. They are all tailored for kids and all rated G. It's also a great training method to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; to learn when it's appropriate to sit and be quiet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;4. Play Place... When it's hot and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; needs to burn off some energy we will go to McDonald's and share a dollar sundae while he runs, laughs and plays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;1. I love Colorado weather! I forgot how great it is after a hot summer day to have the clouds roll in and have a short down pour. Every evening the minute I see the clouds rolling in I turn off the A/C and open all of the windows. I don't turn it back on until around 10AM, but ti usually doesn't kick on till around noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;(Sorry to those of you in Phoenix. I know you all miss the cool evenings.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;2. Stay home. You can't get into trouble if you stay home and blog for free!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;So I'm sure you probably already do all of these things, but I thought I would try and make it fair and share something with you. Hopefully you have some great ideas to share. Can't wait to hear them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-2363412693085493356?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/2363412693085493356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=2363412693085493356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2363412693085493356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2363412693085493356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/08/tit-for-tat.html' title='Tit for Tat'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SKS9ZWX4oVI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DxbDtBnuHdQ/s72-c/dollar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-7870752003017012979</id><published>2008-08-12T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:01:19.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Counting my Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SKNs0seW5BI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RjPVoWIE-KE/s1600-h/IMG_1470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234146844482135058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SKNs0seW5BI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RjPVoWIE-KE/s200/IMG_1470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaedan just after a nap (hence the crazy hair)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wanted to add a comment or two to my blog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little guy brings me such joy. In a time of stress he sure is a huge blessing to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we were sad to drop Shay off to her Mom to start cheerleading practice and get ready to head back to school. We were all sad to drive home without her. Jaedan started crying when he realized we were almost home. I asked him what was wrong and he said he didn't want to go home. I said where do you want to go? And without hesitation he said, Home Depot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the silliest kid I have ever met!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a scripture I came across that brought me great peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 41:1-3:1 Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him &lt;strong&gt;in time of trouble&lt;/strong&gt;.2 The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.3 The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about all of the times we have given monetarily as well as material possessions to others in need and felt that now that we are in need the Lord will surely provide. Not that I ever doubted it, but the scripture was a nice reminder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-7870752003017012979?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/7870752003017012979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=7870752003017012979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/7870752003017012979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/7870752003017012979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/08/counting-my-blessings.html' title='Counting my Blessings'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SKNs0seW5BI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RjPVoWIE-KE/s72-c/IMG_1470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-5963394493842769265</id><published>2008-08-12T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T02:45:25.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Growing Weary</title><content type='html'>Hi friends. I have simply been uninspired and to tired to blog. As the weeks continue to drag on without an answer to prayer I am growing more and more weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this is simply a season of drought to grow my faith? If this is what I have heard seasoned believers speak of when they encounter long trials without answers to prayer? If this is a very very very small scale of what Job endured?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that I have strayed from God's will and am simply paying the consequence? Have I been fooling myself into believing that we are taking these risks on faith when in fact we have been following our own desires?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bills continue to come and the money simply doesn't meet the need. Our home has been looked at by many but no one has put in an offer. The savings is spent and now there is no safety net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be focusing on the fact that we have a home, food, health and every other simple need to survive. But I can't help but feel anxious when I see the list of bills we need to pay and the amount of the paycheck that is coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess that this is truly the first trial I have endured where I have felt this much stress and anxiety. I am usually very good about praising God through the storm and focusing on his promises. Maybe it's because this is my first big trial since having Jaedan or maybe it's because this trial is the longest I've encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder if God is preparing us all for something much greater. For the last several years I have seen so many people struggling both physically, spiritually and financially. With gas and food becoming such a burden to so many and so many families losing their homes I can't help but ask what it is that God is doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't profess to be a profit, but it does seem as though the signs of the times are all there. Is God preparing us for the rapture? Should I be more focused then ever on saving others than spending so much energy worrying about money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after that last line maybe that is my problem. Maybe my focus is in the wrong place. Maybe I have been so caught up in myself that I have not seen the true purpose of my calling. Maybe I should focus on helping others in more need than myself and stop feeling sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have not had any true direction as of late, I have had one scripture that comes to mind over and over again. &lt;em&gt;Trust in the Lord with all of your heart. Lean not on your own understanding. In all of your ways acknowledge him and he will lead your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me think out loud (so to speak). If the Lord puts me on your heart please pray for us. It is very apparent when others are praying we can certainly feel your love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-5963394493842769265?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5963394493842769265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=5963394493842769265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/5963394493842769265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/5963394493842769265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/08/growing-weary.html' title='Growing Weary'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-7620641521738611109</id><published>2008-08-05T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:13:33.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaedan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>Comedy Relief</title><content type='html'>Tonight we were watching T.V. and Jaedan was watching so intently. He never sits still and he is rarely quiet. I said, "Jaedan you're being so good. You're not going to become a couch potato are you?" He answered, "I make messes." At least he knows his role and is proud of it. What a little stinker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-7620641521738611109?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/7620641521738611109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=7620641521738611109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/7620641521738611109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/7620641521738611109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/08/comedy-relief.html' title='Comedy Relief'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-6677230078224674660</id><published>2008-08-05T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:11:00.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Back to work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJfl77_puaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NtTdoJPC_8s/s1600-h/help+wanted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230902310093830562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJfl77_puaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NtTdoJPC_8s/s200/help+wanted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday I had an interview for a part-time position as a new employee orientation trainer. I had been praying from the moment I applied for the job that God would either open or close that door quickly. I prayed that he would bless me with the ability to discern his voice and that he would prepare my heart for his will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The description sounded great! It was 3 days a week, 3 weeks a month. I thought no problem, I can get my brother to watch Jaedan 1 day, trade my cousin a day and Rick could be off on the third day. And I would still be home with him one full week a month. No daycare needed here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was waiting for my interview in the lobby the signs began! A man and lady were walking through and she made a sexual remark to him. Okay a little uncomfortable, but maybe that's why God has led me here. Then the interviewer gave me the schedule. Every week the schedule rotates. Some weeks you work Mon., Tues., Wed., 8-4. Some weeks Wed., Thurs., Fri., 2-10, and some weeks you work Thurs., Fri., Sat., 12-8. I hesitated but thought I shouldn't give up just yet. And then she told me she couldn't tell me how much the position paid that it would have to be decided later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that was enough for me. I prayed all the way home and talked to Rick over the weekend. My heart wasn't in it and no doors seemed to be flying open. This morning I called the interviewer and thanked her for her time and the opportunity, but told her that I would not be coming back for the second interview. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I am just waiting. Waiting on the Lord to give me some direction. I know he has a plan. The perfect plan! And so I will wait until he fills me in on it. Until then I am trusting that all of our needs will be met and being grateful that I get to be selfish and have Jaedan and Shay all to myself!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, Thank you to all who have been praying for us. The love and peace that fills our home does not go unnoticed. And sleeping has come much easier too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-6677230078224674660?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/6677230078224674660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=6677230078224674660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/6677230078224674660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/6677230078224674660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work?'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJfl77_puaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NtTdoJPC_8s/s72-c/help+wanted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-2377595989579944204</id><published>2008-08-04T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:27:17.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaedan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>My Big Helper</title><content type='html'>Over the last two years I have learned that keeping Jaedan busy also keeps him out of mischief. At 9 months, when he started walking, I would give him one of his wipes and he would follow me around and help me clean. At a year I would let him squirt the glass cleaner on the window for me. At a year and a half he started stirring the juice and helping me put laundry away. And now at 2 he is doing all sorts of great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJUwVd5ZvoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JHACa4ME9vs/s1600-h/IMG_1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230139687621475970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJUwVd5ZvoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JHACa4ME9vs/s200/IMG_1432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pouring in the ingredients for oatmeal chocolate chip cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJUwWL56f4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/kxDrBKFk1cA/s1600-h/IMG_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230139699971653506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJUwWL56f4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/kxDrBKFk1cA/s200/IMG_1458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drying off Ballafur after helping me give him a bath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Ballafur was thrilled about the whole ordeal as you can imagine)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJUwel4BkFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jaIuCmQdPBw/s1600-h/IMG_1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230139844382003282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJUwel4BkFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jaIuCmQdPBw/s200/IMG_1460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the all important cleaning of the wagon and mower!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(I wish I had the money to put new sod in for my pour baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Playing in the dirt is miserable for him and I.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just love this little man! He is quite a handful and it's a little difficult when I want to do something quick and he wants to help. But who could resist that precious little face and his great heart! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-2377595989579944204?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/2377595989579944204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=2377595989579944204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2377595989579944204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2377595989579944204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-big-helper.html' title='My Big Helper'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJUwVd5ZvoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JHACa4ME9vs/s72-c/IMG_1432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-6935235089044964649</id><published>2008-08-03T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:29:36.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJZ3fMaYJLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/uTdIZUwam3Y/s1600-h/eedl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230499395028919474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJZ3fMaYJLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/uTdIZUwam3Y/s200/eedl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished watching a message from Joyce Meyers. She is so inspiring and I love how she is so straight to the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really struck when she posed the question "What do you do when everyone wants something from you all the time?" Of course this was asked from a pastoral point of view, but she said the same could be asked as a mother with children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her answer was walk away. She said that when it got to be too much even Jesus walked away and went to the top of the mountain to seek God. Of course you need to make sure your children are safe, but taking ten or fifteen minutes to pray and ask for a renewed strength sounds like a great plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the next time we are having a rough day you know where I will be! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-6935235089044964649?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/6935235089044964649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=6935235089044964649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/6935235089044964649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/6935235089044964649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/08/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJZ3fMaYJLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/uTdIZUwam3Y/s72-c/eedl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-3956228202269742506</id><published>2008-07-31T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:58:36.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Faith or Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJHf8OdLRBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/p1ElDUNnNMc/s1600-h/fear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229206868119471122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJHf8OdLRBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/p1ElDUNnNMc/s200/fear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229206862034639826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJHf73ycG9I/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZSNkoCZ-jt0/s200/faith.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of days I have been fighting fear. I am nervous because we have not sold our house in Oklahoma and we have gotten a couple of surprise bills. Our savings is pretty much gone because of the last three months of no income. And tomorrow I have an interview for a part time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God is bigger than all of these problems and far greater than money. I know that my problems are very small in comparison to many others. And I know that voicing fear is a sign of weakened faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of nights I have laid awake with a fear deep in the pit of my stomach. When this happens I just quited my spirit and focus on God&lt;em&gt;. "Trust in the Lord with all of your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all of your ways acknowledge Him and he will lead your paths straight&lt;/em&gt;." This has been the scripture that has been coming to me as well as, "&lt;em&gt;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my two big fears are that we will lose our house and our credit will be tarnished. And that I will have to go back to work and thinking about leaving Jaedan just makes me cry. I know that both of these things are livable and God can change either of these things if it's his will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last two years our lives have felt like a whirlwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 27, 2006, First while I was in labor with Jaedan Rick was offered a promotion in Oklahoma. He left when Jaedan was 1 week and we followed when he was 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 2006, Rick's Dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer and given 4 months to live (and is still here and healthy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2007, My Mom got sick and was in ICU for 5 days. They couldn't get her blood pressure up and had no idea why. After 6 months of disability many doctors and tests later, she returned to work and has been on medication since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 2007, Rick's grandmother fell and broke her hip and 3 days later she died from underlying complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2008, After many months of prayer Rick leaves his job, we put our house on the market and begin looking for work in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2008, Rick's Mom is diagnosed with brain and lung cancer and given 6 months to a year to live. We move back to Pueblo and into our old house that is not in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if you count the loneliness and crazy hours Rick worked while we were in Oklahoma, that is a lot of stress for one family in a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much thought and prayer I simply want to be in God's will. If it's his will to allow our credit to be tarnished there will be a great testimony behind it. If it's his will for me to go back to work there will be someone to witness to or a darkness that needs his light to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I pray for strength and endurance. I pray that God would strengthen our marriage and family through these trials. I pray that finances would not cause strife in our marriage. And I pray for mercy in my shortcomings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening to me vent! I always feel better when I get it off my chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229208124242325666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJHhFV4M8KI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/JO-wR3cfSuk/s200/faith+bible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-3956228202269742506?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/3956228202269742506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=3956228202269742506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/3956228202269742506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/3956228202269742506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/07/faith-or-fear.html' title='Faith or Fear'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SJHf8OdLRBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/p1ElDUNnNMc/s72-c/fear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-2867947683801510175</id><published>2008-07-29T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:20:27.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>My Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SI_P0vmTx5I/AAAAAAAAAU4/TE7VNmBFk-0/s1600-h/100_1794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228626197437728658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SI_P0vmTx5I/AAAAAAAAAU4/TE7VNmBFk-0/s200/100_1794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shay and I have always had a good relationship. Over the last 10 years we have had some great conversations and an open communication. There have been times that she has taken me back by how open she is with me. I am so grateful that those early prayers of learning to love her as my own were fully answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also grateful that I was blessed with the opportunity to have a job that opened my eyes to the mind and world of teenagers. I was the director of an organization that taught abstinence until marriage education and I am so blessed to have those tools in my tool box!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year when Shay turned 13 Rick gave her a purity ring and wrote her a letter about how proud of her he was. We have been very open about our expectation of her waiting until she is married and how God has ordained sex for marriage. She is very much in favor of waiting and sees it as a romantic fairy tale to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is going to be a freshman this year and we are seeing the signs of a teenager. She is very into her friends and can get irritated much more easily now. She notices boys and loves being on the phone. She is and always has been a very good girl. We laugh because her and Jaedan's personalities are completely opposite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the last few days I have felt led to talk to her about praying for her and her future husband. I know she is very young and I by no means am trying to marry her off. In fact I am pushing for her to wait as long as possible. The topic that sparked this conversation was when she said her family had a curse. Her Mom said that because her mom and dad and all of her siblings had gone through a divorce that they were all cursed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a little thought and a lot of prayer I told Shay that God is stronger than any curse and can overcome all things. I later had a conversation with her about praying for her future husband to stay on God's path and be led by the holy spirit. I also told her that she has the power of prayer that can break any strong hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what any of our future holds, but I do know that I want my kids to live a life that is pleasing to God. I want them to be led by the holy spirit and not feel lost in this crazy world. I want them to learn from our mistakes and not stumble over the same obstacles we have. And I want them to feel peace and joy that can only come from Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so blessed to have Shay in my life. It is only by the grace of God that we have such a great relationship. This time of year is very hard for me because the closing of summer has arrived and she will be going back to Denver for the school year. At least now she is only a few hours drive from us and we can see her as often as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-2867947683801510175?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/2867947683801510175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=2867947683801510175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2867947683801510175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2867947683801510175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-girl.html' title='My Girl'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SI_P0vmTx5I/AAAAAAAAAU4/TE7VNmBFk-0/s72-c/100_1794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-1582665580742468512</id><published>2008-07-25T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:47:45.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SIpl8DR4fcI/AAAAAAAAAUw/SjggOS_TYyg/s1600-h/IMG_1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227102399863750082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SIpl8DR4fcI/AAAAAAAAAUw/SjggOS_TYyg/s200/IMG_1427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Jaedan saw a piece of beef jerky. He asked "Beef chicken please?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love him! He is too funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-1582665580742468512?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/1582665580742468512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=1582665580742468512' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/1582665580742468512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/1582665580742468512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-funny.html' title='Too Funny...'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SIpl8DR4fcI/AAAAAAAAAUw/SjggOS_TYyg/s72-c/IMG_1427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-3667377898059932926</id><published>2008-07-24T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:41:02.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SIlZGVsMAyI/AAAAAAAAAUo/NImuQPhu2BI/s1600-h/thankful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226806807976739618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SIlZGVsMAyI/AAAAAAAAAUo/NImuQPhu2BI/s200/thankful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I am thankful for...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salvation,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need I say more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My wonderful Husband,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who has been working crazy hours to try and make some extra money! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My kids&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who are so much fun and are always making me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our health,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I have been reminded of how sudden an illness can change ones life. I have prayed for quite a few people lately who have lost a loved one due to a sudden illness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every afternoon after a long hot day the clouds roll in and the rain cools things off (and it's not even humid after!!!!). I really missed that when we were in Oklahoma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family and friends,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we met my cousins and their kids for lunch. It is so nice to have someone to meet and talk with!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's Faithfulness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has always, still continues and always will provide our every need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My home,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it's not as nice as our house in Oklahoma it's our home! It's kinda comfy to be so close to one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Grandma&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She called me to come over and pick up some home grown yellow squash yesterday. She is so cute! And she is such a wise woman. She is the greatest example of a Christian I know and the best prayer warrior I could ever ask for!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many more I could list, but these are a few that are fresh in my mind. What are you thankful for today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-3667377898059932926?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/3667377898059932926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=3667377898059932926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/3667377898059932926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/3667377898059932926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/07/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SIlZGVsMAyI/AAAAAAAAAUo/NImuQPhu2BI/s72-c/thankful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-2221543886944782313</id><published>2008-07-18T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:35:01.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>The Mind of a Two Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SID0RkpcY5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/pcFlmYyn-KE/s1600-h/IMG_1422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224444150482232210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SID0RkpcY5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/pcFlmYyn-KE/s200/IMG_1422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;honry&lt;/span&gt; little face. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaedan's&lt;/span&gt; true colors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just combed his hair and he thought he'd fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First let me start by saying I apologize to every parent I ever looked at funny when their child was acting up in public. I believe that every parent is humbled by their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; behavior at some point in their up bringing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; is a strong willed little boy who always wants what he can't have. If he can choose any snack except one that is the one he wants. If I ask him to put on his brown shoes he will say no black. If I want a kiss he sticks out his tongue. I knew God made him so cute for a reason!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He already has an opinion of what he wants to wear and how he likes his hair. Last week he called down the stairs, "Mommy I paint my toes." I went running up to find nail polish covering half of his little foot. If I tell him he can't have something and put it up high he uses a stool and tries to get it himself. He will swat at his sister, catch himself, give her a great big hug and kiss and say sorry sister before I can put him in time out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is quite the handful. I keep telling myself that God made him strong willed for his purpose. He will do great things with that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stubbornness&lt;/span&gt; and no one will be able to move him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224443155814932418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SIDzXrOR38I/AAAAAAAAATw/93xZAlwJFxs/s200/IMG_1404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who knows why he doesn't want sister to hold him??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224444157844583586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SID0SAEw9KI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7y4mtFVp7U8/s200/IMG_1411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look Mommy I just dumped half a bottle of hair gel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in my hair and now I need lotion!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224444893641220866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SID081IWowI/AAAAAAAAAUI/vi8kbadyELI/s200/IMG_1412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What? That's the look I'm going for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224444898007243874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SID09FZS3GI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WqPWqA3r6-0/s200/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So happy! He let himself outside so he could talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on his cell phone. (The morning after the gel incident!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224445512804059122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SID1g3sRx_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/1ZL64-czsTw/s200/IMG_1398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And of course the sweet kids I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder why every child wants to climb up the slide instead of the stairs? Why every child has to throw at least one fit (many more in our case)? And why part of becoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;co insides&lt;/span&gt; with being rebellious? I guess it must be God's way of showing us what he goes through with each of us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-2221543886944782313?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/2221543886944782313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=2221543886944782313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2221543886944782313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2221543886944782313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/07/mind-of-two-year-old.html' title='The Mind of a Two Year Old'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SID0RkpcY5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/pcFlmYyn-KE/s72-c/IMG_1422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-5985686694038572629</id><published>2008-07-15T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:26:48.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SH2GDzMo8QI/AAAAAAAAATo/ySMbyQRTec8/s1600-h/IMG_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223478542660595970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SH2GDzMo8QI/AAAAAAAAATo/ySMbyQRTec8/s200/IMG_0323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is our 8 year wedding anniversary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am feeling so blessed to be where we are. I can relate our marriage to my walk with Christ. There have been many peaks and valleys and a spectrum of no communication to constant communication. In both cases I am grateful to be where I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reminded of a Garth Brooks song, "Unanswered Prayers", today. I am so glad that God, in his infinite wisdom, knows better than to have given me what I have prayed for in the past. Where would I be and how far from his path would I be if he had given me everything I had asked for? Well I am just grateful that I will never know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so in love with my husband. Over the last two years I have come to appreciate him more than I ever could have imagined. I am so grateful that he is a devoted husband and father. He is a believer and has come very far in his walk with Christ. He is a wonderful provider and protector. He is a loyal, hardworking, honest and generous man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for eight years of hard work, devotion and true love. And of course, thank you God for blessing our union and giving us the love and endurance to get where we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-5985686694038572629?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5985686694038572629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=5985686694038572629' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/5985686694038572629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/5985686694038572629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SH2GDzMo8QI/AAAAAAAAATo/ySMbyQRTec8/s72-c/IMG_0323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-307736696272166011</id><published>2008-07-10T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:32:55.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>Dinner with Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rick and his Mom on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaedan's&lt;/span&gt; first appearance into the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHY160LZvHI/AAAAAAAAATg/8tqVx5QP43E/s1600-h/DSC01421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221420102537821298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHY160LZvHI/AAAAAAAAATg/8tqVx5QP43E/s200/DSC01421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night I made chicken enchilada casserole and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; rice and we took it over to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. I had offered to cook for them since my mother in law is obviously not able to cook, but hadn't had any requests. Not to mention that all of my pots, pans and dishes were in boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to see my mother in law eat her entire plate. I was worried with her being ill that she may not eat or eat very little. She was in good spirits and talked and laughed at the table the whole time we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick's dad showed us the brain scan film she had taken on Monday. The two small tumors have shrunk a little, but the large tumor that is causing all of the discomfort has not moved. She is not going to do chemotherapy because it would only prolong her life, but there is no chance for a cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She complained that the hospice social workers are always there and they make her depressed being there. They said the tone of there voice and the way they look at you and touch you is almost creepy. They are grateful for them but wish they would lighten up. My mother in law threatened to put a sign on the front door that says smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am requesting prayers that I would have a clear path to talk with her about salvation. That her heart would be prepared to hear God's word, and that I would be bold and without any hesitation or fear. It's very difficult for me to talk with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt; about God because they are offended very easily about sensitive issues. It's almost taboo to talk about such things in their home. Rick has had less sensitive issues cause strife in their relationship and has gone months without talking to them in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the opportunity to have online friends, but even greater to have online fellowship!&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/8388860488936331245-307736696272166011?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/307736696272166011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=307736696272166011' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/307736696272166011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/307736696272166011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/07/dinner-with-family.html' title='Dinner with Family'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHY160LZvHI/AAAAAAAAATg/8tqVx5QP43E/s72-c/DSC01421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-6196968708956854612</id><published>2008-07-07T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:23:50.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHIzE3U-F_I/AAAAAAAAATY/QQCbg8xuB-0/s1600-h/IMG_1052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220291076740225010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHIzE3U-F_I/AAAAAAAAATY/QQCbg8xuB-0/s200/IMG_1052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my mother and father in law with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; at the end of March. We had no idea how sick she already was. As a matter of fact we didn't know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; was sick at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rick helped get her in the car this morning to go to another round of chemotherapy. The first round made her very tired but she didn't speak of being sick. We were told that she would loose her hair by the second round (today) and to expect her to get very sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hospice nurses are coming to their house everyday and an RN twice a week. They gave her a year to live, but we know that God has his own plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are praying for healing. It is up to our God whether that is here on earth or in heaven. My prayer is that Rick's whole family will find God and be saved through this experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to all  who are praying with us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-6196968708956854612?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/6196968708956854612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=6196968708956854612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/6196968708956854612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/6196968708956854612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHIzE3U-F_I/AAAAAAAAATY/QQCbg8xuB-0/s72-c/IMG_1052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-5742646279859308780</id><published>2008-07-06T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:14:13.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>Out with the Old in With the New... Or Vice Versa</title><content type='html'>In 2001, Rick and I bought our first home and I was thrilled. I always told people that it was small and quaint. I was so grateful to have the opportunity to buy a home and thought that I would live here forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love my home. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; small and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; aging! But it will always be our first home. It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;-level with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. A small kitchen, living room, den and breakfast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nook&lt;/span&gt;. The large yard is what sold us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our home in Oklahoma is still on the market. The economy is doing well there, but the housing market is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt;. I miss my brick ranch style home. It had beautiful cabinetry, tile and carpet. The windows and doors were obviously new and the layout was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few of pics of our home in Oklahoma. I still haven't had the heart to take pictures of our home here in Colorado, but when I do I'll be sure to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDqH05JBLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/GXNiXFIGBMc/s1600-h/IMG_1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219929388300698802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDqH05JBLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/GXNiXFIGBMc/s200/IMG_1111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the size of that acre lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDme81vZoI/AAAAAAAAATA/x6vw9moQImE/s1600-h/IMG_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219925387524400770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDme81vZoI/AAAAAAAAATA/x6vw9moQImE/s200/IMG_1385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; misses all of that grass to mow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219924240204492146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDlcKvW7XI/AAAAAAAAASw/A5HwNA031IM/s200/IMG_1384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rick doesn't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDmfIy91eI/AAAAAAAAATI/ekWlCzqiRQg/s1600-h/IMG_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219925390733989346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDmfIy91eI/AAAAAAAAATI/ekWlCzqiRQg/s200/IMG_1386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDlbMkL9AI/AAAAAAAAASg/_CF4Ea2MmjA/s1600-h/IMG_1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219924223514637314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDlbMkL9AI/AAAAAAAAASg/_CF4Ea2MmjA/s200/IMG_1379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shay's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDlbUqRyiI/AAAAAAAAASo/G7qgGvqqCGE/s1600-h/IMG_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219924225687669282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDlbUqRyiI/AAAAAAAAASo/G7qgGvqqCGE/s200/IMG_1380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219925382534155426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDmeqP-TKI/AAAAAAAAAS4/g2W3D80sDPE/s200/IMG_1383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I loved how the builder cut into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the walls. It was perfect for book shelves.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDkhXwP_tI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3WDQUlXldYw/s1600-h/IMG_1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219923230085611218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDkhXwP_tI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3WDQUlXldYw/s200/IMG_1375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; and Shay's bathroom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDkiHRIIXI/AAAAAAAAASY/HpXoxYUcS6M/s1600-h/IMG_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219921447901984818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDi5omj-DI/AAAAAAAAARg/I6kPdkciAOE/s200/IMG_1367.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jaedan's&lt;/span&gt; bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDjq7un3pI/AAAAAAAAARw/EGVyS6XmI0I/s1600-h/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219922294849658514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDjq7un3pI/AAAAAAAAARw/EGVyS6XmI0I/s200/IMG_1369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219921457906517746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDi6N31BvI/AAAAAAAAARo/90p3hAlwTuU/s200/IMG_1368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDjrGx3uCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/suo1y4tIKd8/s1600-h/IMG_1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219922297816070178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDjrGx3uCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/suo1y4tIKd8/s200/IMG_1370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All 3 of the bedrooms had these three tier&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;closets with french doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDjrZzgMeI/AAAAAAAAASA/ubQi-iworQc/s1600-h/IMG_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219922302923190754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDjrZzgMeI/AAAAAAAAASA/ubQi-iworQc/s200/IMG_1372.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guest bedroom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219923221773787442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDkg4yjoTI/AAAAAAAAASI/6GDF8AKNpnk/s200/IMG_1373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;AKA "The Bronco Room"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219921443481839298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDi5YIt5sI/AAAAAAAAARY/lYgKDOik9zU/s200/IMG_1366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Master Closet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AKA My dream closet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDiMQpdZaI/AAAAAAAAARI/kGn70SGTRSg/s1600-h/IMG_1364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219920668377572770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDiMQpdZaI/AAAAAAAAARI/kGn70SGTRSg/s200/IMG_1364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to capture the magnitude of this closet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but there is no justice &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDiM975qPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/mbo362maCio/s1600-h/IMG_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219920680534518002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDiM975qPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/mbo362maCio/s200/IMG_1365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This closet is the length of our bathroom in an L shape&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AKA out tornado shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDhWSArMKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/EJ5KfWcppkU/s1600-h/IMG_1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219919741030445218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDhWSArMKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/EJ5KfWcppkU/s200/IMG_1357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Master Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDhWmc9srI/AAAAAAAAAQw/SsEZnWdXXGw/s1600-h/IMG_1359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219919746517807794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDhWmc9srI/AAAAAAAAAQw/SsEZnWdXXGw/s200/IMG_1359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Master Bath&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss those double sinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDhW0aaghI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dJKxGUDDj1s/s1600-h/IMG_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219919750265209362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDhW0aaghI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dJKxGUDDj1s/s200/IMG_1362.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jet tub&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We took it for granted and now wish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we would've used it more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219920666327776242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDiMJAv-_I/AAAAAAAAARA/9DX3jVR1UGc/s200/IMG_1361.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Master shower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love the tile!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDgmVx6wPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5qJXLxt2iI8/s1600-h/IMG_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219918917408571634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDgmVx6wPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5qJXLxt2iI8/s200/IMG_1355.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dining Area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219918911133448930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDgl-Zz-uI/AAAAAAAAAQY/r4gGSBEB3cE/s200/IMG_1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my kitchen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at all of that counter space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDf_HrFnGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/q1llBgdGZGA/s1600-h/IMG_1350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219918243606928482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDf_HrFnGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/q1llBgdGZGA/s200/IMG_1350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from the laundry room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDf_WtteNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Pddr26OLECw/s1600-h/IMG_1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219918247644461266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDf_WtteNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Pddr26OLECw/s200/IMG_1352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did you notice all of the cabinets in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the kitchen and bath match fireplace too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDfWZqCwPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/iJTaugvsdc4/s1600-h/IMG_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219917544059748594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDfWZqCwPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/iJTaugvsdc4/s200/IMG_1347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loved the space in our living room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDfW7jemLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MSneZHI6hxg/s1600-h/IMG_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219917553159018674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDfW7jemLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MSneZHI6hxg/s200/IMG_1348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm no photographer. And I didn't do justice on how beautiful my house actually is, but I hope you get the picture. The high ceilings, low windows and space in that house were amazing. I had already packed half of the house in these pictures so it isn't fully decorated or as full. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will always be grateful for the experience of moving to Oklahoma and growing closer to God and Rick in the process. How amazing is our God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-5742646279859308780?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5742646279859308780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=5742646279859308780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/5742646279859308780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/5742646279859308780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-with-old-in-with-new-or-vice-versa.html' title='Out with the Old in With the New... Or Vice Versa'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SHDqH05JBLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/GXNiXFIGBMc/s72-c/IMG_1111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-4610631340791179069</id><published>2008-06-28T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:33:23.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>My Poor House...</title><content type='html'>Thank you all for your kind words and prayers. It has been a very busy and chaotic couple of weeks. My mother-in-law went home yesterday. She will be going to the hospital for radiation and chemotherapy treatments, but an RN will be visiting once a week and hospice three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent many long hours cleaning my house. I am so disappointed at the condition it's in. We have always been very proud of our small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;-level home. It's old wood floors gave the home lots of character and the large yard was a huge undertaking when we first bought our home. I was always grateful for the opportunity to buy a home at such a young age and felt as though we took great care of our very first home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire house was not just dirty, but filthy. I don't think they ever cleaned the basement. This morning I had to scrape gum off of the new tile and was afraid to break my Dad's vacuum so I borrowed a shop vac to pick up two inches of dog hair and dirt off of the carpet. When I was in high school and college I worked at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convenience&lt;/span&gt; store. Of all of the gross &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;men's&lt;/span&gt; rooms I have ever cleaned, none could compare to the two bathrooms that are in my home. My Dad had just put new drywall in our basement because of water damage and now thanks to the renters dog, we have large chunks missing where he clawed for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished cleaning this morning, but I think I will re-clean the house as we move things in. I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; that all of the germs are gone. Over the 16 hours it took me to clean our three bedroom house, I spent many hours in prayer. Thanking God for his goodness and our blessings, praying over our finances and situation, praying for Rick's family to find Christ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; this illness and praying for the souls of those who left my home in shambles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been hard to go from a brand new home with beautiful carpet, cabinetry, tile and all of the extras to an old home that is filthy and undesirable in it's state. My biggest disappointment is not inside, but the outside. The faded paint is a small hiccup compared to my poor yard. We have spent countless hours putting in sod, bushes, trimming trees, laying down rock and putting in a small pond. And now all we have is dirt, untrimmed trees, dead weeds and filth. It is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;depressing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We serve a God who gives and takes away and I will praise him for everything that we have. We are abundantly blessed and give God the glory through it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-4610631340791179069?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/4610631340791179069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=4610631340791179069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/4610631340791179069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/4610631340791179069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-poor-house.html' title='My Poor House...'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-6931991984188863309</id><published>2008-06-22T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:00:50.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>Turn of Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SF8fNZVd-7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/2sgswKcvb9E/s1600-h/Disneyland+2008+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214921208518015922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SF8fNZVd-7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/2sgswKcvb9E/s200/Disneyland+2008+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sisters, Mom, Step-Dad, Brother-in-law and us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well things have not turned out the way we thought or hoped. Rick had two interviews and a call back for a third last week. We decided to stay in California another week and were hopeful that he was going to get a job offer by Monday (June 22). But then on Tuesday night we received a life altering phone call. Rick's mom was in the ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father-in-law thought she had a stroke and called 911. Her left extremities were not functioning and she was in a lot of pain. After a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cat scan&lt;/span&gt; they discovered 3 brain tumors that were causing her brain to swell and limiting her motor skills and disrupting her behavior. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; we decided that moving back to Pueblo was the right thing to do. And on Thursday morning we made the long 18 hour drive back to Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the original diagnosis they discovered that my mother-in-law also has lung cancer. They are doing radiation treatments on her brain tumors to try and shrink them and relieve the pressure. They told us that the cancer is too extensive to be cured but that they can do chemotherapy and try to manage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain tumors are causing her to have a very short temper and to loose control at times. Unfortunately the night before we arrived they had to restrain her for a few hours. When Rick walked in to see her he had been warned to brace himself, but his presence was exactly what she needed. Her mood immediately changed and she started joking and smiling. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; came in the room she had a joy in her spirit that cannot be denied. She was even smiling as she rested just hearing his little voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it didn't turn out the way we had hoped we know without a shadow of a doubt that we are in the right place and doing the right thing. I have prayed for so long that God would change my heart if it was not his will for us to be in California with my Mom and sisters. He certainly has done just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our renters moved out of our house here on May 31st, so we will be moving back in. Unfortunately, it is not in good shape so we will be spending the next few weeks painting, cleaning and changing out floors. Our beautiful yard is in shambles. What was once a thick healthy lawn in now dirt and dried up weeds (pretty bad when even the weeds are dead). Rick spent the day taking mattresses and some furniture they left to Goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick got a job offer to manage the store he was promoted from when we left. We are praying about it and will decide if that is God's will. I am going to take care of my cousins baby. He is 1 year 4 days younger than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt;. I will also be looking for one more child to care for. I am excited to be able to still stay home with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your prayers. It is such a blessing to have fellowship through the i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nternet&lt;/span&gt; when you are away from the fellowship of a congregation. We have been blessed in many ways. Although this is not the outcome we had hoped for, we know that there is no greater place than in God's will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-6931991984188863309?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/6931991984188863309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=6931991984188863309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/6931991984188863309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/6931991984188863309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/06/turn-of-events.html' title='Turn of Events'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SF8fNZVd-7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/2sgswKcvb9E/s72-c/Disneyland+2008+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-2344157173751338992</id><published>2008-06-07T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:33:10.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Job Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SEtSlC0zOFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4ATXOQGOCsI/s1600-h/wbyf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209348190351079506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SEtSlC0zOFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4ATXOQGOCsI/s200/wbyf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SEtSU4sE4PI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Bfemzsp_3yo/s1600-h/wbf.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209347912752226546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SEtSU4sE4PI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Bfemzsp_3yo/s200/wbf.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a fast, exhausting and exciting week it's been. The drive to California was long and uneventful. My Jaedan was such a good boy and handled the drive with ease. We have been enjoying family and they are loving Jaedan so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rick and I have been applying for jobs. Rick has two interviews lined up for next week and I applied at an employment agency last week. We have someone who might be interested in renting our house in Colorado, but still no takers at our home in Oklahoma. Rick turned down a Management position in Colorado with Rent a Center, because we don't believe that it's God's will for him to go back at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still believing that God will open the flood gates anytime and take care of all of these issues. I know without a shadow of a doubt that we are following his plan for us and we just have to be patient and have faith. I heard a sermon this week that spoke to my heart. The pastor said that if we are always worrying and wondering about our future then that speaks volumes about our faith. Sometimes I think I should worry more, but that statement made me feel very good about where I stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all for your prayers. We feel your love with us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-2344157173751338992?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/2344157173751338992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=2344157173751338992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2344157173751338992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2344157173751338992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/06/job-update.html' title='Job Update'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SEtSlC0zOFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4ATXOQGOCsI/s72-c/wbyf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-1816879650228896812</id><published>2008-05-29T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:58:46.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaedan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>A Season of Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SD9uj15iLWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oPav-_F3dhs/s1600-h/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206001256306453858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SD9uj15iLWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oPav-_F3dhs/s200/IMG_1255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you hold your brand new baby in your arms and smell their new skin, it's hard to imagine that one day they will be able to walk and talk. My baby is officially two! I say baby because I still see him that way. Now I understand why my Dad always says "Even though you have a baby doesn't mean you're not my baby!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206001634263575922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SD9u515iLXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XMCRfdaHvFA/s200/IMG_1272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had a great day, or shall I say week. My sister Alicia flew in to celebrate and that we did. She bought him a battery operated riding lawn mower that she had to get him the day she arrived (so she could watch him ride everyday she was here). The battery operated Jeep she got him for Christmas didn't hold a candle to the mower that looks just like daddy's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206002308573441410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SD9vhF5iLYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WcIAHMssMVI/s200/IMG_1343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On his birthday we went to the park to feed the ducks and play at the playground. And then we took him for his favorite meal. Pizza! He asks for pizza everyday for lunch so he enjoyed eating pizza and playing games at Incredible Pizza. Alicia and I baked him a golden butter cake with chocolate frosting, but all he cared about was the frosting. He realized that after you sing happy birthday you get to eat cake so every time someone called to wish him a happy birthday (about 6 calls), he asked for cake! I love him!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206007273555635618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SD90CF5iLaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/n7ZvazJtoeQ/s200/Pic108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found a home for our beloved Chance. We had him for 7 years and 5 of those he was more like our child than a dog. He was huge but he had a warped body image and thought he weighed 10 pounds. His bark was mean but he only barked to hide his true fear of everything! He loved Jaedan the minute we brought him home and Jaedan took advantage of that. He used him as a step stool, playmate and even bit him once. Of course Chance cried and licked him. He went to the perfect home at the perfect time and that has brought me much peace. The man that took him worked with Rick and is recently divorced. His wife has his kids the majority of the time and took their two dogs. I feel confident that they will be great companions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206006951433088402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SD9zvV5iLZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/UQYrDTxXjJI/s200/100_0521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rick was denied unemployment benefits and has only received two phone interviews after applying for over 25 jobs. I haven't received any callbacks after applying for about 8 jobs. We haven't rented our house in Colorado yet and have not sold our home in Oklahoma. Despite all of this, I remain hopeful. God is faithful and provides our every need. I know that he will open the right doors at the right time. It only takes one job, one renter and one buyer!! And God already has them lined up. I know that he is preparing the way and we just need to have faith. I heard a great saying on the radio yesterday, "God is seldom early, but never late". Those are some great words to live by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are leaving for California tomorrow (a 20 hour drive). Rick has a potential job opportunity, but I will have to get a job in order to make it work. We are hoping to find more opportunities and inexpensive housing. We are planning on being there for 2 weeks, if things don't line up we will move back to Colorado and live in the home we own there. Rick has a guaranteed job 45 minutes from our house and a potential opportunity in the same city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course we are praying for the Lords will. I am secretly hoping that his plan aligns with my desires. I am taking precautions and praying that God will change my heart and prepare me if I have to go back to work or move back to Colorado. My greatest desire is that Rick and I will agree in unity about all of the major decisions we have to make based on the path God has laid down. I know that no matter what, we will grow in our marriage and in our walk with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciate all of you who have said a prayer for us. We feel the love of so many family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e39bf5060c7a33b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e39bf5060c7a33b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331701728%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73D7C8B5470F9EAFD2B46CA01B87AD54C271DC18.27BAF3926B502348A5E75F77806605FE7F0CE362%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e39bf5060c7a33b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGlpN1i6_nO5xi1iLWFbvsOGkjls&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e39bf5060c7a33b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331701728%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73D7C8B5470F9EAFD2B46CA01B87AD54C271DC18.27BAF3926B502348A5E75F77806605FE7F0CE362%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e39bf5060c7a33b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGlpN1i6_nO5xi1iLWFbvsOGkjls&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-1816879650228896812?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7e39bf5060c7a33b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/1816879650228896812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=1816879650228896812' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/1816879650228896812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/1816879650228896812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/05/season-of-change.html' title='A Season of Change'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SD9uj15iLWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oPav-_F3dhs/s72-c/IMG_1255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-4143527912949191287</id><published>2008-05-24T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:51:24.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Learning to be Gracious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDYkfF5iLMI/AAAAAAAAANo/43NdnfSBjWU/s1600-h/02_17_4.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203386536051223746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDYkfF5iLMI/AAAAAAAAANo/43NdnfSBjWU/s200/02_17_4.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not always easy to be grateful for your husband, especially when you're together 24/7. I let my emotions and probably a few hormones get in the way of an otherwise happy home last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started thinking hey, I unloaded the dishwasher last time. Wait a minute didn't I clean the kitchen last. I started to get a little resentful after adding up all of the little things. So I began making sarcastic comments instead of doing the right thing and talking about it like an adult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few days of nagging, complaining and making everyone pay for my injustice, I prayed about the situation. As always God pointed out my faults and not my husbands. (He is so good at that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few years ago Himilce and I lead a small group at church. She had a great idea to have a group of married and engaged women meet once a week to read and discuss the book "The Power of a Praying Wife". (BTW, Thank you for that I still feel the blessings of that group.) We had an awesome experience and the Lord really moved in many ways. Every week we would right down our name and the name of our husband with a prayer request for someone in the group to focus on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203382846674316466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDYhIV5iLLI/AAAAAAAAANg/wAAVt5B2xGU/s200/PPW.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after praying about my situation I decided to open up that book and remind myself how important it is to pray for my husband. And that is when I got a huge slap in the face. I found a prayer request from a lady whose husband was killed in a car accident a couple of months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately I repented and my heart was broken for her. How dare I be angry that my husband doesn't do as much as I do. I'm sure she would give anything to serve her husband or have the time that God has so graciously given us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My perspective has been changed forever. I am grateful to serve my husband. I have been blessed with the opportunity to stay at home and be a wife and a mother. I don't get to choose how long I will have this calling and I don't get to choose how long I will have time with them on this earth. Today I am grateful. &lt;em&gt;For such a time as this?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-4143527912949191287?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/4143527912949191287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=4143527912949191287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/4143527912949191287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/4143527912949191287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/05/learning-to-be-gracious.html' title='Learning to be Gracious'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDYkfF5iLMI/AAAAAAAAANo/43NdnfSBjWU/s72-c/02_17_4.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-2523682145259416604</id><published>2008-05-24T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:17:57.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>My Siblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDb51V5iLNI/AAAAAAAAANw/BNOe30Lhx70/s1600-h/Dad+and+Siblings+07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203621114280029394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDb51V5iLNI/AAAAAAAAANw/BNOe30Lhx70/s200/Dad+and+Siblings+07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alicia(23), Alfonso(24), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deona&lt;/span&gt;(32), Levi(25), Rick, Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shay, My Dad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203637847472614738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDcJDV5iLVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4RmFvUxmYeQ/s200/101_0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rosalynn&lt;/span&gt;(15) and Anna(13)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Davene&lt;/span&gt; recently asked about my siblings and I realized I have never posted anything about them. They are a huge part of my everyday life even though I don't get to see them very often. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Deona&lt;/span&gt;, Alicia and I have a conference call almost every weekend (for a couple of hours). My Dad and brother live in Pueblo, Colorado (where we lived before we moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt;). My sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Deona&lt;/span&gt; lives in San Diego with her new husband and my sisters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rosalynn&lt;/span&gt;, Anna, Alicia and her fiance Alfonso live in Bakersfield, CA, where we are hoping to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My two youngest sisters came when my Mom remarried. They are the highlight of our family. Shay and Anna are the same age and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rosalynn&lt;/span&gt; is two years older. To others it's strange that I have a step-daughter and sister the same age, but to us it's just how it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203624709167656178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDb9Gl5iLPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bxosa2UVRew/s200/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Lawrence my brother-in-law and my oldest sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Deona&lt;/span&gt; (at the luau in Hawaii). Lawrence is in his second year of residency at the San Diego University Hospital. He is a pathologist and loves to be outdoors. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When we were little (around 5 and 8) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Deona&lt;/span&gt; asked my Mom why her and her siblings weren't very close. That day her and I made a pact that we would all be close no matter what. As the two oldest she told me it was our responsibility to make sure it happened. And we are still making that pact come true today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Deona&lt;/span&gt; is only 4'11", but it's true that big things come in small packages. She is the life of the party and has hundreds of friends. She is very generous and worries about all of us. She is brilliant. She graduated with her bachelors degree in biology, then completed med-tech school and graduated with honors for her masters degree in microbiology. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Her dream was to become a doctor, but when she was 24, she was diagnosed with a benign brain tumor. The tumor was so large that it was putting pressure on her brain and effecting her vision. She had surgery to have it removed and had to recover for a year and a half. She decided that having a family was more important than going to medical school and didn't want get married or have children until she was done with school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As you may be able to tell I have huge admiration for my big sister. She has ALWAYS been my biggest supporter and my best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203629510941093122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDcBeF5iLQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dFcJUy6q1wc/s200/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Levi, Levi, Levi... He is the only boy and number three of six. He was the first grandson on my Dad's side and the only Man that carries the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lucero&lt;/span&gt; name. Can you say spoiled!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love my little brother to death even though he broke all of my toys, fed my barbies to the dog and was a little terror growing up. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with fire and almost started the house on fire more than once. After my parents had the car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;reupholstered&lt;/span&gt;, he lit a firework using the cigarette lighter in the car. When he went to throw it out the window it fell back in the car (because he forgot to unroll it) and blew a hole in the drivers seat. Luckily he was never seriously injured. My parents really prayed for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He has a heart of gold and their is no one more loyal than my brother. I'm afraid he may never get married because anyone he brings home will have five protective sister-in-laws. My youngest sisters have recorded his voicemail message just to get the message &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203633277627411730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDcE5V5iLRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ZNZbQWEjKvg/s200/IMG_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alicia is the youngest of my Dad's children. She is getting married next spring to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Chito&lt;/span&gt;". They met when she was 14 at my Grandpa's church in the youth group and they have been dating ever since. He graduated last year with his bachelors in business and she graduated two years ago with her bachelors in physical therapy.&lt;br /&gt;There is no one more generous and loving than my little sister. She will go above and beyond for anyone who needs anything. She has a huge heart and is especially drawn to the elderly. She has a gift for making everyone feel special and she is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came to live with me when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; was a couple of weeks old while she was completing an internship. Rick had already come to Oklahoma to find housing and was working here, so it was us, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; and Shay. She helped me so much and her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; have had an unbreakable bond ever since. She calls us twice a day to talk to him and hear new stories about what he's doing or saying. She is flying out tomorrow for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203623437857336546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDb78l5iLOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/BBs3kV-cEzU/s200/101_0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Rosalynn&lt;/span&gt;, Shay and Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Rosalynn&lt;/span&gt; or Anna alone. That's because when we're together the three of them are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;inseparable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Rosalynn&lt;/span&gt; was born when I was 13. I was not exactly happy about my Mom and new step-dad having a baby. The first time I saw her little face everything changed. She is such a blessing to us all and I can't imagine life without her. She just finished her freshman year of high school (wow am I getting old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is beautiful and very smart. She always had a witty personality and even kicked me out of the house when she was 2. I scolded her when I was babysitting and she told me "There's no more room for you in this house." Who knows where she got that from. And oh yes, she was talking that well when she was two. So can you imagine all of the things we heard as she was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so much fun and has a sweet personality. She is in her teenage years so it's a little difficult to get her off of the phone and computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna is the baby and she wouldn't have it any other way. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt; like my oldest sister. She can throw out facts about any subject and loves school. When my Mom mentions the words "I wonder", she always says, "Did you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; it?". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Rosalynn&lt;/span&gt; told her the other day, "Why do you use such big words? Sometimes I don't know what you're talking about." and Anna told her, "You should start reading with me. It's very important that you have a broad vocabulary. If I say a word you don't understand ask me what it means.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are hilarious together. Anytime I start a conversation with, "guess what Anna said", Rick gets a huge smile on his face because he knows it's going to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be a quick post with a few lines about each of my siblings. Now that you know everything about them, I hope you know how proud and honored I am to have them in my life. It's because of them that my life is so full. I love them all so much and I don't know what I would do without each and every one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-2523682145259416604?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/2523682145259416604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=2523682145259416604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2523682145259416604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2523682145259416604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-siblings.html' title='My Siblings'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDb51V5iLNI/AAAAAAAAANw/BNOe30Lhx70/s72-c/Dad+and+Siblings+07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-6240277837854057430</id><published>2008-05-19T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:44:37.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaedan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>Turning Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDInf6_-hsI/AAAAAAAAANI/Fed_v_zhS1s/s1600-h/DSC01439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202263948933367490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDInf6_-hsI/AAAAAAAAANI/Fed_v_zhS1s/s200/DSC01439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; minutes after he was born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am both sad and excited that my little guy will soon be 2! It is unbelievable that he has not been in our lives forever, but it also seems that time has been on warp speed since he was born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202264833696630482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDIoTa_-htI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lCKImyRawko/s200/IMG_0570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love to watch him. It doesn't matter if it's playing in the bathtub, chasing daddy, eating, reading a book or any other little thing he might do. I also love to hear his little voice. The tone can change instantly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;depending&lt;/span&gt; on the subject or the mood. He has at least two new words a day and can already say three word sentences. My favorite is "mow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bubbes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pease&lt;/span&gt;" (translation: more bubbles please). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves playing outside and would never come in if he had his way. We find bribing him with a bath or a game of hide and seek is the best way to get him in the door without crying. He is obsessed with the riding lawn mower! He asks to go "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mowin&lt;/span&gt;'" at least 5 times a day and sits on it in the garage every chance he gets. He knows every store that sells them and when we drive past he shouts "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mowin&lt;/span&gt;' mama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mowin&lt;/span&gt;'". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202269502326081250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDIsjK_-huI/AAAAAAAAANY/6yDml3c01cs/s200/Pic1546.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is interested in potty training when it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; for him, but wants no part in it if he's playing, eating or doing anything funner than sitting on the potty. When we ask him if he wants to be a big boy and go potty like daddy he answers, "baby wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shotes&lt;/span&gt;". To him underwear are shorts and he loves to wear them, but he will pee in them and go on with life as if it doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah's Ark is his favorite story. He can say Noah without any trouble. He also likes to say two by two when we get to the animals getting on the boat. We saw two geese flying yesterday and I said, "Look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; there's two geese just like in Noah's boat." He started shouting geese, geese. Then he cried as they kept flying and didn't stop to say hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He learned how to say &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;/em&gt;in February for Rick's birthday and can now sing "Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dirday&lt;/span&gt; daddy, puppy, mommy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bama&lt;/span&gt; (grandma)", or anyone he chooses to sing to. His little voice can go in many different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;octaves&lt;/span&gt;. And now that it's going to be his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dirday&lt;/span&gt;" he sings it to himself, the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is so sweet. I want another just because he has made our lives so rich and full. I can't look at him without feeling blessed and all I want to do is hug and kiss him (most of the time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-6240277837854057430?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/6240277837854057430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=6240277837854057430' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/6240277837854057430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/6240277837854057430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/05/turning-two.html' title='Turning Two'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SDInf6_-hsI/AAAAAAAAANI/Fed_v_zhS1s/s72-c/DSC01439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-8465002366820535432</id><published>2008-05-17T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:31:11.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Standing on His Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SC-9fq_-hrI/AAAAAAAAANA/wri6Ari1ORc/s1600-h/bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201584446452434610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SC-9fq_-hrI/AAAAAAAAANA/wri6Ari1ORc/s200/bible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am so grateful that God blessed me with a family that knows him. I never had to live one day without knowing him, and I am eternally grateful for that gift. Even though the world may view us as irresponsible or plain crazy we stand on God's word that proves time and time again to be truth. Here are a few favorite scriptures that directly relate to our current situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mark 11: 24Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours. 25And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive him, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thank you God for answering the prayers of restoring and breathing new life into our marriage. Thank you for using our trials to bring us closer to you. Thank you for forgiving us of our sins and helping us to learn how to forgive each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Matthew7: 7Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 8For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We are stepping out in faith knowing that you will provide our every need. We know that you have already prepared a job for Rick that will be rewarding and satisfying. We thank you in advance for making this a smooth transition and opening all of the doors without incident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Proverbs 23:4 Don’t wear yourself out trying to get rich. Be wise enough to know when to quit. 5 In the blink of an eye wealth disappears, for it will sprout wings and fly away like an eagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We praise you for giving our family this time together. We are grateful for the ability to serve you and live according to your will. We lay our finances, personal desires and all of our earthly possessions down and ask that your will be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Luke 12:29 “And don’t be concerned about what to eat and what to drink. Don’t worry about such things. 30 These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers all over the world, but your Father already knows your needs. 31 Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and he will give you everything you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lord we know that you have been preparing us for these days long before we knew. We know that you are working out all of the details and drawing us closer to you as we wait upon your direction. We are not afraid of where we live or what we will eat because your will is the only place we want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ephesians 1: 17That the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give unto you the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of him: 18The eyes of your understanding being enlightened; that ye may know what is the hope of his calling, and what the riches of the glory of his inheritance in the saints, 19And what is the exceeding greatness of his power to us-ward who believe, according to the working of his mighty power,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Father we praise you for blessing us with your word and allowing us to live in a place where we are free to serve and worship you without restriction. We thank you that as we grow in our walk you are blessing us with your awesome wisdom. May we bring glory to your name according to the calling you have placed in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you for sharing in my thoughts and prayers. God has blessed us abundantly as a family during this transition. There is no greater place than in the Lord's will. I have seen a drastic change in all of us over the past month and now more than ever I am truly experiencing a renewed love for my husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lord, to you be the glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-8465002366820535432?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/8465002366820535432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=8465002366820535432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/8465002366820535432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/8465002366820535432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/05/standing-on-his-promises.html' title='Standing on His Promises'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SC-9fq_-hrI/AAAAAAAAANA/wri6Ari1ORc/s72-c/bible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-8891472804491607681</id><published>2008-05-08T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:43:23.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Dreaming of Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCNbq2NMw_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GbYX16dV42U/s1600-h/101_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198099186579194866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCNbq2NMw_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GbYX16dV42U/s200/101_0757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from the hotel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister got married in October in Hawaii. I am so grateful, because I may have never gotten to go if it weren't for her! Just thought I would share some pictures from paradise since it was on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198129354429482034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCN3G2NMxDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fVH2fdscPj4/s200/101_0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anna, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rosalynn&lt;/span&gt; (My baby sisters) and Shay at the reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198227073525400818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCPP-2NMxPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9WVsArLK9A8/s200/IMG_0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Dad and Levi (little brother) at the reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198100874501342242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCNdNGNMxCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EMVmlopkICw/s200/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rick and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; outside our hotel. Look at the colors! It is truly amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198129964314838082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCN3qWNMxEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/m9ceeDCDG90/s200/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Playing in the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198131398833914962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCN492NMxFI/AAAAAAAAALA/KIowRL8ts_g/s200/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rosalynn&lt;/span&gt;, Shay and Anna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;splashin&lt;/span&gt;' in the waves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198132034489074786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCN5i2NMxGI/AAAAAAAAALI/PW4WLoozRG4/s200/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Group picture before the Luau&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198132867712730226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCN6TWNMxHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZD8Mddm-xD8/s200/IMG_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom, Little Sister Alicia and me in our hotel lobby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wow, the humidity can do a number on your hair!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198133799720633474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCN7JmNMxII/AAAAAAAAALY/K3zzb2-0npE/s200/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at that view!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198233047824909634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCPVamNMxUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/kKITOKCu8Co/s200/IMG_0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Luau Pictures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198227064935466210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCPP-WNMxOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/A7k4SxqGsP0/s200/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much fun and great food &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198225398488155346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCPOdWNMxNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UoIsay085oQ/s200/IMG_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Ali and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;playin&lt;/span&gt;' in the water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198228606828725506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCPRYGNMxQI/AAAAAAAAAMY/X2rGimnyDiQ/s200/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198228615418660114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCPRYmNMxRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/68Q_p3veBks/s200/IMG_0331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lawrence my brother-in-law and my older sis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Deona&lt;/span&gt;. Isn't she beautiful! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198229680570549538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCPSWmNMxSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/24pX_pkQjJw/s200/P1010052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;snorkeling&lt;/span&gt; on a very choppy day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198229697750418738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCPSXmNMxTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ta4x3RdWHmc/s200/P1010115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shay and Anna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have so many more pictures, but I think you've seen enough of us for one day. I love looking at these pictures and remembering the wonderful memories we made. What a beautiful wedding and once in a lifetime vacation! I would travel for 12 hours all over to do it again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-8891472804491607681?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/8891472804491607681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=8891472804491607681' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/8891472804491607681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/8891472804491607681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/05/dreaming-of-paradise.html' title='Dreaming of Paradise'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SCNbq2NMw_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GbYX16dV42U/s72-c/101_0757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-3337037281303098380</id><published>2008-05-05T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:36:43.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Lovin' my Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my boy and my man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197116691843974066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SB_eGIGdA7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/kmD9MOyB81M/s200/IMG_0994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few years ago my marriage was not exactly a dream come true. Our main problem was that I began going to church after we got married and Rick wasn't attending with me. Well a few years later and look what the Lord has done!!! God is faithful and I have a testimony to prove it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite reminders of this big change is Rick's cell phone ring, "How Can I Keep From Singing", by Chris Tomlin. I love to hear his phone ring. It's so amazing to see him growing everyday. He has also mentioned wanting to be a part of a mission while he is looking for work. I love to watch as he grows deeper in his faith! He is willing to let go of the material &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possessions&lt;/span&gt; to follow God's will, no offense, but I never thought that would happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197118259507037122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SB_fhYGdA8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/5L2eZvhRCKo/s200/PIC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having him around these last two weeks has been a true blessing to both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; and I. Although I haven't been the most patient wife lately (praying about that), I am grateful for the opportunity to have him home with us for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197115111296009090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SB_cqIGdA4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/bLuqw6_d-7g/s200/PIC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my little "monkey man". This is what he wants to be called this week. We have always called him a little monkey because he climbs everything, loves bananas and acts a little crazy. He decided to add the man part on the end. His pronunciation is "mucky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt;", a little like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jamaican&lt;/span&gt; accent. It is amazing how much he is talking over the last month. It's like someone turned on the switch and he can't stop. Every day he has a few more words added to his vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He made us laugh the other night because Rick asked him if he wanted daddy to go back to work? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; responded, "No, Mommy". Thanks a lot little turkey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really believe that this time of transition is a great foundation for what the Lord is doing in our family. I feel like I need to do a better job of enjoying this time and sharing my gratitude with my boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-3337037281303098380?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/3337037281303098380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=3337037281303098380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/3337037281303098380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/3337037281303098380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/05/lovin-my-boys.html' title='Lovin&apos; my Boys'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SB_eGIGdA7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/kmD9MOyB81M/s72-c/IMG_0994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-7672966540626247117</id><published>2008-05-03T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:26:28.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Prayer for Quick Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lord, I give you great thanks for the home you have provided for our family. I thank you that you always give us more than we need. You have filled our home with your holy presence and we thank you for your protection over our property and family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lift up those you have selected to fill this home as we leave. I pray that you would bless them financially and that this home would be a blessing and not a burden. Lord I pray if they do not know you they would feel your presence in this place and seek your face. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray that you would prepare both the buyer and us in this transaction. I pray that it would be fair on both ends and that it would be simple and quick. I ask that your blessing would fall as you give us wisdom in selling our home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father, I thank you in advance for the quick sale of our home. I know that we are following your will and putting out family first. We leave the financial burden at the foot of the cross and give you all of the glory and praise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-7672966540626247117?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/7672966540626247117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=7672966540626247117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/7672966540626247117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/7672966540626247117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/05/prayer-for-quick-sale.html' title='Prayer for Quick Sale'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-4441313956494024075</id><published>2008-05-03T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T08:07:44.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>Feeling Isolated...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well today has turned out to be a disappointing and lonely day. I decided to have a garage sale to get rid of all of the things I really don't want to pack and move AGAIN. I was so proud of my organization. I had a box for each size of clothes so that no one would have to dig through piles. Everything was clearly marked with a price sticker or sign. I spent a lot of time looking at Jaedan and Shay's old clothes and remembering how small they use to be. I got up extra early to put signs on four intersections and placed a $20 ad in the paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196167628625609426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBx-7YGdAtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KhD3QSkEOfs/s200/IMG_1217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196167620035674802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBx-64GdArI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HYcYUQdcYQ4/s200/IMG_1215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now an hour and a half later I have not had one person even come to look. No folks not even a nosey neighbor has come by!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been sad the last week because I have never done a garage sale alone. All of my aunts, cousins and my grandma do them together. It was always an event. We would all bring our things to the house with the best access and traffic. Set it up, talk between customers and just have a good afternoon together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have literally been left out in the cold, alone. I think the tears are because of the hard work I put in, but even more so because of the isolation I have felt since moving here. I have tried to join several playgroups but have been rejected or they just simply fell apart. All of my neighbors work and have kids so they don't really have the time for a new friendship. Not to mention they have husbands, extended family and all of the regular life stuff to deal with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take responsibility for not getting more involved in the church. It's a huge church with 2 Saturday night and 4 Sunday morning services. Many which are full. They have small groups, but many are for married couples and we don't know anyone to watch Jaedan while we attend. Rick and I both signed up for several groups separately last fall but never got a response from leaders. I should have volunteered in the children's ministry but always had an excuse why it was bad timing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, thank you for listening to my sob story. I'm already feeling a little better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-4441313956494024075?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/4441313956494024075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=4441313956494024075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/4441313956494024075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/4441313956494024075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/05/feeling-isolated.html' title='Feeling Isolated...'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBx-7YGdAtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KhD3QSkEOfs/s72-c/IMG_1217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-4484818879263731719</id><published>2008-05-01T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:33:18.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Pictures with Grandpa and Uncle Levi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBjmSoGdAnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/19dRYDIGiJM/s1600-h/IMG_1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195155377848386162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBjmSoGdAnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/19dRYDIGiJM/s200/IMG_1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Ben and Jaedan with Jaedan's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;favorite farm animal "the goat"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBjmTIGdAoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/49cPkvk5C1U/s1600-h/IMG_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195155386438320770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBjmTIGdAoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/49cPkvk5C1U/s200/IMG_1165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa, Jaedan, a minature donkey &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and Rebecah (my Dad's friend and owner of the animals) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBjlUYGdAjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bX70kWtJdsE/s1600-h/IMG_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195154308401529394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBjlUYGdAjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bX70kWtJdsE/s200/IMG_1145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa and Jaedan playing trains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Aspen too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBjlUoGdAkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ucpxRUo-zTw/s1600-h/IMG_1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195154312696496706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBjlUoGdAkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ucpxRUo-zTw/s200/IMG_1148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Levi and Jaedan walking on Grandpa's farm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBjlVYGdAlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ylPuUItM_Gg/s1600-h/IMG_1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195154325581398610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBjlVYGdAlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ylPuUItM_Gg/s200/IMG_1154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minature horse only one day old!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amazing that he is able to walk moments after birth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195154334171333218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBjlV4GdAmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gooipwP3Xt8/s200/IMG_1156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can we take him home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-4484818879263731719?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/4484818879263731719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=4484818879263731719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/4484818879263731719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/4484818879263731719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/04/pictures-with-grandpa-and-uncle-levi.html' title='Pictures with Grandpa and Uncle Levi'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBjmSoGdAnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/19dRYDIGiJM/s72-c/IMG_1178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-7921361338427787441</id><published>2008-04-30T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:57:34.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Scripture of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBj5PIGdApI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gyVRZFhaVwI/s1600-h/Praise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195176208439771794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBj5PIGdApI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gyVRZFhaVwI/s200/Praise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proverbs 15:15(KJV): "All the days of the afflicted are evil: but he that is of a merry heart hath a continual feast." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the scripture for the daily devotional today on bible.com. The words of the devotional spoke directly to my heart as she spoke of praising God in all circumstances. I would like to think that I have done a pretty good job of praising God through this trial, but am humbled by the thought of praising him instead of worrying or complaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all could we ever praise him enough? or too much? I think not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-7921361338427787441?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/7921361338427787441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=7921361338427787441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/7921361338427787441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/7921361338427787441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/04/scripture-of-day.html' title='Scripture of the Day'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBj5PIGdApI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gyVRZFhaVwI/s72-c/Praise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-3460332711247436305</id><published>2008-04-30T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:25:24.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBjif4GdAiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7ud4BP_DvjQ/s1600-h/IMG_1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195151207435141666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBjif4GdAiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7ud4BP_DvjQ/s200/IMG_1214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Naomi, Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Richelle&lt;/span&gt; at dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Naomi and I started elementary school together. We became best friends in 3rd grade and have grown up in more than one way together. She had her first baby when we were Juniors in high school. The dynamic of our friendship changed, but the love for my dear friend has only grown. She lost her husband a little over a year ago. She was left with two children, Rebekah 10 and Josiah 3. We e-mail each other about 3 times a week and pray for each other daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Richelle&lt;/span&gt; and I became friends when we were freshmen in high school. We had an instant bond and have been friends ever since. She had her first child right after we graduated from high school and although we drifted apart, we are inseparable. She is married to a wonderful man and has three children. Hannah is 9, Neva is 4 and Maj is 2. Although we strayed during our teenage years, we now have a great Christ centered relationship. I should also mention that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Richelle&lt;/span&gt; worked for Rick and that is how we met. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Richelle&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so blessed to have these women as friends. They have taught me so much and have been faithful friends. Every time I go home we have dinner together and catch up on the latest. They are praying us through this transition and I am forever grateful for each of them. I love you girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-3460332711247436305?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/3460332711247436305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=3460332711247436305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/3460332711247436305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/3460332711247436305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/04/childhood-friends.html' title='Childhood Friends'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBjif4GdAiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7ud4BP_DvjQ/s72-c/IMG_1214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-8026040681107720205</id><published>2008-04-26T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T03:39:23.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Your Will Be Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBMFlIGdAhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OEWzqju5PqU/s1600-h/lamp.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193500930676163090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBMFlIGdAhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OEWzqju5PqU/s200/lamp.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After going to Colorado for a week, and a much needed break for Rick I am back. Actually, we have been back for a week, but a very busy and life changing week. So, here it goes. (Please excuse my punctuation and grammar. It's 4:30AM and I can't sleep!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rick earned 3 weeks vacation the second week in April and really needed a break, so we went to Colorado for a refreshing break with family and friends. After only a few days he started receiving phone calls from work about some really stressful and outrageous things that were going on in his district. Again the sleepless nights and sick mornings followed him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our drive back to Oklahoma we talked about our options. As you may know from a previous post we have been praying about Rick's job for over a year. We decided that God is leading us in a different direction and Rick resigned on Monday. He is the sole income in our house and we have 2 mortgage payments each month, but we know that this is God's will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday he resigned and was home by noon. Unfortunately, they don't have much faith in their employees and even if you give 2 weeks notice they always let you go the same day. On Tuesday I applied for 2 jobs in California where my Mom, Step-dad and sisters live. On Wednesday Rick applied for unemployment. On Friday at 1PM we signed the paperwork to put our house on the market and by 8PM we had our first showing. The realtor is giving them until 11AM today to put in an offer or she will put it on the MLS. In other words they like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have not been worried or stressed about our finances, because we know God will provide and already has. I know that we are following God's will because only he can grant the grace and peace that we have had over the past week. Only he could bless us with the ability to walk away from a great paying secure job with confidence. Only he could answer my prayer to bless my husband as the head of our home with wisdom in leading our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit that I have a couple of issues that are heavy on my heart. The first is that my desire is to be home with Jaedan. We agreed that Rick would take a couple of weeks to unwind and take a break from the hustle of jumping into the job market. I started applying for jobs right away, but I am not convinced that I can handle going back to work. My Mom and sisters have agreed to help with Jaedan if I work, which is a huge relief, but I love being with him. I know that if God leads to me back to working it will be for a great purpose and I will not take that for granted, but I am still hoping that he can make a way for me to stay with my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second issue is that we will probably not be taking our dogs with us. Rick and I were married for 6 years before we had Jaedan. Shay is only with us for breaks from school, so they were like our kids. Of course now that Jaedan is here they have stepped down from their pedestals and are beloved pets. I am praying that God would bless us with wisdom to find them the best homes and that he would fill the void that will be left in our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As this journey begins I am grateful for the opportunity to move to Oklahoma. It has strengthened our marriage, fulfilled my desire to stay home with Jaedan and increased our faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for the latest in our journey. I'll keep you posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Saretta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-8026040681107720205?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/8026040681107720205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=8026040681107720205' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/8026040681107720205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/8026040681107720205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/04/your-will-be-done.html' title='Your Will Be Done'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/SBMFlIGdAhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OEWzqju5PqU/s72-c/lamp.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-1875632492710197056</id><published>2008-04-10T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:36:57.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaedan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_5rwbP98rI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dzATc8YSXRI/s1600-h/Pic067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187702300470014642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_5rwbP98rI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dzATc8YSXRI/s200/Pic067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; is sick again! He finished his antibiotics on Friday and by Tuesday he was congested and complaining of a sore throat. I took him to the doctor first thing on Wednesday and she diagnosed him with a new bacterial infection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was sitting in the room waiting on the doctor a quote caught my eye. &lt;em&gt;"God is to good to be cruel and to wise to be mistaken. And when we can't trace his hand, we must trust in his heart." &lt;/em&gt;I could imagine parents of seriously ill children sitting in that same room and right then I was grateful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grateful that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; has a simple cold that can be cured. Grateful that I found a wonderful christian pediatrician. Grateful that I would only be in the office for a few minutes and not in a hospital for weeks. Although I would love it if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; were not sick, I am grateful it is not anything serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here we go again. Another 10 days of antibiotics and a few sleepless nights. But happy to take care of an otherwise healthy gift from God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-1875632492710197056?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/1875632492710197056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=1875632492710197056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/1875632492710197056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/1875632492710197056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/04/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_5rwbP98rI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dzATc8YSXRI/s72-c/Pic067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-8328415624432635143</id><published>2008-04-07T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:19:45.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>Tornado Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_sAEWH2IAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OOmGlqKRGWE/s1600-h/tornado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186739470505222146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_sAEWH2IAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OOmGlqKRGWE/s200/tornado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week we had a tornado touch down about 5 miles from our house. It hit a neighborhood directly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; from our church. The damage was very heavy to a handful of homes, but especially damaging to one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady was giving glory to God for saving her and her 2 sons from injury and death. The roof is completely gone along with most of her material &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;possessions&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186739290116595698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_r_52H2H_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/e_t4T5GGYpg/s200/tornado+damage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Rick is out of town on business. We spent the afternoon outside playing because it was warm but a little windy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; and I were watching our favorite program, "John and Kate Plus 8" when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;satellite&lt;/span&gt; went out. It had been windy (not unusual) and raining, but suddenly the wind picked up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;significantly&lt;/span&gt; and the rain began to poor. Then hail began pounding the windows and I headed straight for the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Rick to see if the news was reporting a tornado warning and when he checked there was none. He called back minutes later to see if the hail had passed and it had, but started up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the news came back on, we found out that there had been quarter sized hail and winds up to 65 mph. Thankfully there was no rotation in the clouds, but still a little scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally don't scare easily, but because the tornado was so close last week I'm a little shaken. I also think having Rick away makes it a little scarier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not have been too scared because I caught the second hail storm on video. Here is a little of the action. Note: This is not snow covering the ground, it's hail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-47d9fddb93504640" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47d9fddb93504640%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331701728%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D732DE105B96F7058E7B5841903D88B5F9AC9BB52.1B0B5F026A96AE390C707C607352A4EE6EA1B8E2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47d9fddb93504640%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7OnbbSjXczG1SOW1cDXqk_OPf2k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47d9fddb93504640%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331701728%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D732DE105B96F7058E7B5841903D88B5F9AC9BB52.1B0B5F026A96AE390C707C607352A4EE6EA1B8E2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47d9fddb93504640%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7OnbbSjXczG1SOW1cDXqk_OPf2k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-8328415624432635143?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=47d9fddb93504640&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/8328415624432635143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=8328415624432635143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/8328415624432635143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/8328415624432635143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/04/tornado-season.html' title='Tornado Season'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_sAEWH2IAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OOmGlqKRGWE/s72-c/tornado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-3153788777808259118</id><published>2008-04-07T12:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:29:45.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>This is the Day the Lord has Made</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_rzWWH2H8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Z5_VqXPr2II/s1600-h/IMG_1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186725486091706306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_rzWWH2H8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Z5_VqXPr2II/s200/IMG_1111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This weekend we spent a lot of time outside working on the yard. I couldn't help but be completely in awe of God's awesome creations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to me how everything works together for good. From the earth worms in the garden, to the rain that falls in the spring. How can you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fathom&lt;/span&gt; the awesome wonders of our Lord? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186725954243141586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_rzxmH2H9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qqZJrtPw1ys/s200/IMG_1120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is equally amazing how God matures us in his perfect ways. I am going to be 30 this year and I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that God has brought me so, so, so far from when I was in my early twenties. Back then the only reason I would have been in the yard would have been for a tan. I would have been oblivious to the beauty that surrounded me and equally oblivious to how awesome our God really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great weekend to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; follow Rick around the yard and copy everything he did. To watch my husband let go of all of the stress of work and enjoy the blessing of our home. And to simply be a family working together to show pride and gratitude for the beautiful blessings we've been giving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186726503998955490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_r0RmH2H-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/tADBd3DK72Y/s200/IMG_1107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see we have a lot of property and a lot of work to do. Here's to many weekends outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-3153788777808259118?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/3153788777808259118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=3153788777808259118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/3153788777808259118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/3153788777808259118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-day-lord-has-made.html' title='This is the Day the Lord has Made'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_rzWWH2H8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Z5_VqXPr2II/s72-c/IMG_1111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-1074102260398498167</id><published>2008-04-05T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:16:53.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Someone Hide the Camera Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you haven't noticed, I love pictures. My poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; is tired of me following him around with the camera documenting his every move. Since the day he was born he has had that flash in his face and just ignores me now when I say look or smile. Here is a random collection of photos I thought you might enjoy. Okay, pictures I enjoy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185875954445459266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_futGH2H0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/yjF3IKe07sk/s200/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture says it all! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; had a double ear infection, was hungry and a little tired. Needless to say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; egg dying did not go well this year. Shay is so patient and just laughed when he threw her beloved egg and almost drank the dye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185878368217079634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_fw5mH2H1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/0bIEfiJXZnI/s200/IMG_1068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; was still on antibiotics, so I didn't take him to the nursery at church. When he got home he couldn't wait to have his own worship service in our living room. Maybe he'll be a music minister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185879592282759010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_fyA2H2H2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/5LAPiKbHdfk/s200/IMG_1075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry Rick! We were bored and he got into my rollers. He'll thank me for this later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185886331086446450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_f4JGH2H3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/5WFsJWr-res/s200/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He must be checking my blog to see what embarrassing pictures I posted now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185887082705723266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_f402H2H4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/JeRVNXFiScg/s200/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture is a little older, but I love it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That is all for now. No need to worry there will be plenty more to come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-1074102260398498167?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/1074102260398498167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=1074102260398498167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/1074102260398498167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/1074102260398498167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/04/someone-hide-camera-please.html' title='Someone Hide the Camera Please'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_futGH2H0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/yjF3IKe07sk/s72-c/IMG_1093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-5573430123308858083</id><published>2008-04-03T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:59:45.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimistic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've always been told that I'm optimistic, but I realized the other day it has nothing to do with outlook. It is simply faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;My faith has given me the ability to see that even when things are hard there is always some lesson to be learned. Just like the stories in the bible I wait to see what it is that God is showing me. I often hear people say that it is an attack of the devil, but sometimes it is simply a lesson to be learned and a growth in our faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Although I believe that the devil does attack, I believe that the Lord will overcome. And when he does it is simply his way of helping us grow in our walk with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;As I walk with him today I am greatful. Greatful for salvation, my husband, my son and daughter, family, friends, good health and I'm also greatful that it's spring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185203873668013842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WLc2H2HxI/AAAAAAAAADo/H2RjYwPfZSk/s200/04_03_2.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-5573430123308858083?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5573430123308858083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=5573430123308858083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/5573430123308858083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/5573430123308858083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/04/optimistic.html' title='Optimistic?'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WLc2H2HxI/AAAAAAAAADo/H2RjYwPfZSk/s72-c/04_03_2.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-7955833425442128280</id><published>2008-03-25T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:10:32.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Summer Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a great time with my Mom, step-dad and sisters. We (Jaedan and I) decided to follow my parents to Colorado for a quick four day visit. It was a whirlwind visiting friends and family in such a short amount of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181875969798315714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R-m4vWH2HsI/AAAAAAAAADA/g5sq86q1jFE/s200/IMG_0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Auntie Rosalynn, Jaedan and Auntie Anna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't believe how terrible I was about taking pictures this visit. I was too busy enjoying adult conversation and watching Jaedan enjoy his family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Shay out of school a few days before her spring break started. She enjoyed our family and drove back to Oklahoma with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181876635518246610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R-m5WGH2HtI/AAAAAAAAADI/_KmEq52L5Vg/s200/IMG_1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My sisters Anna and Rosalynn, Shay and Cousin Mariah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My cousin, who lives in Texas, was also in town with her 3 kids. It was so good to see them. The last time I saw her was about 3 years ago. My cousins and I took my Grandma to lunch and to walk down at the riverwalk. It was such a beautiful day. It was also my Grandpa's birthday who died 11 years ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181881338507435778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R-m9n2H2HwI/AAAAAAAAADg/7DUpom4Pq-w/s200/IMG_1038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandma Sophie with her great grandkids (those who were there anyway)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181877988432944866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R-m6k2H2HuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qI_QPJkPYGo/s200/IMG_1049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, cousin Linda, Grandma Sophie, cousin Debbie and cousin Dawn (from TX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We made it back in time to have Easter with Rick. It was very quiet going from a house full of people to just the four of us. It's nice to be home and was nice to enjoy a wonderful Easter message at church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181879380002348786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R-m712H2HvI/AAAAAAAAADY/th72r9dA1hQ/s200/IMG_1061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jaedan, Rick and Shay Easter morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-7955833425442128280?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/7955833425442128280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=7955833425442128280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/7955833425442128280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/7955833425442128280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/03/summer-break.html' title='Summer Break'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R-m4vWH2HsI/AAAAAAAAADA/g5sq86q1jFE/s72-c/IMG_0585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-582769677170633625</id><published>2008-03-11T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:32:44.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R9bsSkv53iI/AAAAAAAAACg/n6xmnqjPMWU/s1600-h/vaccum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176584625555365410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R9bsSkv53iI/AAAAAAAAACg/n6xmnqjPMWU/s200/vaccum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom, Step-dad and two little sisters are coming to visit this weekend. It will be the first time they have come to Oklahoma, so of course I want my house to be in perfect order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's perfect timing for our annual spring cleaning, but I'm finding it more challenging this year now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaedan's&lt;/span&gt; almost 2. Of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaedan&lt;/span&gt; wants to get into everything!! And as I clean he is right behind me making a new mess. I often wonder how I will do it when I have more than 1? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the stage where my house is more messy now then when I started... Wish me luck in finishing before they get here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-582769677170633625?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/582769677170633625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=582769677170633625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/582769677170633625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/582769677170633625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R9bsSkv53iI/AAAAAAAAACg/n6xmnqjPMWU/s72-c/vaccum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-2000540660045343317</id><published>2008-03-10T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T11:54:17.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R9WCK0v53fI/AAAAAAAAACM/j-dqlRE0EWM/s1600-h/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176186469202124274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R9WCK0v53fI/AAAAAAAAACM/j-dqlRE0EWM/s200/IMG_0322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently found out that a lady from my former church lost her husband in a car accident. She has two small children, two teenage step-children and his dental practice to take care of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have a childhood friend who lost her husband a little over a year ago. She was also left with two small children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I pray for these women I am reminded how blessed I am. I have always been grateful for my husband, but have found a renewed sense of thankfulness. I am grateful that my children are blessed with a God seeking father and leader. We are blessed with good health and the ability to provide for our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to read &lt;em&gt;The Power of a Praying Wife, &lt;/em&gt;for a second time and remind myself how important it is to intercede for my husband. It is so easy for me to put my children before him, because I know he can take care of himself. I am going to make an effort to remind myself everyday that it is God's will for my husband to be the priority. I pray that God will help me in this effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart aches for these women and the children that will grow up without their fathers. I believe that God holds them in the palm of his hand and will fill every void. I can't help but hurt for the loss that is so deep in their lives. I am looking forward to the day when I can hear the testimonies of God's amazing grace, but for now I will pray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling." Psalm 68:5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-2000540660045343317?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/2000540660045343317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=2000540660045343317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2000540660045343317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/2000540660045343317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/03/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R9WCK0v53fI/AAAAAAAAACM/j-dqlRE0EWM/s72-c/IMG_0322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-6903134523654861036</id><published>2008-02-28T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:59:26.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livivng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>God himself will provide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R8eecPPm33I/AAAAAAAAABs/Qyvxu8kfejw/s1600-h/walk-in-the-wood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172276905023823730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R8eecPPm33I/AAAAAAAAABs/Qyvxu8kfejw/s200/walk-in-the-wood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband and I are at a crossroads with his career. After 8 years of long hard hours and a lot of stress he may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;resigning&lt;/span&gt;. We are praying to walk in God's will and believe that if it is time it is only because it is God's perfect timing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband is the sole provider for our family. We have 2 children and 2 mortgages. In the worlds eyes we would be insane to consider him leaving his job. We have faith and know that God will provide our every need. We give him praise in advance for the road he has already prepared for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight God gave me the scripture Genesis 22:8, "God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering, my son". If he tested Abraham to sacrifice Issac, what is he asking us to sacrifice? Financial security, worldly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;possessions&lt;/span&gt;, security in health insurance? What is that compared to salvation, health and family? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My greatest struggle is that I may be going back to work and leaving my son with someone e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lse&lt;/span&gt;. Although I have been abundantly blessed with almost two years of staying home with him, I cannot imagine having to be away from him everyday. It is only by God's perfect timing and provisions that I was able to be home in the first place. It was my greatest desire that I be home with my baby and God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fulfilled&lt;/span&gt; that with a great miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a great lesson for our children to see. We must walk even when we cannot see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-6903134523654861036?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/6903134523654861036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=6903134523654861036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/6903134523654861036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/6903134523654861036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-himself-will-provide.html' title='God himself will provide'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R8eecPPm33I/AAAAAAAAABs/Qyvxu8kfejw/s72-c/walk-in-the-wood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-1084823989901778213</id><published>2008-02-24T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:01:04.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living'/><title type='text'>What a Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R8Ih2A0PGsI/AAAAAAAAABk/uOKR5ex7Nxk/s1600-h/IMG_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170732533990496962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R8Ih2A0PGsI/AAAAAAAAABk/uOKR5ex7Nxk/s200/IMG_0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some items I received free with double coupons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On sale for $2 had $1 coupon doubled paid $0&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am and always have been a bargain shopper. When I enter into a store I head straight to the back for the clearance racks. I have recently found that the same idea pertains to grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always cut coupons but was embarased to hand over my .35 coupon for $150 worth of groceries. I would usually end up setting the coupon aside because the generic brand was cheaper than the brand name with a coupon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first mistake was that I assumed going to the Wal-Mart Supercenter was the cheapest way to shop. I bought everything I needed in one stop. Although convienant, not always the cheapest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that two local grocery stores offered double coupons. One store offers up to .50 and the other up to $1. This means that if your coupon is for .50 they will double the offer and take off $1. Every week the stores mail out their ads and I scan them to find what is on sale. That is how I plan my weekly meals. I cut out coupons every Sunday and also search for printable coupons online. Then I put together a list for each store and paper clip all of the coupons I need to each list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still shop at Wal-Mart for some items, but have been surprised at the remarkable dent I have made in our grocery bill. My Mom, the sceptic, asked if the savings was enough to cover the cost of gas to drive to different stores. The answer is yes. I have a specific driving route to target all three stores in one trip. I then make my list based on the order of aisle content. Believe it or not I can now shop at 3 stores in one morning before Jaedan takes a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this kind of shopping takes planning, time and effort. But if saving money is important to you then it is well worth the time. Maybe I need more of a life, but this has become fun for me! Happy shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170732529695529650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R8Ih1w0PGrI/AAAAAAAAABc/gPrQCJq9YsM/s200/IMG_0972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On sale for $2.88 had a $1 coupon paid .88 each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few tips:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* You can subscribe to a weekend or Sunday paper if you don't receive it everyday and save &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* I stock up on meat, poultry, toiletries, etc. when it's on sale so I never have to pay regular price for items I always use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Online coupons can be found at couponmom.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* If it is on sale 2 for $4, 10 for $10, etc. you still receive the savings of buying less unless otherwise stated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-1084823989901778213?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/1084823989901778213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=1084823989901778213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/1084823989901778213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/1084823989901778213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-deal.html' title='What a Deal'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R8Ih2A0PGsI/AAAAAAAAABk/uOKR5ex7Nxk/s72-c/IMG_0973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388860488936331245.post-3937494384530151719</id><published>2008-02-20T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:53:48.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello My Name is Saretta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R7yFIA0PGnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Nma7fM4omN4/s1600-h/IMG_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169152845019028082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R7yFIA0PGnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Nma7fM4omN4/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a first time blogger trying to learn the ropes. I have recently moved from my hometown in Colorado to Oklahoma. It has been a very slow process meeting friends, because I am a new stay at home mom. I am enjoying the challenges of balancing child rearing with being a Godly wife. Of course I have days when I want to pull my hair out, but I am greatful for the opportunity to raise my son and watch him learn and grow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am looking forward to meeting others who have similar interests or just want to have another friend. My husband works very hard for us and is often gone for 12 or more hours a day. Needless to say, it would be nice to communicate with someone whose vocabulary consists of more than 20 words. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is my prayer that I would bring glory to God's name in all I am and all I do. I have great faith that I am living in His will and long to grow closer to Him. Through every detail of my life I believe that He is guiding my path and I am greatful for the blessing.I look forward to meeting many new friends...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saretta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388860488936331245-3937494384530151719?l=journalofabeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/3937494384530151719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388860488936331245&amp;postID=3937494384530151719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/3937494384530151719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388860488936331245/posts/default/3937494384530151719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofabeliever.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-my-name-is-saretta_20.html' title='Hello My Name is Saretta'/><author><name>Jaedan's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192145222896773611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R_WUpGH2HzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkbAYhp3eQk/S220/SarettaJaedan.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_shA3y7QtkN0/R7yFIA0PGnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Nma7fM4omN4/s72-c/IMG_0616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
