tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84889640160985941862024-03-12T19:34:19.744-07:00Praises2HimNana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.comBlogger216125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-46118501212824752722013-01-30T20:05:00.001-08:002013-01-30T20:05:49.955-08:00BLOGGRNana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-49988906593118271052013-01-25T08:32:00.001-08:002013-01-30T18:49:25.061-08:00Moving ....to another blog address! http://:www.praises2him2.blogspot.com<br />
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Somehow my phone could get on my old blog...not sure how...but i have started a new one after several months of trying to log onto this blog....<br />
Grrrrrr ..... Technology! Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-4580983760972332822012-06-17T18:31:00.001-07:002012-06-17T18:31:39.535-07:00He speaks...in everything that has life...<br />
My daily vision and commitment to seeing Jesus and God in my surroundings and my daily life and then to post it here 360 days may have been a bit more challenging than I had originally thought. It's not that I haven't thought of things to write about....or I haven't been aware of His presence in my life...just the opposite. I continue to see Him daily and marvel at the wonders of His presence in our world...even in the times of chaos, He is here...<br />
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Today when we were coming home from church I heard Chris Rice's Hallelujahs and was aware that in my mind, I was seeing the words and praising God for His creation!<br />
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<span style="color: red;">I wade the surf where dolphins play</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">The taste of salt, the dance of waves</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">And my soul wells up with Hallelujahs</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">A lightning flash, my pounding heart</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">A breaching whale, a shooting star</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Give testimony that You are</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">And my soul wells up with Hallelujahs</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Oh praise Him, all His mighty works</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">There is no language where you can't be heard</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Your song goes out to all the earth</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Oh cratered moon and the sparrow's wings</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Oh thunder's boom and Saturn's rings</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Unveil our Father, as You sing</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">And my soul wells up with Hallelujahs</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghr9kJc6ummvYl7Wq0baTvEr0Yw9PuLfYuVg8lHoGfTVlzt4Tk-cAzEIL-3uKuprY5fO9qtYjrfSJ02FM4oDOmFVH3taBHk0YjGvEVkCVt6zgEs4uzvBiB02HuxFdlti0xghjOnNZ_GhL0/s1600/Trip+to+ND+etc.+by+way+of+vancouver+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghr9kJc6ummvYl7Wq0baTvEr0Yw9PuLfYuVg8lHoGfTVlzt4Tk-cAzEIL-3uKuprY5fO9qtYjrfSJ02FM4oDOmFVH3taBHk0YjGvEVkCVt6zgEs4uzvBiB02HuxFdlti0xghjOnNZ_GhL0/s320/Trip+to+ND+etc.+by+way+of+vancouver+027.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="color: red;">Oh praise Him, all His mighty works</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">There is no language where you can't be heard</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Your song goes out to all the earth</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">The pulse of life within my wrist</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">A fallen snow, a rising mist</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">There is no higher praise than this</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">And my soul wells up, oh my soul wells up</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Yes my soul wells up with Hallelujahs</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Oh praise Him, all His mighty works</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">There is no language where you can't be heard</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Your song goes out to all the earth</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Oh Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah</span><br />
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Thank you Chris Rice for reminding us that the whole creation cries out with praises and if we listen...we should be able to hear...<span style="color: red;">Oh praise Him, all His mighty works </span><span style="color: red;">There is no language where you can't be heard</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Your song goes out to all the earth </span><span style="color: red;">Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah</span> Today...listen and then sing with His creation!<br />
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On April 21, I completed a dream. Since I became a believer, my heart's desire was to go to a Bible school. In 2004, when I retired from Bismarck Public Schools, I had searched for schools on line. Then, in 2005, Steve and I moved to Ferndale WA. Steve and I crossed the border to Canada to find out about the programs at Trinity Western University. They said...no BA...no MA...go to the seminary. I didn't want to be a pastor...I kept telling them that. The registrar, Wendell Phillips, PhD., told me about a program, 31 hours and I would have a diploma from the seminary. Didn't have to be a pastor...so, in 2008, I received my Diploma. At the ceremony, I watched as students were hooded and told Steve, I want a hood.<br />
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So, I began to gather the required credits to get my MA. (51 hours). I took a couple of years off and this fall I realized that I was saying...I have 3 classes left to complete my MA! I didn't want to say that the rest of my life. So this fall, I took 1 class and this spring, I finished my MA project and a leadership class. <br />
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All requirements complete...I was able to walk through a graduation. How I praise God.<br />
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In October, I completed a 10K race in Omaha, NE. When I was asked to provide a picture for the slide show with something that was meaningful I thought of this Scripture right away. Then saw this picture...I knew that it encompasses what my family and friends have said to me. Had Steve thought about it, he would have made a sign too!!!!<br />
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I got my MA of Christian Studies and my HOOD!!!!!!! For the past couple of weeks...I have been very emotional. When the song Pomp and Circumstances was played as we walked in, I was very emotional...okay...I cried. With each thing that was said, I cried. Many of the speakers talked about the sacrifices that each of the graduates made, they also talked about the same sacrifices that our families have made. I am so thankful to my husband who encouraged and proofread my papers. I am thankful to our daughters and their families who encouraged me and who gave up time with me while I studied. I am thankful to family and friends who prayed for me and encouraged me. This hood that I received wasn't big enough to honor all of the people who helped and encouraged and prayed for me.<br />
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YAY!!! Thank you so much to each and everyone of you!!!!!!<br />
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And these are the friends that waited in line at the border to be at my graduation. My sister and her husband came from Montana, gave up their grandson's birthday party to be with me on this special day. There were 3 couples who because of other conflicts could not make the ceremony but I was overwhelmed with their love and concern and their request to be with me to celebrate this special day.<br />
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Above all...I praise God for He has given me this support. And He has given me the desire of my heart....Am I done? What am I going to do? I do not know...I know that God has a plan for my life...just can hardly wait for His direction, His plan and His goals...Praise His name!Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-11630269145507888662012-03-16T05:35:00.000-07:002012-03-16T05:35:03.319-07:00Look...check...read...look...check...sleep....FOCUS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKB72tOHYqfjhXw-I3bmNBKmXyYt6bsRxpiHVO8eDrqXbJJI-H2E8YeZmBA3DfHCDVPoo02BmcZp5Z2HMPbGTNRaFn3Jd-5k1eEeOBLPXGh_q7L4Y4cZdOOv0LMnLhXsaIDGOxeKZLuJxD/s1600/Gartners+2011+054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKB72tOHYqfjhXw-I3bmNBKmXyYt6bsRxpiHVO8eDrqXbJJI-H2E8YeZmBA3DfHCDVPoo02BmcZp5Z2HMPbGTNRaFn3Jd-5k1eEeOBLPXGh_q7L4Y4cZdOOv0LMnLhXsaIDGOxeKZLuJxD/s320/Gartners+2011+054.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I went to class in Canada last week and on the way back across the border...there was a line. For those of you who do not cross the border, we play a little game up here...guess which lane is going to go faster. Did I make it before <b>that car</b>? How many cars are ahead of me? How many cars are ahead of <b>that car</b>? My competitive spirit rises to the top and that day the line was really backed up...it took 1 1/2 hours to go across the border. You can get a lot done in that time...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I looked at the lines and watched as <b>that car</b> wedged itself across 3 lanes of traffic right in front of me. I thought he was really rude and pushy!!! So, I had time, took out my school book and read. Then it started...I would look and find <b>that car</b> and read. I kept a look out for him. He was making way better progress than I was but by the time I realized he picked the right lane, he was across the border and I was still waiting. So, I did what came next...picked another car to be ... <b>that car</b>! At one point, I thought I would "rest my eyes" only to wake up and see 3 car lengths ahead of me. I couldn't understand why the guy behind me didn't honk...checked the rear view mirror and he was sound asleep too!!!! Mouth open sleeping.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This went on for nearly the full time...look... check on <b>that car</b>...read...look...check on <b>that car</b> until...</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I turned my head and my focus changed. It wasn't a grey day any more. It wasn't wondering if I would "win"! It wasn't about someone else or ME! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It had rained all day. The direction I was looking was gray and colorless. But out on the water, the sun was peaking through and there before me were millions of diamonds dancing on the water. I was stunned by the beauty. I loved watching the waves toss the gems from wave to wave and it suddenly came to me. I miss so many of God's blessings when my focus is on the grayness of life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The writer of the Hebrews says: Fix your eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of our faith. It is all about focus. I could have kept my eye on the line and <b>that car</b> but praise Him, I changed my focus and enjoyed His gift.</span>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-19241759849146540412012-03-13T20:06:00.003-07:002012-03-13T20:10:13.609-07:00Set a goal...dream a dream<a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s320x320/429677_343387709035699_144147645626374_910733_709721213_n.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s320x320/429677_343387709035699_144147645626374_910733_709721213_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span >April 21,2012....Graduation from ACTS Seminary....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >May 26, 2012.......turn 62</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >July.....my first Social Security check</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >What is next Jesus? I can hardly wait...thanks Jen*...I love this!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >*One of my MOPS moms sent this to me today...yep...LOVE her....</span></div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-17260011757298234292012-03-12T21:46:00.003-07:002012-03-13T21:48:30.097-07:00A gift not yet received...<a href="http://www.mops.org/layout/exodus/blue/gradient_logo.jpg" style="font-weight: normal;"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.mops.org/layout/exodus/blue/gradient_logo.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 122px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 180px;" /></a>The Gifts....oh, God is so great and He has given me so many gifts. I was wondering tonight if it is right to praise Him for something that I haven't yet received. It took overnight to figure out the answer because this morning, I know it is more than okay, it is anticipating the gift! <br />
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</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%;"> I am involved as a Mentor mom for the MOPS program that meets in our church. I love spending time with them and if they were to read this, it is NOT <b>just </b>because I get to hold their babies...but let me tell you THAT is a perk!</span></div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</div><div style="font-weight: normal;">A couple of weeks ago I had the privilege of leading a Bible study for them. Devotions without guilt. I remember the times in my life when connecting with God was difficult. I remember days would go by when I would not spend time in the Word of God (and still do). I remember times dropping exhausted into bed at the end of the day and whispering a prayer, not finishing it because I had fallen asleep.</div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</div><div style="font-weight: normal;">I also remember speakers and friends who put me to shame because I wasn't having a quiet time and instead of motivating me, I felt guilty. Who was I that I couldn't find time to worship the very God who created me and loved me and sent His son to die for me? I also remember the sweet times when I would hold my baby girl and sing hymns and pray her to sleep. I remember times when I was able to pray with our girls and show them that Jesus cares about every aspect of their lives. I remember the sweet Spirit that would fill the nursery when I rocked them to sleep and I still felt guilty.</div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</div><div style="font-weight: normal;">Two weeks ago, we met and we will meet again today. I have heard from several of them. Potty training, illness, the busyness of life has made it difficult for these moms to connect with God and they desire to do it. I have also heard from one mom who changed kissing the "hurts" away to praying with her child in addition to the kisses. Focus...Fix our eyes on Jesus. Changing our vision from earth to heaven. This morning, we will meet again. God has a work to do in the lives of these moms. He loves them and He also desires to show them on a daily basis that He craves their attention. </div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</div><div style="font-weight: normal;">My gift...today! Meeting with young women who want to be godly moms. Seeing encouragement change their lives. My gift today...MOPS moms. They are another reminder in my life that He has so many gifts for me and I just have to focus on what they are. Today is like Christmas eve! I know that the gifts that I will get will be fun and exciting. New things always are exciting. Today...God will work in a very special way in the lives of these moms. So, for this gift...I praise Him before He gives it to me...expectation, anticipation...His presence this morning is going to be amazing. </div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-82375975086452538922012-03-07T10:06:00.004-08:002012-03-07T10:17:57.482-08:00Poppa, read me a book...let's cuddle in bed!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjprjGN1Vv3F9-koicOBOYiXSdVTVwENPQO0IC5erAsnyDomY_jKLyPXU2f0r1Eanklwo7qO3DvkDoPkbbe-1dSfGhERgGhs_3MSNStJjZeX21GtwCUGmA9qoaJ_-RhyCfci9iaPcHHlsAr/s1600/416833_10150645262597999_690737998_8992892_1182212598_n.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjprjGN1Vv3F9-koicOBOYiXSdVTVwENPQO0IC5erAsnyDomY_jKLyPXU2f0r1Eanklwo7qO3DvkDoPkbbe-1dSfGhERgGhs_3MSNStJjZeX21GtwCUGmA9qoaJ_-RhyCfci9iaPcHHlsAr/s320/416833_10150645262597999_690737998_8992892_1182212598_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717218965834153202" /></a><br /><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">This is the picture that brought joy to my heart today. God is so good! Steve was laid off work but he is in North Dakota and Nebraska for the next 17 days. This morning, Emma woke up Poppa and snuggled next to him to have a story read to her. She opened the door to a room that should have been empty. Someone waved to her...Poppa!!! </div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span>As I thought of this I realized that this is what God wants from us. Not a formal stiff time, but a time when we snuggle up next to Him and listen expectantly to a story that He has to tell us. He has so many, you know. There is the one where He parted the Red Sea and all of </span><span>Pharaoh's</span><span> army were drowned...boy that was exciting...couldn't put that one down! Then, there was that one where there was a baby in the manger and a teenage girl...turns out that baby was God in flesh. That was some pretty exciting stuff. There are happy stories that He can tell us and there are stories that make us weep. But He has a million. </span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span>One of the stories I like to hear is how He rescued me from a life of sin and turned me into a whole new person...that one seems like it is a never-ending story! He always has a chapter or 2 to tell me about that is new and I don't know how that one turns out.</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span>He loves each of you and loves it when you recognize Him in the very mundane of your lives. To see Him when your grandchildren are snuggling next to Poppa, to see the spilled milk as the Sea of Galilee, to look at the oatmeal that is crusted and stuck to the cupboard as a day when the sun didn't shine but He was faithful. He loves you and loves it when you snuggle next to Him. </span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; font-family: Arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Today, as you look for things in the day He has given you, watch for Him. Seek His face. Feel His presence. He IS there with you. He loves a good story and He listens to our heart. Enjoy Him. Snuggle next to Him and have Him read you a book...</span> guaranteed<span style="font-size: 100%;">...it is going to be just what you need.</span></span></div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-40202494285691787362012-03-03T17:57:00.001-08:002012-03-03T18:00:33.626-08:00Commitment relies on Intentionality = discipline<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">This morning I was reminded that anything that is new…whether a new habit or eating plan or whatever you decide on needs to have first a commitment to begin. This year I did have the commitment to write on my blog every day. To share the many gifts that God has given me…then along about the middle of January, life exploded.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">It began on an ordinary day. I went to pick up Steve at work and found that the unemployment statistic had just hit our home. Steve was laid off. 3 days later he had surgery. 6 weeks later…God has shown us over and over that He is in control of our world even when we think it might have been tipped off its axis.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">So…along with commitment comes intentionality. I intended to write. I have thought about the gifts He has given us daily. Here are just a few of them:</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->1.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 1. </span><!--[endif]-->Winter snows covered purple blossom in January…Praise You for the new life you bring.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->2.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 2. </span><!--[endif]-->Scary words like <b><i>cancer</i></b> have been replaced with <b><i>contained</i></b>…no spreading to other glands…Jesus, how you show us your love for us.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->3.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 3. </span><!--[endif]-->A robin on the fence which brought a smile because in North Dakota Robin Red Breast meant that spring wasn’t far away. It reminded me of so many things from North Dakota.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->4.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 4.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; font-size: 100%; ">Sun…a week spent in Phoenix and Tucson with the sun blazing…not hot…just shining.</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; font-size: 100%; "> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in; font-size: 100%; ">Oh, how I love the Son that shines in my life every day.</span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->5.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 5. </span><!--[endif]-->Mentor words of encouragement.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->6.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 6. </span><!--[endif]-->Guidance for papers written and assignments completed.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->7.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 7. </span><!--[endif]-->Friends who surrounded me with love and support. Friends who understand when only a word needs to be spoken. God-given friends who call and sit and serve and eat and pray with us. What perfect gifts from God.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->8.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 8. </span><!--[endif]-->Young mothers who are struggling to find balance. And me…struggling to find balance in my life. God is so good; He can direct and get me started on the path that He wants me on.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->9.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 9. </span><!--[endif]-->Mountains capped with snow rising majestically in the distance, yet it seems some days they seem that they are close enough to reach out and touch.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->10.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 10. </span><!--[endif]-->A new life with new expectations and new experiences. A new beginning for a relationship. As each day is Saturday for Steve and me in his “retirement” we are enjoying the things that we have wanted to do.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->11.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 11. </span><!--[endif]-->Future…though we don’t know what our future holds, He allows us to look forward toward events and days and weeks and anticipate the joy that is ours to behold.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->12.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 12. </span><!--[endif]-->Awakenings…God has awakened me several times in the middle of the night this week to sit at His feet and worship Him and for that I praise Him. </p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->13.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 13. </span><!--[endif]-->Quiet…How I love to experience the quiet. I seek to find a holy and quiet place and I find it in our home.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->14.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 14. </span><!--[endif]-->For noisy coffee shops where the din of the conversation blends into an ebbing hum.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->15.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 15. </span><!--[endif]-->Prayer…for 1 hour of prayer that slipped by in seemingly seconds. For that holy time of worship and praise for the things that He does in our lives. For the holy ground that we can set our foot on when we come before the throne of His grace.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->16.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 16. </span><!--[endif]-->For sweet pictures of children. My children. My children’s children. What an amazing love escapes each time I see a picture or hear a story. My heart soars and explodes at the thought of these precious gifts.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-indent: -0.25in; "><!--[if !supportLists]-->17.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; "> 17. </span><!--[endif]-->For precious times with women of God. Listening to what God is doing in their lives. Looking back over our time together and seeing His hand in each of our lives. We are strong when we are weakest. We are bold when we allow others to see our fears. We are because Christ IS!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">You see, I have not been lost in wondering what gifts I have received from Him. I just haven’t shared them here. Could I list more? Oh, yes! My eyes and my heart search to see His footprint, His face, His grace, and His presence in each day. I quiet myself so that I might hear the still small voice of God speaking to me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">So, this morning I was reminded Commitment…to make a statement and then to have the intentionality to follow through with that commitment. And that, my friends is the beginning of a walk in discipline. Will I write every day? I don’t know. Will I see God in every aspect of my day? It is my prayer. I praise Him that when you seek with all of your heart, soul and mind that you will find Him. When you desire what He desires, He gives you the desires of your heart. When you seek to submit and follow…praise God…He is the greatest leader.</p>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-42393892773737546232012-01-21T13:10:00.001-08:002012-03-05T13:48:32.972-08:00Just a pep talk for me...you may listen in!<div style="text-align: center;">Re read this and thought that I should post it...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6PWEgd_6n22I43vg96Vw5VPPycW9Pl7FqxNi8G5GPLT4Jb97HQfgJziyytioI3mJxF4PQCpHxHsD-eahApaVh2zcucVk6dJX7qG5C-Ln1Wg0QwbrXqKboUpLB-zhvJRJ9FmZadcIi6OB-/s1600/Sisters+and+BAckman%2527s+reception+005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6PWEgd_6n22I43vg96Vw5VPPycW9Pl7FqxNi8G5GPLT4Jb97HQfgJziyytioI3mJxF4PQCpHxHsD-eahApaVh2zcucVk6dJX7qG5C-Ln1Wg0QwbrXqKboUpLB-zhvJRJ9FmZadcIi6OB-/s320/Sisters+and+BAckman%2527s+reception+005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700196597778246146" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "><span>COME TO ME, and rest in My loving Presence. You know that this day will bring difficulties, and you are trying to think your way through those trials. <b>As you anticipate what is ahead of you, you forget that I am with you—now and always. Rehearsing your troubles results in experiencing them many times, whereas you are meant to go through them only when they actually occur. Do not multiply your suffering in this way!</b> Instead, come to Me, and relax in My Peace. I will strengthen you and prepare you for this day, transforming your fear into confident trust. “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” MATTHEW 11 : 28 – 30 “No one will be able to stand up against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you. . . . Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.”</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "> </div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "><span>Young, Sarah (2004-10-12). Jesus Calling: Seeking Peace in His Presence (p. 17). Thomas Nelson.</span></div><br />How I praise Him for His words of wisdom that come in so many different ways. The day that Steve was going into surgery a dear friend sent this email to me. I was rehearsing all of the things that could go wrong. What a wonderful reminder that we don't have to rehearse our what if's! No one wants to go through the trials over and over but I for one do! I "what if" the situation and jump right to the dire consequences...then, after the Rehearsing isn't needed because the event is past, I begin to nurse the event..."what if I would have..." begins...</div><div><br /></div><div>I have to keep reminding myself that God has a plan. His path may not be seen by me but He sees the whole picture...and He also knows the destination He is taking me. What I really hate about myself is that when I have passed one event with the glorious answer of Jesus and His faithfulness. I rejoice in what He has done in my life...and then I see the next curve in the road and start rehearsing the what ifs.</div><div><br /></div><div>God is faithful. He has done amazing things in my life to date. I look back at some of the miracles that He has produced in my life and the life He has given Steve and me; I know that whatever curve, what ever event, or whatever life throws us...He is faithful and He is watching out for my good. </div><div><br /></div><div>Father, thank you that I cannot see the future to be even more anxious. Thank you for what you have done in my life. Thank you for all of the encouragement that you have given me. Thank you for the gift of your Son and His provisions. In your precious name....AMEN<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbJ97UT4M1s8OIbwzsW5cZZdt10y8wGZDRhNIxAoapgY9_Y4Fv5rgQmgtiMBmYzsoq2u-TImwJkBrQz8R2Hslnt15FuHnHpxFeXOFcChbyJ7QSjbWV-9lTYZ4y29ypWYagjyTO_OnzLQ2/s1600/Sisters+and+BAckman%2527s+reception+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbJ97UT4M1s8OIbwzsW5cZZdt10y8wGZDRhNIxAoapgY9_Y4Fv5rgQmgtiMBmYzsoq2u-TImwJkBrQz8R2Hslnt15FuHnHpxFeXOFcChbyJ7QSjbWV-9lTYZ4y29ypWYagjyTO_OnzLQ2/s320/Sisters+and+BAckman%2527s+reception+003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700196587351538882" /></a><br /></div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-83268100154944416052012-01-14T21:53:00.000-08:002012-01-15T13:19:06.705-08:00If you want to really be alert to seeing Jesus' divine, beauty....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZP565lJyKgR03yduxnva7PfSLIxYTP7cTI5S2uI3GNfDHJVVuRfGgE9vEygrrYYorOfcFVER5E27ICBy6fQmYwipx8IR2RCXy74GENIpsDyvdA1faXOzT6_BUgC0B06XEBzXZce0OMS8J/s1600/winter+pics+005.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZP565lJyKgR03yduxnva7PfSLIxYTP7cTI5S2uI3GNfDHJVVuRfGgE9vEygrrYYorOfcFVER5E27ICBy6fQmYwipx8IR2RCXy74GENIpsDyvdA1faXOzT6_BUgC0B06XEBzXZce0OMS8J/s320/winter+pics+005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697969298298654642" /></a>Yesterday, I was reading <i>One Thousand Gifts, </i> and the author talked about a difficult event in her life that caused her to pause and wonder...in these tense situations, who shows in her? Does she become someone that she doesn't want to be...or does she step back and let Jesus shine through her? In that moment she recognized the hand of God in her life and the choice she had to make. She said it way better than I could:<div><br /><div><span>"You would be very ashamed if you knew what the experiences you call setbacks, upheavals, pointless disturbances, and tedious annoyances really are. You would realize that your complaints about them are nothing more nor less than blasphemies--though that never occurs to you. <b>nothing happens to you except by the will of God, and yet [God's] beloved children curse it because they do not know it for what it is."</b></span></div></div><div><span><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b>Nothing happens to you except by the will of God! </b><b>Nothing happens to you except by the will of God! </b><b><span>Nothing</span> happens to you except by the will of God!</b> [the 4 times isn't for your benefit, it is for mine.]</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>You see this week has been a time when I have questioned the setbacks and upheavals in our life. I saw an event that was to change our lives as emotionally challenging and I began to dwell in my self-pity and my woe is me attitude. When I read these words, it was as if Jesus jerked me to attention. He had questions for me:</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span>Do I not know what is best for you?</span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Do you question my will?</span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Do you think this deviates from my plan for you?</span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Your plan is NOT my plan and it is my plan that you tell me you want?</span></div><div><span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Did you think this was a surprise to ME?</span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Do you trust me?</span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Draw close to me and I will whisper in your ear that it's okay. I will rock you on my lap and shush you as I would a child. I will calm your fears and dry your tears because I love you. Trust me to know what is best.</span></div><div><span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlUe0FaUNKf7CUDIYQTgL7VPaiIT-9ImLlXk0Xtic4FPsy4S7-qGHzSugrOfUP5J3clzFDX7-WWnzrqkeZI8NvN1q4JzBGVOiMgP8lHwbdeN0uj4qTc4fKEWB-Z9jtmtgJN8zvYO1-RhKh/s1600/winter+pics+023.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlUe0FaUNKf7CUDIYQTgL7VPaiIT-9ImLlXk0Xtic4FPsy4S7-qGHzSugrOfUP5J3clzFDX7-WWnzrqkeZI8NvN1q4JzBGVOiMgP8lHwbdeN0uj4qTc4fKEWB-Z9jtmtgJN8zvYO1-RhKh/s320/winter+pics+023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697968872506549666" /></a><br /></span></div><div>I do want what is best for me and I do want His will for my life. His plan is a plan to prosper me and not harm me. His plan includes those around me. He has plans for them. He loves them and knows them far more intimately than I do. But this week, I did need to climb upon His lap, allow Him to shush me and quiet my spirit, and most of all, I needed to realize that nothing He does is a surprise to HIM!</div><div><br /></div><div>I have begun this year with the prayer to allow me to see Him...to see His hand in my life.... John Piper said, "If you want to be really alert to seeing Jesus' divine beauty, his glory...then make sure you tune your senses to see his grace." This week I needed to be reminded of His grace. He is patient with me and and I needed to tune my senses to be one with Him and experience His grace.</div><div><br /></div><div>Our lives will be different. There is a finality to this event yet there is also great joy in knowing that His plan will continue. His will will be done. He has something else around the corner...and this corner...one would call it a blind corner...especially with finite eyes. That is why, I want to trust the one with infinite vision who sees around this corner and the next and the next and the next....praise His holy name. </div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-1874757010287392722012-01-13T01:37:00.000-08:002012-01-13T02:17:51.320-08:00Your ways, O Lord...<div style="text-align: center;"><span >Seek the Lord while he may be found;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >call on him while he is near....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >"For my thoughts are not your thoughts,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >neither are your ways my ways,"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >declares the Lord.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >"As the heavens are higher than the earth, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >so are my ways higher than your ways </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >and my thoughts than your thoughts."....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >the mounts and the hills will burst into song before you,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >~Isaiah 55: 6, 8, 9, and 12</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ktU6b9lwuLlm-8w1v2ipQPJnYgD6Zz4TdHOjOArAaE40RKXe69VxybdmaK-9buLC8nUSgrQ-AJhpRUe6MgMq1n_Ylsi8p_EuSgZDhXpabETuHTo_nZru3MwxWnmdqWSwKW8O10jDD_mv/s1600/DSCF2641.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ktU6b9lwuLlm-8w1v2ipQPJnYgD6Zz4TdHOjOArAaE40RKXe69VxybdmaK-9buLC8nUSgrQ-AJhpRUe6MgMq1n_Ylsi8p_EuSgZDhXpabETuHTo_nZru3MwxWnmdqWSwKW8O10jDD_mv/s320/DSCF2641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697052249577226578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This morning I walked out of our house and was hit with the magnitude of His creation.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mount Baker was there in her all of her white snow-capped splendor. I couldn't help but stop and praise Him. He knows our path, created this earth for our enjoyment and reminds us of His presence.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That's how my day began...praising Him for His magnitude and worshiping Him in awe and wonder. But, then as the day wore on, things happened and my eyes were taken off of Him.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tonight as Steve held me in his arms and assured me that our lives are in the hands of Him who loves us, sent His son to die so that we might have life. As we prayed together, and I dried my tears on the sleeves of my pajamas, I tried, unsuccessfully, to go to sleep.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sleep escaped me and then I was reminded of:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKUm1j3V03DCVO6XJupr2KMyhlZ8GMjfji0IXLqiqcvBHsXronZ47118xiS98r5WaUByhTRdzsL2adFopeBFZ3X8dW7qFNQMKo2AWbb8xP_DZzOxRd-9lDdUMY4DbZUGUP7AH6WXLyv9w_/s1600/Pumpkin+patch+with+fam+bonding+053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKUm1j3V03DCVO6XJupr2KMyhlZ8GMjfji0IXLqiqcvBHsXronZ47118xiS98r5WaUByhTRdzsL2adFopeBFZ3X8dW7qFNQMKo2AWbb8xP_DZzOxRd-9lDdUMY4DbZUGUP7AH6WXLyv9w_/s320/Pumpkin+patch+with+fam+bonding+053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697052240931693730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My two little Omaha monkeys and their request that they made to Jesus...twin sisters for their family. I smiled and rejoiced because of their developing love of God and their faith in Jesus to answer their prayer! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My little munchkin in Fargo who "ran" away from her mom this morning. When Emma walks...she toddles. When she runs, she puts her hands straight out behind her and...toddles. The speed doesn't change except in her head. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I began to count all of the blessings that He has given me and I praise His name. As I was trying to go to sleep, this song came to me:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; margin-top: 2ex; margin-right: 1em; margin-bottom: 2ex; margin-left: 1em; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;</span></div><span ><div style="text-align: center;">There is no shadow of turning with Thee;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not;</div><div style="text-align: center;">As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be.</div></span><p></p><p class="chorus" style="text-align: center;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; margin-top: 2ex; margin-right: 1em; margin-bottom: 2ex; margin-left: 1em; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "><span >Refrain</span></p><p class="chorus" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-style: italic; margin-top: 2ex; margin-right: 1em; margin-bottom: 2ex; margin-left: 1em; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">Great is Thy faithfulness!</span></div><span ><div style="text-align: center;">Great is Thy faithfulness!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Morning by morning new mercies I see.</div><div style="text-align: center;">All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!</div></span><p></p><p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; margin-top: 2ex; margin-right: 1em; margin-bottom: 2ex; margin-left: 1em; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,</span></div><span ><div style="text-align: center;">Sun, moon and stars in their courses above</div><div style="text-align: center;">Join with all nature in manifold witness</div><div style="text-align: center;">To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.</div></span><p></p><p class="chorus" style="text-align: center;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; margin-top: 2ex; margin-right: 1em; margin-bottom: 2ex; margin-left: 1em; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "><span >Refrain</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; margin-top: 2ex; margin-right: 1em; margin-bottom: 2ex; margin-left: 1em; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth</span></div><span ><div style="text-align: center;">Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!</div></span><p></p><p class="chorus" style="text-align: center;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; margin-top: 2ex; margin-right: 1em; margin-bottom: 2ex; margin-left: 1em; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "><span >Refrain</span></p><p class="chorus" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 2ex; margin-right: 1em; margin-bottom: 2ex; margin-left: 1em; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "><span >You see, that no matter what happens in my life, Great is His faithfulness to me. </span></p><p class="chorus" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 2ex; margin-right: 1em; margin-bottom: 2ex; margin-left: 1em; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "><span >Isaiah reminded me that His thoughts are not my thoughts. His ways are not my ways. His plan may not be my plan...whose plan do I want? His. </span></p><p class="chorus" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 2ex; margin-right: 1em; margin-bottom: 2ex; margin-left: 1em; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "><span >Lord, give me the desires of your heart. Draw me close and let me worship and praise you. Let the unexpected never overwhelm me and let me praise you for the blessings that you have given me...thank you for your faithfulness and the excitement of a new path...and following your plan...Amen</span></p></div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-68752116502032204512012-01-12T10:49:00.001-08:002012-01-12T12:01:29.614-08:00Light!!!!!!! I love light! Not so much dark....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNMHpqyiaMh3VTvffKkvLLz_l3kgBm8_CMt35syCFYXKR_QiHGWJX5gr-0Bp04cjKY1UsKnH5mZ1JfTxPZjaUaEIXn03zs3YyZnwPU_iLJcHl5zMRJ3qxIxDkySXtlW7tUVdrBc_DoI1n9/s1600/Andy+and+Jane+Christmas+2011+023.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNMHpqyiaMh3VTvffKkvLLz_l3kgBm8_CMt35syCFYXKR_QiHGWJX5gr-0Bp04cjKY1UsKnH5mZ1JfTxPZjaUaEIXn03zs3YyZnwPU_iLJcHl5zMRJ3qxIxDkySXtlW7tUVdrBc_DoI1n9/s400/Andy+and+Jane+Christmas+2011+023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696821718485123970" /></a><div style="text-align: right;">As a child, I remember being afraid of, the dark. I would go to bed and if there wasn't a light on, I remember crying and not going to sleep until my mom or dad put a light on. As I got older and was able to choose which light was on and I made sure it was on each night. My first 2 apartments after graduation, I lived alone and at night, I slept with the light on somewhere in my apartment. Even now, motels need night lights. When Steve is at the hospital next week, I will have lights on in the house...all night. It is just the way I am. I don't like being in the dark...I need to have light.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"> A couple of days ago, I rolled over in bed at the crack of early...and said, "oh, it is getting lighter!" as I saw a pale light peaking through the blinds. I was basking in the thought that, indeed, the days were going to get longer! I was rejoicing in the gift of light. Then Steve said, I think that is the light post across the street. SWOOOOOOOOOSH....that was the sound of cold water pouring over my spirit!!! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> It started me thinking about the gift of light. I remember the first time I realized that there was LIGHT before the sun/moon/stars in creation. It was shortly after I became a Christ-follower when our Bible study was studying Genesis and there it was:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>In the beginning...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>God saw that the light was good and separated the light from the darkness....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>And there was evening and there was morning--the first day.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); ">~ Genesis 1:1-5</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">So there was light that first day. Jesus' presence was the light that lit up the world...then over in verses 14-19, God creates the sun and the moon and assigns them their place in the day and the night. He filled the sky with stars and galaxies and the purpose of the lights in the night skies? To give light to the earth. God's night lights.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When Jesus came to earth, he came to be a light to men. (John 1:4) He goes on to promise in John 8:14</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>"I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Light casts out the out the darkness and Jesus cast the fear and those things that we face that seem overwhelming to us. Jesus' light can invade our space, light</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJLeFZW345xwSi_AXBS0XItiqthpqBQdXrqDUVYZ4smt8DMb1V5xo2Xytr7Vo6HlCdEi5vB0tEplKb_6uchsPd0aojQAX7gWOuwFrKQCAtnqW8lpFJLXqjpzXhcoERW5elIGPwB68hceV3/s1600/wedding+and+stuff+046.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJLeFZW345xwSi_AXBS0XItiqthpqBQdXrqDUVYZ4smt8DMb1V5xo2Xytr7Vo6HlCdEi5vB0tEplKb_6uchsPd0aojQAX7gWOuwFrKQCAtnqW8lpFJLXqjpzXhcoERW5elIGPwB68hceV3/s400/wedding+and+stuff+046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696820202988466514" /></a> up a dark place, give us light to keep us walking on the right path, and His reminder of His faithfulness to light our world can be found in those very first verses of Genesis...He created the lights in the sky to give light to the earth. Next time you look into that vast dark sky and see the twinkling of the lights that God placed at creation, remember, He placed them to light up the earth. What a perfect gift! For today in the Pacific Northwest the sun is shining and it is bright and I am filled with His presence.<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Knowing this...realizing the peace there is in these lights...will this change my fear of the dark and the desire to have a light on? No, it hasn't but what has changed over the years...I know who holds my future and who will give me the light I need. I know of His faithfulness and His great love. And what is so exciting...He know that I need to have a light on in the darkness, and HE is crazy about me anyway!!!</div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-54312262164686578682012-01-09T21:46:00.000-08:002012-01-09T23:40:30.104-08:00Focused and intentional!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl9-OPmEwUqynp_7fC3XQ0bwJTxNxX5FxQkxQeMId32xTNwTnYCTlKJuANnJL5T1GOAEJM_1E4B8LE8xOZtPEJSbmtMbOPe9K84KdlN6QM74rBlxDA61QTlIAJs17vY4G0wslFa5ANXH_J/s1600/DSCF2627.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl9-OPmEwUqynp_7fC3XQ0bwJTxNxX5FxQkxQeMId32xTNwTnYCTlKJuANnJL5T1GOAEJM_1E4B8LE8xOZtPEJSbmtMbOPe9K84KdlN6QM74rBlxDA61QTlIAJs17vY4G0wslFa5ANXH_J/s400/DSCF2627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695876221989353170" /></a><div style="text-align: right;">Focused and intentional. This is the discussion that ensued on Saturday morning as our small group got together. It was exciting to discuss how we are able to experience God's hand in our lives. From timely emails to the beginning steps to an end to pain. God is in our lives every minute of the day but this is the year to be focused on Him. </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i> Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;">For our group, we are the cloud of witnesses to one another. We spur one another on and challenge one another to stay focused. But each one of us has a cloud of witnesses. People who challenge us. People who watch us. Those who have come before us, those dear saints of the church. The cloud of witnesses is endless. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>let us throw off everything that hinders us and the sin that so easily entangles,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); ">and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">I did my first 10K this past fall and the race was marked out for us. We knew the starting line and we knew the finish line. We went through areas of Omaha that Jon, Betsy's husband, informed me a person should normally not go in the dark of night. But it was marked. We were safe. The route was covered with security. It was also marked with clothes as runners grew warm and dropped their extra layers of clothing that hindered running their best.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As I thought about that, I realized that when I keep my eyes on the finish line, I can go through "places" that I would rather not go through but with the light of Christ and the goal in sight, I can successfully finish the race. I need to intentionally look at the things that hold me back and strip off the layers of sin keeping me from focusing on what He has for me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span >who for the joy set before him, endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God</span></i>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Fix...keep your eye on the finish line...keep our eyes on Jesus...He has already gone through all of the places that we are moving through... Intentionally focus on Him. Intentionally focus on His presence and activity in our lives. That's what this is all about. He give us a reason for intentionally focus on Him...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>Consider Him who endured such opposition from sinful men,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i><b>so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>~Hebrews 12:1-3</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Growing weary and losing heart is at epidemic proportions right now. I, for one, want to intentionally focus on Him so that He will allow me to go through this life rested and encouraged.</div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-67337578089053477642012-01-07T07:27:00.000-08:002012-01-07T07:55:57.176-08:00New Life....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCSqq2a0S_NgPfYU7ZxNvXZ3K3JF6Edt9WibYasfE2-MK-QHOf47O8cfd33PiF-vQKOwCmcPxXrqAF3jCo09KYUHQeiEgth5BbdpddHNJSdlbzqX2yO7w4b6q66w7xnt0uUaaQBCQEmge/s1600/Flowers+and+such+001.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCSqq2a0S_NgPfYU7ZxNvXZ3K3JF6Edt9WibYasfE2-MK-QHOf47O8cfd33PiF-vQKOwCmcPxXrqAF3jCo09KYUHQeiEgth5BbdpddHNJSdlbzqX2yO7w4b6q66w7xnt0uUaaQBCQEmge/s320/Flowers+and+such+001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694912978886996018"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><font color="#330033">Look! Can you see? </font></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#003300"><i>Sometimes I think that God says that to me.</i></font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#003300"><i>I look at a situation and I see the mess and the mess that I am making of it.</i></font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#003300"><i>When He says:</i></font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><font color="#330033">Look! Can you see? </font></i> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><font color="#003300">I don't see anything.</font></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><font color="#003300">I see the dead spirit that needs to be awakened. I see the weeds of my life that need to be excavated from my life.</font></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#003300"><i>I see the sin and depravity...</i></font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#003300"><i>He sees the new life that He is creating in me at unexpected times and in unexpected places.</i></font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#003300"><i><br /></i></font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#003300"><i><br /></i></font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6WjkaPlyvmkUabw_-T_4jkgVWw-VoR9_DiXJNzhe00vEocwONskAUbCMoKdZE0lcbPVJ2SYXyMeqnQkh9Z8vyZXo3zGE833exg6xxooc3yfz0RnF00NCt999aTJe9tL_ntSNTdfQ-vvpu/s320/Flowers+and+such+002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694912828766257570"></div><i style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: left;"><i><font color="#330033">Look! Can you see? </font></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><font color="#006600">Can you see the small little shoots of...I am not the gardener...daffodils? crocus? grape Hyacinth? In March, in Washington, this is not a significant sight. In April the blossoms will burst forth in a rainbow of color.</font></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><font color="#006600"><br /></font></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><font color="#006600">In January...on January 5th, this is an unusual sight. </font></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><font color="#006600"><br /></font></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><font color="#006600">God uses these times, in January, in the middle of the storm, in the darkest of nights to say to me:</font></div><div style="text-align: left;"><font color="#006600"><br /></font></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="text-align: center; "><font color="#330033">Look! Can you see? </font></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="text-align: center; "><font color="#006600">For the creator of the universe, the Great I AM sees beyond the weeds of despair, hopelessness, and darkness to see the bulbs of faith that He has placed in my life. He sees the potential in me. He sees the potential of new growth in Him in that dark situation I am in. He sees the potential of the day before me.</font></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="text-align: center; "><font color="#006600"><br /></font></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#330033">Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope:</font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#330033">Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed</font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#330033">for his compassions never fail,</font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#330033">They are new every morning: </font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#330033">great is your faithfulness,</font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#330033">I say to myself, "The Lord is my portion; </font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#330033">therefore I will wait for him."</font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#330033">The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, </font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#330033">to the one who seeks him; </font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#330033">it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.</font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#330033">~Lamentations 3:21 -26</font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font color="#330033"><br /></font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><font color="#330033">Look! Can you see? </font></i> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><font color="#006600">I need to look carefully and respond,</font></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><font color="#006600">Yes, Jesus, I can see your faithfulness.</font></i></div></i>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-24345887842402761162012-01-04T16:16:00.000-08:002012-01-07T17:24:57.314-08:00Teddy Bear Revolt<div style="text-align: center;"><span>T'was 10 days after Christmas and all through the house</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>The decorations gathered dust, undecorate a must!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>So with rag, swiffer, Pledge, and the upright vacuum</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>I raced through the house and cleaned all room by room,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>All was going so well</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>I thought I was swell</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>When I came to the bears and gathered them so.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>They all gathered nicely, on the couch they did go.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>When what to my wondering ears did I behold</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>A group of 8 bears who had definitely grown bold.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>They clung to the couch and to my face they did roar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>It scared me so much, my pressure did soar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>They growled and the stressed</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>until I was quite depressed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>They had watched all the news </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>and knew the tactic to use.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>"We'll band together," the bears all said,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>"We'll 'occupy couch' till the last one is dead."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>"You only come out at Christmas," I explain,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>"Putting you back gives me great pain."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>So I played the song I knew would get them to move</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Teddy Bear Parade blared as they began to groove.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>They marched and they jumped over couch, table, and stump</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>and were squished in the box in literally a lump!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC06QTCDideqqdT2qzhc0BcL8wVGdZ5Njy60-Dnpmb7aUSeZyfIwY1iC2FG_PDJPa9BgEH1c75bvyI5BWHz_BaoyBfqnIoo6v6v4RpiueAF4JZbd-SmWj_XS-mpzo4dZJu2b19FW9DJEa7/s1600/bears+and+mts+011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC06QTCDideqqdT2qzhc0BcL8wVGdZ5Njy60-Dnpmb7aUSeZyfIwY1iC2FG_PDJPa9BgEH1c75bvyI5BWHz_BaoyBfqnIoo6v6v4RpiueAF4JZbd-SmWj_XS-mpzo4dZJu2b19FW9DJEa7/s400/bears+and+mts+011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694997485136357810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span>They're back in their boxes and happy at last</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>And I have skipped blogging for these days past.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>So, forgive me this time</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>and for this horrible rhyme,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>I am back and working on that mammoth type goal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Of blogging for 365...with the first of the holes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>May you seek to forgive me for this dastardly rhyme</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>I must close it now for I see it is time.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="clear:both; text-align:RIGHT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-89786823952458627232012-01-04T15:34:00.000-08:002012-01-05T09:10:22.287-08:00Still waters or rushing streams....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5JqcQCI1q955SvImzkw8pZDEKf38ld_M_MaKAr1QlxauJi6pd9pQyZ5maFBkMm_n-sz4xN8i2X-Vf3hHLQN6DJFwbv8nUC89G9rMwbH5wKJ3yz9L5jnw7VORPCHL1F5WypB4JXon-itb/s1600/DSCF2560.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5JqcQCI1q955SvImzkw8pZDEKf38ld_M_MaKAr1QlxauJi6pd9pQyZ5maFBkMm_n-sz4xN8i2X-Vf3hHLQN6DJFwbv8nUC89G9rMwbH5wKJ3yz9L5jnw7VORPCHL1F5WypB4JXon-itb/s320/DSCF2560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693929913270778290" /></a><br />In my life, it seems that there are times when I "live" beside still waters and then I think that maybe I need more adventure. Other times, the rapids roaring past me having me crying out for a calm and uneventful life.<div><br /></div><div>As a mentor mom for MOPS, I have the wonderful opportunity to hold babies. Cuddly little ones so that their moms can eat a complete breakfast with 2 hands...enjoy the company of other moms....and while they are enjoying their time without their baby...I get to hold and pray for them. I look at these moms and I remember what it was like to be in their shoes. It isn't easy. They are living beside the rushing stream. They long for a quiet night with their husband; I am sad because I have to take down the Pack 'n Play and the little kitchen that Emma played with this Christmas. They long for the adult conversation; I long to read, cuddle, and play with my grandchildren. We are in opposite stages in our lives, but we still have periods of calm and then trials come and the waters rise and swirl.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday, I had opportunity to pray with one of the moms. She told our table that she was facing the possibility of thyroid cancer. She is scared and her first thoughts flew to her children ages 2 and 4. She could say the words, that she knew she was in God's hands, but when she heard the word "cancer" she felt her stomach drop. I don't know what the outcome or the path this young mom will have to walk, but I do the God who loves her and will keep her and protect her. AND He loves her children way more than she does. It isn't easy to have faith. In fact, for me, it is very hard at times. I wish I could assure this mom that everything will be all right. I wish I could tell her that this is it...just a scare. The only assurance any of us can have is that when we will walk through the rushing waters in this life with Him, the waters will not over sweep over us.</div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">When you pass through the </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">waters</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">over </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.</span></span></div><span class="keywordresultextras" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div style="text-align: center; ">~<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+43:1-3&version=NIV" style="color: rgb(179, 113, 98); text-decoration: none; ">Isaiah 43:1-3</a> </div></span></div><div><br /></div><div>No matter what I face I know that He will keep me. It was all that I could encourage this young mom, and all that I can say to you. No matter what you are going through, He will be with us</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span ><br /></span></div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-37732995417302692872012-01-03T13:09:00.000-08:002012-01-03T14:07:52.666-08:00Anticipation...awareness....adoration<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMKKxmKbzgSaiuvJcNoWHebuK_lgvmMcvnJcpOaregL8AZbRnoMXng4R30H-X2fhDDBRQoNLghEzwATCkAPSzJ2unsdy-uCWZkQAi_djSOxIxfqhBBaUL8OuDDPxOi1bmPR2C5F0IBBQ7m/s1600/Spring+and+Easter+2011+073.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMKKxmKbzgSaiuvJcNoWHebuK_lgvmMcvnJcpOaregL8AZbRnoMXng4R30H-X2fhDDBRQoNLghEzwATCkAPSzJ2unsdy-uCWZkQAi_djSOxIxfqhBBaUL8OuDDPxOi1bmPR2C5F0IBBQ7m/s320/Spring+and+Easter+2011+073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693523419788525858"></a><div style="text-align: right;">Yesterday I was anticipating and excited to experience the gift that I would receive from God for that day. Much like one waits in anticipation for that first robin in the spring or the spring flowers...I knew that there would be a gift from the Lord that would overwhelm my soul.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">I waited. Mt. Baker was beautiful, shrouded in clouds in the morning. As we were driving, there was an amazing sky where the sun was streaming through the clouds that was beautiful. These were beautiful but I wanted to be overwhelmed.</div><div style="text-align: right;">Then I realized...Not every day will be a day that will be overwhelmed in His presence. There always will be days that His glory will be seen in the nature that He created but there will be not an overwhelming feeling that accompanies it.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What I did realize was that with that eager anticipation that I was searching for as one searches for the greatest treasure... my heart and my eyes were trained on His gifts. My heart was not far from Him. I was experiencing a focused continual awareness of Him. I wanted to see the evidence of His glory instead of realizing that God is whom God is. He is the I AM. He is creator of all the universe. He is the One True God. His words create...all nature and a new creation in the believer. He is the gift and the giver of the gift. My focus changed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then I thought about some of the things that He allowed me to do yesterday in His name. Countless faces came to mind throughout the day for whom I was able to pray. One friend from North Dakota messaged me on Facebook to tell me that she wanted prayer because of a possible cancer scare. I was able to respond with a prayer on Facebook. Another friend with a diagnosis of cancer has stayed planted in my mind as I pray for her. My husband who is going to go through surgery to remove the cancer in him is being bathed in prayer as well as those who love us and are praying for us.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIE7bZgOAtl4jcUcR2D2LqoTldz-HsNwRkxTuxysUyKIeRk06cRI9NwZZc6LDV791eo7riuLNl_o1H9lwnhj48Wvm-Q9YQONwR7Ffoigw03G1aemSnqoNDh6WHUdO0QSxdmJd4ZkHpdacX/s320/Spring+and+Easter+2011+154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693530028752951570" to="" be="" aware="" of="" his="" quiet="" other="" and="" there="" are="" he="" will="" scream="" out="" glory="" the="" larger="" than="" life="" god="" who="" is="" so="" large="" yet="" fits="" comfortably="" in="" hearts="" smallest="" child="" oldest="" boy="" do="" i="" love="" that="" my="" an="" overwhelming="" for="" loves="" knows="" holds="" whom="" div="" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " one=""> A<div style="text-align: left;"> daughter who is trying to get her baby to sleep in her own bed. Another daughter whose very life could be the whole emphasis of my prayer as she deals with youth who are billed as America's Throw Away Youth. In so many ways, God has allowed me to see Him in His love for those whom I love.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">You see, some days His presence will be felt and enjoyed and other times, it is the faith that we have in Him that allows us to cling to Him. It is faith that we have to realize He holds the strings to our lives and knows each word and each step before we make it. Some days, it is just being aware of whom He is. To respond in humble adoration to the God who loves and keeps us.</div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-82849691220492994082012-01-02T08:08:00.001-08:002012-01-02T08:33:02.764-08:00Gift of Contentment<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjESZLeqkiWJK3N_Bos54N0Ndrl8a6pWlQ9VMplzRYi4bRQkH-6CGwXXko0EdQr1DHQ-aY9koeU6SHvPp3UMjsTe4j-Q59gfHyPQITcOykeb5eC7swRTNfe0_p1FiinrbXSiYVSeWoJMUGF/s1600/P1070143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 303px; height: 229px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693067812272769074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjESZLeqkiWJK3N_Bos54N0Ndrl8a6pWlQ9VMplzRYi4bRQkH-6CGwXXko0EdQr1DHQ-aY9koeU6SHvPp3UMjsTe4j-Q59gfHyPQITcOykeb5eC7swRTNfe0_p1FiinrbXSiYVSeWoJMUGF/s200/P1070143.JPG" /></a><font color="#330033"><em>I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned <strong>to be content</strong> whatever the circumstances.</em></font><a href="/passage/?search=Philippians+4:10-12&version=NIV"></a> <font color="#cc33cc"> ~<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Philippians</span> 4:10</font></div><p><font color="#cc33cc"><font color="#000099">To be content...in today's world, we are taught not to be content. There is always the next best thing. You should never settle for second best. If you aren't winning, you are a loser...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">never mind</span> that you are trying ... you have to WIN at all costs. Having just come through the Christmas commercials, a good present for your someone special has to do with diamonds and a kiss or a specific song that sends the recipient running to the door to find a beautiful car with a bow in the driveway. Our culture is being taught to not be content.</font></font></p><p><font color="#cc33cc"><font color="#000099">As I was seeking the gift from God yesterday, I loved looking for how He would move me and I would feel His presence. I was touched by the rose that is struggling to open in our back yard. I noticed the confused butterfly bush sending out new leaves...I wanted to assure both of them that it is still very much winter and that they should just rest...</font></font></p><p><font color="#000099">Much like God, He made his presence known in a very surprising way. Steve and I were sitting in the family room yesterday afternoon. He was reading a book and I had my nook and was reading Ann <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Voskamp's</span> book when I was filled with an overwhelming flood of contentment. I looked at him and realized that I am content. Are there situations that I would love to change? yes! But His presence was so amazing...He wrapped His Spirit around us and we can praise Him that no matter what the situation we find ourselves in, we can be content for He is the source of our contentment. </font></p><p><font color="#000099">So my gift yesterday was God's contentment...Thank you Father for the gift of contentment. Remind me that when I have you...I have all I need. In your precious name, AMEN.</font><font color="#cc33cc"></font></p><font color="#cc33cc"></font><div> </div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-87598444162887500222012-01-01T12:20:00.000-08:002012-01-01T13:50:09.638-08:00Jesus Create in me a New heart...<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6XYzaTxY_UDcGMRW3XyvZqni5M-zw-95TrH6b6lO7wR59HUQgu9Z0i12fXfx88yoKSRiYNt9hQayruk-6z0_Zh75vH8A2V8gcUp2LYbuyzUc3G5L2NVs9idwxVbc5da9LmOMwZ-Uj4A6y/s1600/New+camera+1.1.12+008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692761418293338418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6XYzaTxY_UDcGMRW3XyvZqni5M-zw-95TrH6b6lO7wR59HUQgu9Z0i12fXfx88yoKSRiYNt9hQayruk-6z0_Zh75vH8A2V8gcUp2LYbuyzUc3G5L2NVs9idwxVbc5da9LmOMwZ-Uj4A6y/s320/New+camera+1.1.12+008.JPG" div="" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Create in me a new heart and renew a right spirit in me. The words of the Psalmist echo in my head...What will it take to create in me a new heart. It is the beginning of a new year and a time when New Year's Resolutions are made and broken in a day or week....I am not good at commitments. Other than my love for Jesus and my commitment to follow Him and the vows I took almost 38 years ago with my husband...I pretty much don't do major changes/challenges in my life. In dieting...that is usually all it takes...say the word and it is broken. Last year I decided to read the Bible through in one year....I am in May. Only 7 months behind.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">This statement is right beside our door. I realized that I tend to live from breath to breath. I want more. I want more out of my Christian life. I want to be aware more and more of His presence in my life. I have also been reading Ann <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Voskamp's</span> <em>One Thousand Gifts</em> (a must read if you have not read it) and that has challenged me. Ann was challenged to find 1,000 gifts that she gets from the Lord and write them down...I think that 1,000 may be a bigger challenge than I am up to. I want to see and witness the hand of God in my life every day of my life. I want Him to take my breath away. I want to be so aware of Him that I see Him every where. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I think that I am aware of Him in the big things and I think I recognize Him in some of the little things but I want to set out to set my eyes and my heart on Him. So in the next year, I will post daily breath-taking moments* that Jesus gives me. I may miss a day, I don't know who reads this or by whom will keep me accountable, but I will try to do this. Not for you, whomever you are, but because I want to see Jesus in me. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">*Disclaimer: they will be breath-taking moments for me...I would never <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">presume</span> that they will take your breath away...but maybe encourage you to be more aware.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://crafts.ucsd.edu/photos/weaving.jpg"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 297px; height: 284px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://crafts.ucsd.edu/photos/weaving.jpg" /></span></a></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Each and every day, Jesus gives us opportunities to spin a beautiful day. I have asked Him to take all of those opportunities and color them the way His eyes sees me.<br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Then with those colorful yarns. Some dark because the opportunities have been hard. Some like the sunshine because in a gray day He explodes and enters into the mundane. Some pastel because the paleness of the opportunity, if not carefully watched for could go unnoticed. I want to see all of the colors He gives me because then....</span></div><div align="right"><br /><br /><a href="http://www.talk2myshirt.com/blog/image-upload/DIY_images/e_textile_LED_weaving_detail.jpg"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 155px; height: 159px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.talk2myshirt.com/blog/image-upload/DIY_images/e_textile_LED_weaving_detail.jpg" /></span></a></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">He takes all of the threads through out the year and diligently weaves them to produce a work of art that is uniquely me in HIM.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> </span></div><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> </span></div><p align="left"><a href="http://theoldgiftshop.com/images/tapestries/bt2432.jpg"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 315px; height: 278px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://theoldgiftshop.com/images/tapestries/bt2432.jpg" /></span></a></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">What He makes of me is intricate. It is precious. This is what I want Him to do with me this year. </span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Create in me a heart that sees Him in the mundane and praise Him for the expected. I want to see things not from my perspective, but from His. I can hardly wait to see what He created in me by the end of the year......</span></p>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-64354604776623560822011-10-27T13:04:00.000-07:002011-10-27T15:12:15.225-07:00Reason #2 for going to ND...Emma's 1st Birthday<div><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 214px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668272645332989458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57ERkcfyaqK7BIk4mdATNChVjMi23nmf-UVIllxyvucgPvfe5yy64VCJOG9JCTP0ONeiuEGmiN14BgAMJl_C387DG4VVM6u5GBOlAmZnxr0_oJR31m72hFiyjILWcT5CZ9Jg8TdqNVYUf/s320/Betsy%2527s+pics+omaha%252C+birthday+of+Efish+315.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><font size="5"><font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">October 28, 2010</font></font></div><div align="center"><font size="5"><font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Emma Anah McCoy</font></font></div><div align="center"><font size="5"><font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">was born to</font></font></div><div align="center"><font size="5"><font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Andy and Jane McCoy</font></font></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="5">One year later, Papa, Nana, Jon, Betsy, Simon, and Mazie joined </font></div><div align="center"><font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="5">Andy and Jane to celebrate</font></div><div align="center"><font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="5">Emma's 1st Birthday</font></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">It was a few weeks early but we were all there to celebrate this little fish's birthday. So, Jane, Betsy and I filmed the eating of the cake...She began by just getting a finger into the frosting but it didn't take long for her to...well, they say a picture is worth a 1,000 words....</font></div><div align="center"><div align="left"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQGfO2ItfkyA-TdBaXF1loaimUUNidew7vzcIuzJDURDLLdOfbHPIUcrlELSuj9KXrD5PBByDak1IPEXt2Rjnyiy3oooWbJJzrpr57aR2g3QRGV9wVaqv4Ps6jNpiv2DbjSBNOE1HjtV-/s1600/Betsy%2527s+pics+omaha%252C+birthday+of+Efish+443.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 214px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668294960440032482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQGfO2ItfkyA-TdBaXF1loaimUUNidew7vzcIuzJDURDLLdOfbHPIUcrlELSuj9KXrD5PBByDak1IPEXt2Rjnyiy3oooWbJJzrpr57aR2g3QRGV9wVaqv4Ps6jNpiv2DbjSBNOE1HjtV-/s320/Betsy%2527s+pics+omaha%252C+birthday+of+Efish+443.jpg" /></a></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Man, I wish I would have known I could have this much fun, I would have started WAY earlier on this birthday thing...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /> </div><div><br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668294456767059810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTeaTONtctimf1G7rGDidaMlKf_triuLbbRkU0VnCY9HLslxHjQ75ayUBX_sXjIRr_IudX9OI195B3tELlx57x2fxtke5HbI-vob7bGdXsdunmjmOd3nR5OjJGhDqc0tVd9s04oJ3YvJQd/s320/Betsy%2527s+pics+omaha%252C+birthday+of+Efish+479.jpg" /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcx9lS_a-ZS8tTtDLhtye2m-OM9Czb2sjTzMXOydI8m2ZVr8BU9OFWC-YThjonSC12pnz59PzPpYEtL2toqDPOEPc3h7dulCPxZgiCEoM2WTVp5coyE1nldoO4TKoUZ7xCFiqJJb5bJAwQ/s1600/Betsy%2527s+pics+omaha%252C+birthday+of+Efish+580.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 214px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668293778889368562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcx9lS_a-ZS8tTtDLhtye2m-OM9Czb2sjTzMXOydI8m2ZVr8BU9OFWC-YThjonSC12pnz59PzPpYEtL2toqDPOEPc3h7dulCPxZgiCEoM2WTVp5coyE1nldoO4TKoUZ7xCFiqJJb5bJAwQ/s320/Betsy%2527s+pics+omaha%252C+birthday+of+Efish+580.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsb3YkuDrMpk-cLG6ohKvgc0jWSimXZTyPQDXJNhODB77yuVsXCFb7VT0YLGeVTz3EFLKM7RzrVqSvfyrdvFEOf3lqBxyeimcZH7OpBGEvhAOkCc17wtlRBk9UVnvXKts6cXzCY5aypu1/s1600/Betsy%2527s+pics+omaha%252C+birthday+of+Efish+582.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668293473731166498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsb3YkuDrMpk-cLG6ohKvgc0jWSimXZTyPQDXJNhODB77yuVsXCFb7VT0YLGeVTz3EFLKM7RzrVqSvfyrdvFEOf3lqBxyeimcZH7OpBGEvhAOkCc17wtlRBk9UVnvXKts6cXzCY5aypu1/s320/Betsy%2527s+pics+omaha%252C+birthday+of+Efish+582.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><font color="#ff0000">It was such an exciting time...and thankfully, we were staying in a hotel where they have..."housekeeping!"</font></div><div><font color="#ff0000"></font> </div><div><font color="#ff0000">After the cake, Emma enjoyed swimming with her cousins. Pizza party to follow and then it was off to home with Andy and Jane.</font></div><div><font color="#ff0000">This was another event that we are so thankful we didn't miss. What fun to have our whole family there. God has blessed us with so many blessings...a wonderful family is just one of His many blessings.....</font></div></div></div></div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-75674913303169711382011-10-21T19:40:00.000-07:002011-10-27T13:04:40.777-07:00Saturday and Sunday in Bismarck<div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw_fot7S5VErRhd0TlFzDV8Vyxg1zUpCwEyOYsTu-VXlouhl2INMXij6_Bf4LoJC30J-aNlSGmZFRPqTKkDR8a6XQoF3dOWI6LQp0wshDNtHBaXk-NZolIWq9nfHdphTzvTXgzRsjJpW_U/s1600/2011-10-03+Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+20111.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw_fot7S5VErRhd0TlFzDV8Vyxg1zUpCwEyOYsTu-VXlouhl2INMXij6_Bf4LoJC30J-aNlSGmZFRPqTKkDR8a6XQoF3dOWI6LQp0wshDNtHBaXk-NZolIWq9nfHdphTzvTXgzRsjJpW_U/s400/2011-10-03+Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+20111.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;">The rest of Saturday was spent with other friends. I went to see a very special student of my and it was really a quick hello. Then Emma and I went to another tea. This one was a tea for ladies that I had worked with. It was fun to see everyone. </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;">The blue house in the middle was the house where we lived. I had planned on going to the house because the people who live there are relatives of some friends. </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;">Friday night, we drove through the flood inhabited areas. The water mark shows how far the water went on the trees and the picture of the porch is one of our dear friends from Bismarck. We spent HOURS in this house when we lived in Bismarck.</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;">As we drove around, Candice and I wondered what we would do. For some, their homes were ruined. Other, had damage but if it is fixed up, would that mean that another flood could come again? After driving by home after home, we decided that we would sit down and cry.</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;">It was the next week that the pastor talked about our worth. Where is our worth? Is it in the things that we own, or is it in what God has given us...peace, love, strength, or any number of His attributes. Things are replaceable, whereas relationships last. The only relationship in my life that could help me through a mess like this was is the love of Jesus Christ.</div><div style="text-align: center; clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="background: 0% 50%; padding: 0px; border: 0px currentColor; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div></div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-89413742815885307102011-10-21T19:30:00.000-07:002011-10-27T13:04:40.786-07:00Bismarck social life for the Fish and Nana<div><div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYp9mvgvCEBFFSutdb_TTDHdknxA7e3oHfCUU9x5us-sP4dApI9U2bShZkGg2XwifHhiQnXveoG3NWPsUl5co8sWmDHkWtSLvktyuxP-l-6ij0hmUxvRuAja8gj-A5fl71BjIUbEP4cLd8/s1600/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+163.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYp9mvgvCEBFFSutdb_TTDHdknxA7e3oHfCUU9x5us-sP4dApI9U2bShZkGg2XwifHhiQnXveoG3NWPsUl5co8sWmDHkWtSLvktyuxP-l-6ij0hmUxvRuAja8gj-A5fl71BjIUbEP4cLd8/s320/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+163.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">One of the things that I thought when I went to Bismarck with my little fish* was that there are so many grandparents who can do this anytime. I cried several times when I thought of the privlege I had to take Emma to Bismarck for the weekend.</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">Many of the ladies got together on Saturday morning. I had been Bible study with most of the ladies and it was so good to see them all. </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_ujp-Bbm1RG7zJSGpWQp9DJ55X6GBQuIVwBTlM-HPmZWGZYv7k8zBQu680L4QWml-s_3eaxSe4SrBezbD8JbwnlEESsmCw5uNSu1Wf5_33PxQmZUyGPSSVAMP9MvXNCD-4bllfAlKExV/s1600/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+164.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_ujp-Bbm1RG7zJSGpWQp9DJ55X6GBQuIVwBTlM-HPmZWGZYv7k8zBQu680L4QWml-s_3eaxSe4SrBezbD8JbwnlEESsmCw5uNSu1Wf5_33PxQmZUyGPSSVAMP9MvXNCD-4bllfAlKExV/s320/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+164.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">Emma was a real hit at the party and much like her personality, thought that she really shouldn't shut her eyes because she might just miss something.<br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7e45ayryMr68hu9h_NEUbB5t7adzX5KEi_Uf3i5-JXbQ9BOB_1JMMgWf0emU1iEiQJ2cN2pAolAXUN_PwjWtZ8mxvOTVHMq3SZcu3ik-a3INhyi2CYDqXSGeDgrz1lWB555lynV7XPIcO/s1600/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+165.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7e45ayryMr68hu9h_NEUbB5t7adzX5KEi_Uf3i5-JXbQ9BOB_1JMMgWf0emU1iEiQJ2cN2pAolAXUN_PwjWtZ8mxvOTVHMq3SZcu3ik-a3INhyi2CYDqXSGeDgrz1lWB555lynV7XPIcO/s320/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+165.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br />There was quite a crew there and for many of them it had been between 4-7 years since I had seen them! </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMbFdZ-HqUbU1xbWhycijMDnLcW6jrnzj01EhXQoflLfxHfffzdzxX3AslQ368GyISMKIDXmV7dLQGXOHw6sK7fH9oHLPSGWvBcBZY97Xzk05nqYr6b3f6xSVySkFa1tsnB1qXjvPSvTX/s1600/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+167.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMbFdZ-HqUbU1xbWhycijMDnLcW6jrnzj01EhXQoflLfxHfffzdzxX3AslQ368GyISMKIDXmV7dLQGXOHw6sK7fH9oHLPSGWvBcBZY97Xzk05nqYr6b3f6xSVySkFa1tsnB1qXjvPSvTX/s320/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+167.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">In that amount of time, so many things had happened to this small group of ladies. But no matter what had happened or will happen, this group solidly stands on their faith.<br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK9q7rbWhwDxZXP02RiUZoVjvU7wPhUZZNsasPAUgT7QP7aWV4_1UujWPmv-L6-C-1GxCiiIzSUa7HV7yxsML5o2xpI0Ssih7grOOzFbIBjWk1J4DJVFAHZj9-QW08V2bVLAf_KghgVAxH/s1600/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+169.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK9q7rbWhwDxZXP02RiUZoVjvU7wPhUZZNsasPAUgT7QP7aWV4_1UujWPmv-L6-C-1GxCiiIzSUa7HV7yxsML5o2xpI0Ssih7grOOzFbIBjWk1J4DJVFAHZj9-QW08V2bVLAf_KghgVAxH/s320/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+169.JPG" /></a> </div><div><br /><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIytrVglYfk9TB7BVHoS0_x9H_eKk32pAtDsr9Nrz0l7NFeKaX058ZKCcthwEUhba8-2ZX6lYOAJW2E-HNvsjID1GBRCaAmKrZyI5Pi5qyKdEKy_JapHpPmtWKwUgOr_j67Z5sgIp5W7HY/s1600/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+170.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIytrVglYfk9TB7BVHoS0_x9H_eKk32pAtDsr9Nrz0l7NFeKaX058ZKCcthwEUhba8-2ZX6lYOAJW2E-HNvsjID1GBRCaAmKrZyI5Pi5qyKdEKy_JapHpPmtWKwUgOr_j67Z5sgIp5W7HY/s320/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+170.JPG" /></a><br />Emma found Emmy Rose, a bear that lives at Kris' house. It was funny because little Emma was shy and very attached to me. That made my heart sing.<br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZGKry7xzCnFFmkHbHcH-LTzOVJzOtL6nw1FRE7YHxn7Thqa8sg6rEgffZUaQ4T-M4sl5Ud2YrUnmnevFgkZL7YNeP2DqwSaMC0EnVLv8pwi2Rj4wN1VAp6tppW4PaD5KkDKL1_BfCo03/s1600/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+172.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZGKry7xzCnFFmkHbHcH-LTzOVJzOtL6nw1FRE7YHxn7Thqa8sg6rEgffZUaQ4T-M4sl5Ud2YrUnmnevFgkZL7YNeP2DqwSaMC0EnVLv8pwi2Rj4wN1VAp6tppW4PaD5KkDKL1_BfCo03/s320/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+172.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">It really was a fun time for all of us. Thank you so much for a very fun time with friends.<br /><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9QUibvfMH10mPGN1AD9ymxZMAlbAL3tlkQD6YZ3QfoCYhRcTeyBtbA8orlarDnEhZOFHFTv2Uv6OrVLSczhbllt65neOFTTPmayuvOzS25kVJBS64bxqFBqz49UVNXxR6I0xgmmiWGAq0/s1600/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+173.JPG"></a> </div><div><br /><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPr4Oc8LqlGR6dRGgO0hcqRxBVQxKdX8CeVlCZiuqujCiFYC4nXvivmzTxK1gi0IFola_mOkqF4Gu7n4ELK13BP1rpYR7LjZzn061u9dOC1jiYg86YpCvVYkOZfNBeVCqQL9pQGGdn2yLi/s1600/2011-10-03+Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011.jpg"></a> </div><div style="text-align: center; clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="background: 0% 50%; padding: 0px; border: 0px currentColor; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div></div></div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-48160977886320956222011-10-18T03:50:00.000-07:002011-10-18T04:28:25.427-07:00The quiet words of a child....<div><p style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHB7WV7lg4PsWYVO1cZ-tVBBwuMOIOP299x7Z2MBo51yp7NBuhPFOC1tgcMqMqJxsf3JNBYIbtdd26eV2xymhQiAQI53UFm6MDPUiLlL1tD8oLEqfOgrPKUYXqZ9_6LSgdxRt6FtbdUQQ/s1600/Pumpkin+patch+with+fam+bonding+072.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHB7WV7lg4PsWYVO1cZ-tVBBwuMOIOP299x7Z2MBo51yp7NBuhPFOC1tgcMqMqJxsf3JNBYIbtdd26eV2xymhQiAQI53UFm6MDPUiLlL1tD8oLEqfOgrPKUYXqZ9_6LSgdxRt6FtbdUQQ/s400/Pumpkin+patch+with+fam+bonding+072.JPG" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center"> Do you see this child's face? He is an amazing little boy who can teach his Nana so many things. We can build with Legos. He has taken me to "puzzle school" because in his mind, it is just a matter of teaching that will allow me to put a puzzle together. He just doesn't get it that I can't even see the pattern. He has shown me forgiveness. He has given me love. He is considerate, patient, and the neatest little boy a Nana can have.</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">Now...is he this way all the time? No, he is a little boy.</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">Yesterday, he retaught me the power of prayer when life is spinning out of control.</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">There is one thing that I hate. When I am not in control of a situation. It seems that I am also a bit directionally challenged (my son-in-law would label this another way!) Yesterday, I had a very easy task...to help out Betsy and Jon. Take the truck, meet the bus, help the kids with their room, pick up supper, and come to the hospital...which is 6 minutes away from Boys Town. </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">Take the truck....check...</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">Help the kids with their room...I thought it would be fun to try a Mary Poppins/Boxcar children method of cleaning...turned out I am neither...Mary nor any of the Boxcar children...worked on their room, not fabulously successful...</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">Pick up supper...well, I added pick up flowers and that was easy, go to the grocery store and then on to 158th street (or 152, it was an exit) to pick up the food: Enter problem 1: couldn't find the grocery store...HyVee...it must have moved because I have been there a ton of times with Betsy. Oh, I decided to go on the search for Baker's Grocery Store. Yah, didn't find it. Drove...drove...looked...looked...drove...drove...you get the picture...life and control began to spin.</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">It was right about now, I realized my phone wasn't working. I took the battery out...a very Blackberry thing to do...3 times...and couldn't reboot. Only 45 minutes, we were in a reasonable time frame to get to the hospital....BAKERS in the distance...Burger King close...Q'doba...right there. Went to Q'doba first...I am getting ready to pay and Mazie shouts...NANA I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM...took care of that...went back to the cash register and the man said, "hope your night goes better" Better? I had found the flowers, and was on the way with a great meal that Jon would love...better... HMMMMMM what did I look like at THAT point.</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">Battery out of phone....4 more times....Jane called, couldn't hear her...I could HEAR that I was getting texts but nothing else.</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">Now...flowers, food, backpacks for homework in hand...set out for the hospital. Remember...6 minutes away! Went East on Dodge. Took one route...wrong...reboot phone, retrace "steps", reboot phone, wrong route again, reboot phone, 1 hour 30 minutes out...NO PHONE...Betsy and Jon must be worried...SPINNING SPINNING SPINNING...Control GONE! Resorted to my normal response...began to cry...Mazie wanted to see my face to see if I was really crying...Reboot phone....retrace drive...bad section of town...going right toward downtown Omaha...crying!!!</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">So, at this point, I am OUT of CONTROL because I wasn't IN control..it is 2 hours and 15 minutes out and I was no where near getting to the hospital, my phone...I had decided was gone...Then I saw it...a VERIZON store. I stopped, got the kids out for the 4th time, still crying but trying to resemble a normal person (I don't look that normal when I have been crying for 45+ minutes) and ran into the store. The young man there was going to LET me sign in. I looked at him and burst into tears and said, "I am not from here, I am trying to get to the hospital to let these kids see their mom, their parents must be frantic and I need to call this number (the screen was now frozen on Jon's number)! He started to take the back off the back to which I may have yelled..."I have done that I have to use your phone and call that number. Don't take the battery out.....Do you have a cell phone? Call that number [punching the number on the face of the frozen screen.]</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">He called. I talked to Jon. In 15 minutes we were at the hospital (and it only too 2.5 hours to go the 6 minute route)</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">Now while all this drama was going on. Right before the Verizon store. I heard very quiet words coming from the back seat. I realized that this precious little boy was praying. I didn't catch all of the words because this was a prayer, not for his Nana's ears but for his Father's ears. He asked that I would be calm. He asked that I would find the hospital. He asked that God would give me help. It wasn't just a quick little prayer...it was a heart-felt cry out to the God whom he knew would hear and answer. When the quiet words stopped, there was a pause...and he quietly told his out of control Nana that he had prayed for me.</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">It should have been what I did. I am the adult. I know the power of prayer. I had placed my trust in things. I had placed my faith in technology.</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">Simon, my dear sweet grandson placed his trust where I should have...in the hands of the One who had control. When children speak, they sometimes speak the words of God. I love this little boy so much.</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" align="center">Oh, and if he read this...what he would see is that I called him a little boy. He would correct me and say, "Nana, I am not little." And he is right...his faith was way bigger than mine.</div><div style="text-align: center; clear: both;"><img style="background: 0% 50%; padding: 0px; border: 0px currentColor; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></div></div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8488964016098594186.post-50459720068943164772011-10-17T11:54:00.000-07:002011-10-17T12:19:15.450-07:00Bismarck or Bust....<div align="center">One of the things that Jane had asked before I came was if I would ever stay with Emma while she and Andy went camping...3 days before their 3 year anniversary.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Let see...how much thought did that take?</div><div align="center">Um...SECONDS!!</div><div align="center">Of course I would love to stay with Emma. But wait...I wouldn't have to take care of Emma in her house so I called a couple of friends in Bismarck and told them I was coming with Emma for a visit, planned some coffees, and a place to stay and...then I asked Jane.... </div><div> </div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDEHOJLGBIl0untaOnZvRQQNJOgF5MrPJfDcFdq-TzYoPTF5absmi4Y0i2X9Hru8sZvJqSa1msOmEDPZ1GDkjhhZr3rJSp8-z9Gwmloj94m5mypLJDGvQY_ogJI9YxehgWVG3Ds1l_tMds/s1600/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+115.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664539968535663266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDEHOJLGBIl0untaOnZvRQQNJOgF5MrPJfDcFdq-TzYoPTF5absmi4Y0i2X9Hru8sZvJqSa1msOmEDPZ1GDkjhhZr3rJSp8-z9Gwmloj94m5mypLJDGvQY_ogJI9YxehgWVG3Ds1l_tMds/s320/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+115.JPG" /></a>Car all loaded...we were ready to go...<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJH917s0x-kLH_wdHjx5T_H32040LoGM2eB1YR6s6ex-NwUSzDwAVSrFcG5IGnn4cbuGereThV8ejcjtmuMBc-_dagycZQAvfT7G9OtQEC1UdvxrIy2QwPoyqmLDWhNzYa49EvRmlazWgM/s1600/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+116.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664539954125658658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJH917s0x-kLH_wdHjx5T_H32040LoGM2eB1YR6s6ex-NwUSzDwAVSrFcG5IGnn4cbuGereThV8ejcjtmuMBc-_dagycZQAvfT7G9OtQEC1UdvxrIy2QwPoyqmLDWhNzYa49EvRmlazWgM/s320/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+116.JPG" /></a>Pick up Emma at her day care...it was spirit day and she had her cheer leading outfit on...<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZuNYfNgytykukkIGxZgiBvEy-jdmCgkjz25BQSZzYhmdR4YjC7qb39qj_9pnaqEFZw0hvLLu0ji0z9gJ8dO8fQGa4o9GIsYteVAGg5bonHXnX4qmV4pFxsx8w01nxEbd8hMcGLsQdrBT3/s1600/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+160.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664539949355189842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZuNYfNgytykukkIGxZgiBvEy-jdmCgkjz25BQSZzYhmdR4YjC7qb39qj_9pnaqEFZw0hvLLu0ji0z9gJ8dO8fQGa4o9GIsYteVAGg5bonHXnX4qmV4pFxsx8w01nxEbd8hMcGLsQdrBT3/s320/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+160.JPG" /></a>We got to Bismarck and Emma found all kinds of toys to play with....<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMRqFJjQBYDbmrBd9fG3029WwDDiawLaiyRR1QB4FWnkfiMZntLMHs4RspJZAaF7NrixksfT2MrGIELm_8CEStS0vowoM-gjn8YAh2QECInLZXFCyEqy5p_2nyk571vE6XcbAIWP8J_8A/s1600/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+186.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664539944944228194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMRqFJjQBYDbmrBd9fG3029WwDDiawLaiyRR1QB4FWnkfiMZntLMHs4RspJZAaF7NrixksfT2MrGIELm_8CEStS0vowoM-gjn8YAh2QECInLZXFCyEqy5p_2nyk571vE6XcbAIWP8J_8A/s320/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+186.JPG" /></a>She loved Grammie Candice and that Kelly guy!!! We had a great time...<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQJD66nAv5YQpjDB-r48EkOgC04U4reQfzvV5MShARFztTSOG85HE6m0eXzh4nT2VaJ8WVgIVTnl5XZBAewtmTDdxmj8QJO_pnAih6qaGeI5-F6UaB4yXtYd3pMcWFAeoDd0qxhXbp2Na/s1600/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+193.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664539917224625138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQJD66nAv5YQpjDB-r48EkOgC04U4reQfzvV5MShARFztTSOG85HE6m0eXzh4nT2VaJ8WVgIVTnl5XZBAewtmTDdxmj8QJO_pnAih6qaGeI5-F6UaB4yXtYd3pMcWFAeoDd0qxhXbp2Na/s320/Fargo%252C+Bismarck+fall+2011+193.JPG" /></a>But the homecoming...oh, Mom and Dad....we had a great time...but really, I was gone for 3 days...did you miss me as much as I missed you?????????<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Nana's Noteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02300965654849585477noreply@blogger.com1