<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569</id><updated>2011-11-22T23:18:50.337-05:00</updated><category term='Quote from Audrey Hepburn'/><category term='Mackenzie Martin I Thank You'/><category term='All I can do is laugh'/><category term='Autism Awareness'/><category term='For all  who are hurting'/><category term='25th Anniversary'/><category term='Praise Report'/><category term='Just for fun'/><category term='Just another day at work.'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Sometimes I think funny things'/><category term='I Am Saved'/><category term='Out of Curiosity'/><category term='His Words'/><category term='I loved that show'/><category term='May 23 2009'/><category term='Reggie and Lizzie'/><category term='Introducing My Family'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Jesus Loves the Little Children'/><category term='This has been on my heart'/><category term='Reinhard Bonnke&apos;s Quote'/><category term='Junior High Retreat Countdown'/><category term='Shopping Christian Style'/><category term='God&apos;s Lullaby'/><category term='For My Mom'/><category term='Husbands say the strangest things'/><category term='Just Because'/><category term='So you are Rushed'/><category term='I Am... 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I Will Always Be...'/><category term='I will always be Grateful'/><category term='Playing on my heart'/><category term='Simplicity of Beauty'/><category term='1st week smoke free'/><category term='Music to His Ears'/><category term='Morning Has Broken'/><category term='Tracey Hannah'/><category term='Father Knows Best'/><category term='For Amy'/><category term='Countdown till kisses'/><category term='Good Friends'/><category term='100th post and worth the walk'/><category term='The joy of Labour'/><category term='Re:Prayer Request'/><category term='Christianity in Thailand'/><title type='text'>Mona's World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-3075259789097663232</id><published>2010-09-03T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T14:20:39.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE</title><content type='html'>Well it has certainly been a long while since I have written and yet I love to write.&lt;br /&gt;However for the past little while I have been pre-occupied and bound within my own thoughts,seraching to hear from God or better yet trying to hear even more than what I think I am hearing forgetting to just rest in Him.&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading books listening to the radio watching tv going to a conference,praying and having conversations with God daily.&lt;br /&gt;Notice the key words in that sentence was I HAVE&lt;br /&gt;Now not to say that what I have been doing is detrimental as I have learned many things, however I want and need more.&lt;br /&gt;I thirst daily and can't seem to quench the dryness that is in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I decided to go to corporate prayer wanting and needing a quiet place with others that understand the deep love of God and that would leave me alone in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;What I got was frustration with the noise&lt;br /&gt;What I got was a stronger desire to hear God with the condition He would shut everyone else up so I could hear Him.&lt;br /&gt;Ya not happening&lt;br /&gt;but still I was determined I was going to hear if it killed me.&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to worship but the focus was so much on me the desire for more became frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;However God works in amazing ways&lt;br /&gt;I heard from God even when I didn't think I was.&lt;br /&gt;Scriptures came popping into my head,so I looked them up and wrote them down. &lt;br /&gt;When all was said and done and no more came to mind and my frustration was growing MORE intense&lt;br /&gt;Barry spoke over me and said&lt;br /&gt;"Your nickname is Mo but I see other letters The Lord is telling me you are MORE&lt;br /&gt;More than what you think you are&lt;br /&gt;More than what others see you as&lt;br /&gt;More to me than what you know&lt;br /&gt;and you will be thirsting for more daily and the more you drink of Me the more you will want"&lt;br /&gt;He saw me dancing in a frilly white dress with the Lord I was a princess all sparkley and pretty.He began to laugh. Not quite sure if he was just filled with the spirit or if he was seeing what I was seeing &lt;br /&gt;Me in a white frilly dress.Too funny!&lt;br /&gt;No matter the main thing is I was dancing with the Lord and at that moment my heart was like the Grinch and grew so large in my chest I thought I was going to burst.&lt;br /&gt;It was then the Lord told me He was right hear with me talking to me but I had to hear Him with not my ears but my heart. He told me to re-read the scriptures I had written.&lt;br /&gt;The tears flowed as separately they were words and promises but together they were my thoughts and my story of late with His promise among them.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what He showed me our converstions have been in one long sentence.(separate scriptures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"You will joyfully draw water from springs of salvation". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;I said to myself,Go ahead,I will test you with pleasure and enjoy what is good."But it turned out to be futile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;STOP (your fighting) and know that I AM GOD exalted among the nations,exalted on earth.Consider ships,though very large and driven by fierce winds,they are guided by a very small rudder wherever the will of the pilot directs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Although I once had confidence in the flesh too&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;If anyone else thinks he has grounds for confidence in the flesh I have more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Not that I have already reached (the goal) or am already,fully mature but I make every effort to take hold of it because I also have been taken hold of by Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my lesson here was to Stop&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;Stop forcing&lt;br /&gt;Just Stop and rest&amp;nbsp;in Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think your prayers are never going to be answered and the frustration of trying to hear Him&amp;nbsp;is exhausting and the mind will not stop running the Lord is right there saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hello I am right here .... No not there..... STOP.... ok now look within.....You got it there I AM.....&amp;nbsp;now sit down get comfortable and just relax and&amp;nbsp;rest in Me...... Ok now what do you want to talk about today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to talk about More of you Lord and less of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/TIE5p9Cn-MI/AAAAAAAAA-E/DhemQAWV_k8/s1600/thumbnailCARF1RXH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/TIE5p9Cn-MI/AAAAAAAAA-E/DhemQAWV_k8/s320/thumbnailCARF1RXH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-3075259789097663232?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3075259789097663232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=3075259789097663232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3075259789097663232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3075259789097663232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2010_09_03_archive.html#3075259789097663232' title='MORE'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/TIE5p9Cn-MI/AAAAAAAAA-E/DhemQAWV_k8/s72-c/thumbnailCARF1RXH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-5915007691330468369</id><published>2010-06-03T14:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:50:18.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it Forward in Faith Regardless of Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/TAfwWznL4kI/AAAAAAAAA9c/AMEROly0YaE/s1600/In%2520Fear%2520and%2520Faith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/TAfwWznL4kI/AAAAAAAAA9c/AMEROly0YaE/s320/In%2520Fear%2520and%2520Faith.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some things I have been pondering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stepping out completely in faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obedience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and the dreaded fear that sometimes seems more powerful than faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't written in a while &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes it's a fear of not being elloquent enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but today I am moved and it really doesn't matter if this post is elloquent enough for the reader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is out of obedience with no fear and it's covered with many blessings to you the reader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So for some of us the fear of praying over someone outloud because of the lack of experience or the lack of really good Godly words to impress can be worrisome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't matter what it sounds like as long as it's from the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A prayer or a simple Blessing to someone can change ones life attitude or be an answere to their prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On our anniversary I went to pick up chinese food downtown and passed a woman sitting begging on the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have all seen her many times and she can be rather scary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her face scratched and cut from her obsessive behaviour,the knowledge that she has Hep C and the fact she never seems to make an effort to clean up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Regardless she is a child of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As I passed I cringed and a moment of fear condemnation and judgement came into my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;when returning to my car I was overcome with guilt that I was eating and she wasn't but kept walking anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As I opened the car door I was consumed with the Lord saying this is my child your sister and I began to tear up and ask for forgiveness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was fearful but for a moment and then stepped boldly out and went back to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She sheepishly looked up at me and low growl came from deep within and I bent down and prayed over her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was the look in her eyes distant but there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was Hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She smiled slightly and said these words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"God Bless you too and Thank you for being kind and generous to me not very many people are"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This has been going over and over in my head and yet I move on in my selfish ways of fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been struggling alot lately thanking God for this trial and telling Him I am looking forward to all that He is teaching me although not sure what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today it was confirmed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The simple act of Blessing someone just because you can and because He wants you to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I received a phone call but a moment ago from a man in our church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We know each other enough to say hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hear him many times during the service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;praising God outloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He called because I must have been on his heart for some reason and to tell me that I am a blessing and that I am loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He stepped out fearless and faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to bless me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am truly Blessed with my brothers obedience but also from our Fathers Patience Grace Mercy and most of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;His Love while teaching me with His gentle hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Be Fearless and Faithful in God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bless someone today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this simple act can truly change ones life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am living proof of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-5915007691330468369?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5915007691330468369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=5915007691330468369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5915007691330468369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5915007691330468369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2010_06_03_archive.html#5915007691330468369' title='Pay it Forward in Faith Regardless of Fear'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/TAfwWznL4kI/AAAAAAAAA9c/AMEROly0YaE/s72-c/In%2520Fear%2520and%2520Faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-3416941788285805339</id><published>2010-05-31T00:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:03:34.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just had to post this</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikCsrfpmfqc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikCsrfpmfqc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-3416941788285805339?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3416941788285805339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=3416941788285805339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3416941788285805339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3416941788285805339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2010_05_31_archive.html#3416941788285805339' title='Just had to post this'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-6441619096978176388</id><published>2010-03-14T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:02:07.201-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracey Hannah'/><title type='text'>Clinging to my Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S52amb6YEkI/AAAAAAAAA80/ckufhvz7m-8/s1600-h/2952423618_e752fe79d7%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S52amb6YEkI/AAAAAAAAA80/ckufhvz7m-8/s320/2952423618_e752fe79d7%5B1%5D.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This weekend I haven't been questioning my faith but holding on to it tightly.&lt;br /&gt;The recent events that have plague our community has gotten to me.&lt;br /&gt;Missing persons&lt;br /&gt;Murder 4 within the last month&lt;br /&gt;What is happening?&lt;br /&gt;The recent deaths of this past weekend have hit home.&lt;br /&gt;Tracey Hannah and her daughter Whitney,Shannon still in serious condition clinging to life.&lt;br /&gt;Tracey and I went to school together.&lt;br /&gt;Were we close friends No &lt;br /&gt;but our lives did cross paths.&lt;br /&gt;We were in the same classes together&lt;br /&gt;we went to the same parties in Highschool &lt;br /&gt;and her eldest daughter Jamie-Lynne and my youngest son Dave went to school together.&lt;br /&gt;Last month I saw her and we laughed and joked about all the bush parties we went to and how we were getting older and how we couldn't believe our kids have grown so much. We talked about makeup for Whitney for her grade 8 grad and finished with a we should get together for a coffee sometime.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have we said those words never to follow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I never knew Traceys Married name. My son said I knew her but I just couldn't place Tracey Hannah in my mind,It hit me Friday that could this be Tracey Urch.&lt;br /&gt;Nope couldn't be I was just talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;It was confirmed for me today when they posted her picture on the news.&lt;br /&gt;My heart sank even farther then it had prior to that moment of reality.&lt;br /&gt;Reality&lt;br /&gt;That is when clinging to my faith was the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have questions&lt;br /&gt;Typical ones like Why Lord&lt;br /&gt;or&amp;nbsp; Did you know this is how she would die when you created her?&lt;br /&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you"&lt;br /&gt;Does it include this?&lt;br /&gt;Did it include the young woman hiding in the closet?&lt;br /&gt;Praise God in the Highest for that!&lt;br /&gt;I am reflecting on the Friday this all happened and the conversation that took place in the staff room.&lt;br /&gt;One Christian believing in Capital punishment and becoming so intensely upset about this.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the non christian saying but what about his rights.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was me praying fervourishly in my head to say the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about justice will be served and that even the young man is Gods child.&lt;br /&gt;That God will discipline him beit life in jail but will also be patient for his repentance.&lt;br /&gt;Grace and Mercy&lt;br /&gt;Then I ended this with I say this now because stuff like this hasn't hit close to home.&lt;br /&gt;My flesh feels one way but my spirit feels another way and I needed to concentrate on my spirit not my flesh.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say &lt;br /&gt;WHAM this morning it hit close to home.&lt;br /&gt;So I am battling the anger (Not with God) of the flesh and clinging to the tiniest of mustard seed that God so lovingly placed in my heart so very long ago.&lt;br /&gt;This mustard seed will be my rock in days to come when the conversations get heated in this city.&lt;br /&gt;I emplore all of you to cling tightly to the slightest bit of faith when things get tough in our lives and God will bring us through it triumphantly.&lt;br /&gt;I know it and feel it and most of believe it that God will bring good out of all that has been happening in this city.&lt;br /&gt;I trust my Father and praise Him for giving me but a moment&amp;nbsp;to know&amp;nbsp;such a lovely young woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-6441619096978176388?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6441619096978176388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=6441619096978176388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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2011'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-1468665090053008353</id><published>2010-03-03T14:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:32:05.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Difficult Change Dying to Ourselves</title><content type='html'>In my last post Joyce spoke about change. This has been playing on my heart quite a bit lately.&lt;br /&gt;I am always praying that the people in my life would change their ways.&lt;br /&gt;Desiring them to pick up and get moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting them to stop wallowing in their situations using it as an excuse to stay where they are.Accepting secular counsel be it from a therapist or a doctor or even a friend as a be all end all answere.This is the way it is accept it,and try and live your life within your &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;"OWN&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; means.&lt;br /&gt;Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do not accept this.&lt;/b&gt; Do not let the world dictate what is or what is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in the only One who knows the plans He has for you.&lt;br /&gt;My guess is it's not sitting on your ass waiting for blessings to just be handed out to you because you Believe in Him.&lt;br /&gt;We must have complete faith in His healing from whatever is ailing us,beit laziness,sickness,pride,financial issues and the list can go on and on depending on our lives.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for us to Die.&lt;br /&gt;Die to ourselves our flesh and start living the life He has given us.&lt;br /&gt;We can do all things through Christ who strengthens us.&lt;br /&gt;Ok we can say that over and over again and believe it with all our hearts but are we living it.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Truth be known I love watching Joyce, I love taking the ISOM course and I love the lessons from our Pastors on Sunday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;My confession I am lazy when it comes to reading the word.I do but not daily or dilligently.&lt;br /&gt;Why because I have allowed others to do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am learning but how much more or closer to God will I become when I hear it from the source Himself.&lt;br /&gt;I have changed alot of my ways but this is one I tend to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed with His grace in this matter and I know He will never forsake me, but it's time for me to die to that one aspect in my life that is holding His plan back.&lt;br /&gt;After all he died for us. What a sacrifice of true love.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has really been showing me images of the hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Man cannot live by bread alone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh that must mean get out there and help the poor.&lt;br /&gt;Nope this was about me.&lt;br /&gt;God is the greatest! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;I am really hungry and yet I supress my hunger by holding on to the last piece of me that needs to die.Laziness Fear of what I could be in Him.&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 6: 6-11 was playing on my heart this morning not only for me but for others in this world.&lt;br /&gt;So today I choose to die to myself and walk with the utmost of faith and I believe it is then and only then His plan for me can be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Long Self it's been fun but........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpyKXcMYMS8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpyKXcMYMS8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-1468665090053008353?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1468665090053008353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=1468665090053008353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/1468665090053008353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/1468665090053008353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2010_03_03_archive.html#1468665090053008353' title='Most Difficult Change Dying to Ourselves'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-5965170434453912490</id><published>2010-03-02T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:15:11.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Felt the need to post this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S41GSOFvL7I/AAAAAAAAA8k/khLTM3gFuJc/s1600-h/6246fa99-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S41GSOFvL7I/AAAAAAAAA8k/khLTM3gFuJc/s400/6246fa99-6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Choosing to Change &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Joyce Meyer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How serious are you about wanting change in your life? A lot of us want our lives to change…but we’re not willing to do our part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want things to change in your life—and experience the fullness of the life Jesus died to give you—here are some things that you need to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spend Time with God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, examine your priorities and see what needs to change. You can’t think spending 45 minutes or an hour in church on Sunday mornings is all you need to live in victory. Since the devil is alive and well every day, then you need a daily walk with God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful thing is, there’s no formula. You can just be with Him. Pray, laugh, cry, talk or sit still and not open your mouth. It’s that easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stand Up on the Inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, you need to get serious about changing your life. Every one of us has an outer life and an inner life. Many of us want our outside circumstance to change while we stay depressed on the inside. But before you can get up on the outside, you have to get up on the inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have a circumstance in your life right now where you feel like you have no choice but to sit down. If that’s the case, tell yourself you’re going to stay enthusiastic, passionate, stirred up, excited, positive, and full of hope and faith on the inside. Make up your mind that you’re never going to quit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get Up and Clean Up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In John 5 there’s a story about a man who I believe represents a lot of people who refuse to change. &lt;br /&gt;During a Jewish feast in Jerusalem, Jesus visited the Bethesda pool where sick people gathered, hoping to get healed. One of the people waiting to get healed was a man who had been crippled for 38 years. When Jesus saw him, He asked if he wanted to be healed. &lt;br /&gt;To me, the man’s answer tells us why he hadn’t been healed in 38 years. He said, “I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred.” Bottom line, the man had avoided responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His second problem was that he blamed others. The man said, “While I am trying to get in, someone else goes down ahead of me.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did Jesus respond? Jesus didn’t feel sorry for him. Instead, Jesus said, rather sternly, “Get up! Pick up your mat and walk.” In other words, stop being lazy and get on with your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For change to occur in your life, it’s not only important that you stop being a prisoner of your circumstances. You also have to choose to become a prisoner of hope. This means being a person who cannot get away from hope. If you’ll do this, you’ll receive double of anything that’s taken away from you. That’s a promise from God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Give Up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a special day in my life when I realized I didn’t have to give up; I could have hope in the worst circumstances. Regardless of what the situation looks like, I believe that God can give me a breakthrough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want instantaneous breakthrough, but it’s going to take time. And you may go through long periods, even years, feeling like you haven’t made any progress at all, but you have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time change occurs daily in little increments that you don’t even notice. But if you’ll just look back after a year or two, you’ll realize that things in your life have changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what your circumstance or situation is, you can choose to change. You can choose to hope. You can choose to never give up. You can choose to experience the life Jesus died to give you. Now get up and go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-5965170434453912490?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5965170434453912490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=5965170434453912490&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5965170434453912490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5965170434453912490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2010_03_02_archive.html#5965170434453912490' title='Felt the need to post this'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S41GSOFvL7I/AAAAAAAAA8k/khLTM3gFuJc/s72-c/6246fa99-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-777808746919557439</id><published>2010-02-10T22:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:02:21.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Your Best Friend Can Do This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S3N9Jm0V8MI/AAAAAAAAA8c/-xkNXOVnFaI/s1600-h/!cid_97A86748F7FA4FA5B3EFBC6B8FA6924B%40EileenPC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S3N9Jm0V8MI/AAAAAAAAA8c/-xkNXOVnFaI/s400/!cid_97A86748F7FA4FA5B3EFBC6B8FA6924B%40EileenPC.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-777808746919557439?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/777808746919557439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=777808746919557439&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/777808746919557439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/777808746919557439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2010_02_10_archive.html#777808746919557439' title='Only Your Best Friend Can Do This'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S3N9Jm0V8MI/AAAAAAAAA8c/-xkNXOVnFaI/s72-c/!cid_97A86748F7FA4FA5B3EFBC6B8FA6924B%40EileenPC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-1089959670472487392</id><published>2010-02-01T23:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:17:23.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Am Saved'/><title type='text'>For I Know The Plans I Have For You</title><content type='html'>Tonight on my way home from my ISOM class at the church I started to reflect on my life growing up.&lt;br /&gt;I began to think about what a rebel I was against the church and it's doctrine.&lt;br /&gt;I would challenge anyone with statements like&lt;br /&gt;Proove it!&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;followed by statements like What a bunch of Hypocrits&lt;br /&gt;You see that's what I saw as a child.The religiosity,the legalism of man.&lt;br /&gt;I once saw a man kicked out of church because of what he was wearing (The 70's) I was 10 years old and refused to go back to church unless I was made to like Christmas or Easter and even then I grumbled and despised the men who were leading the service.&lt;br /&gt;I then began to think of the children of the church and began to pray that&amp;nbsp;we as&amp;nbsp;Junior High Leaders are instilling the love of God as your friend,mentor and Father.&lt;br /&gt;That Christainity is a relationship with God&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts then lead to the most simplest of prayers&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;br /&gt;and I began to sing and once again reflect on the moment I reached out and was Saved.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I asked Jesus to be a part of my life. I had the most icredible rush run through my body and was joyful beyond description,but what I didn't know then at age 23 was there was work to be done. I was Saved and my name was in The Book of Lambs and that was that,I could still lead the life I was leading.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Today and Tomorrow has come to my heart tonight and I am praising God for hearing my prayer from 5 years ago Help Save Me! I want You in my life,but most of all being patient and loving me for 19 years while I wandered, sort of believed and sinned alot until I was broken.&lt;br /&gt;That is when my cry for help was real and He knew it and only then did he pick me up dust me off and hug me so tight that I couldn't help but feel His presence.&lt;br /&gt;Oh we all know He was there all those years but stubborness and pride Feels No Love&lt;br /&gt;His timing is always perfect and for 19 years He waited patiently for one simple word&lt;br /&gt;HELP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Who knew this song would ever have a deeper meaning today in my life than when I was just tapping my toes to a&amp;nbsp;catchie little tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fNcShXs_CMM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/1089959670472487392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#1089959670472487392' title='For I Know The Plans I Have For You'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-6336403777463855406</id><published>2010-01-27T22:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:37:16.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's 6 Today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who's 6 today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Me Grandma,Myer"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S2EAnRnrJkI/AAAAAAAAA8M/SgjyjVcdPr8/s1600-h/P1270065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S2EAnRnrJkI/AAAAAAAAA8M/SgjyjVcdPr8/s400/P1270065.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have a cupcake Cake from Deweys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S2EAIqLi_7I/AAAAAAAAA78/0D-sVXagMEo/s1600-h/P1270069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S2EAIqLi_7I/AAAAAAAAA78/0D-sVXagMEo/s320/P1270069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like the chocolate ones the best Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S2D_6kDuKNI/AAAAAAAAA70/54bXzm04fHw/s320/P1270070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can sing Myley Cyrus Grandma Watch me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S2D_sxI20nI/AAAAAAAAA7s/6xjUCPcEUqs/s320/P1270071.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Uncle Dave gives the best Birthday hugs&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S2EAXecStSI/AAAAAAAAA8E/bSGI3VNW4oU/s1600-h/P1270068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S2EAXecStSI/AAAAAAAAA8E/bSGI3VNW4oU/s320/P1270068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I are so Blessed&lt;br /&gt;What a fun evening we had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-6336403777463855406?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6336403777463855406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=6336403777463855406&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/6336403777463855406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/6336403777463855406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2010_01_27_archive.html#6336403777463855406' title='Who&apos;s 6 Today?'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S2EAnRnrJkI/AAAAAAAAA8M/SgjyjVcdPr8/s72-c/P1270065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-7222755405365726441</id><published>2010-01-24T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:15:04.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well that was the question that was asked to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Christian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when Haiti was destroyed with the devasting earthquake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My answere was right there amongst the destruction holding on to His beloved children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the more I have been thinking about this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this&amp;nbsp;thought came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't mean in Haiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God is with us all the time wether we feel Him or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that is what I call a true friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but where are we as His friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do we give Him the the time and effort that he gives us 24/7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this a one sided relationship where one wants and takes then complains when things don't go the way we want it to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh sure we are thankful when we are blessed but are we thankful when we are not or when times are rough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever asked God how He was doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure that sounds quite flippant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but lets just think about this for but a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever had a friend that never seems to ask you how you are doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but always wants to share their joys or misery with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or better yet sucks the life out of you with their needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't misunderstand what I am saying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Worshipping our Father and praising Him is a delight to His heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but with the question posed to me I am reflecting more on what I am giving back as His child and friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps just asking God how His day was will reveal a deeper hearing of His voice within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and despite the disbelief and anger in this world towards you I want to give back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by asking what can I do for you,my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;hope that you have a had a wonderful and Blessed day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and am looking forward to introducing you,My Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to all those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talk to you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vP1-CvDJuk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/7222755405365726441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2010_01_24_archive.html#7222755405365726441' title='Where Is God?'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-5964081764671312954</id><published>2010-01-07T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:47:43.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Check 101 PT2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God has been showing me so much over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His love is never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving us His only Son ,so that we may live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean really try to put yourself in His shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This selfless loving amazing sacrifice just for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For us, the some times, self absorbed self righteous sinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does this not blow your mind when you really sit and contemplate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His grace and mercy never changes even if we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love that He didn't&amp;nbsp;force us to&amp;nbsp;love Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He gave us the free will to choose to Love Him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even for those who choose not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves them as equally as He loves those who do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never gives up on the lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God you're still You&lt;br /&gt;We are so Blessed to have such love in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UKjdkdRaj0A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UKjdkdRaj0A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-5964081764671312954?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5964081764671312954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=5964081764671312954&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5964081764671312954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5964081764671312954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2010_01_07_archive.html#5964081764671312954' title='Heart Check 101 PT2'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-1424091343386696444</id><published>2010-01-06T00:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:15:28.429-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing on my heart'/><title type='text'>Heart Check 101</title><content type='html'>I enjoy giving&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy receiving&lt;br /&gt;but what is more important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I give and don't receive and am dissapointed was I really giving out of love?&lt;br /&gt;Was there motive behind the kind gesture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we given our life over to Jesus because we are promised eternal life?&lt;br /&gt;Is that our only motivation for doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we do good works to receive a better or bigger piece of heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Is that our only motivation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be rewarded according to our works. Revelation 22:12&lt;br /&gt;Rewards will be based on our faithfulness to what God has called us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly man walks into a villiage&lt;br /&gt;There he discovers the whole villiage has gathered in it's center listening to a young man speak.&lt;br /&gt;This man was beautiful, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;The young man was telling the villiage that he had the most beautiful heart in the world.&lt;br /&gt;It was pink and pumping the brightest red blood throughout his perfect body,not a flaw to be found in it.&lt;br /&gt;As the elderly man&amp;nbsp;heard this he exclaimed&lt;br /&gt;" Young man I beg to differ I have the most beautiful heart"&lt;br /&gt;the crowd laughed at the old man,but the old man stood his ground.&lt;br /&gt;"Old man you are old and weary and out of breath, this shows the sign of an old&amp;nbsp; worn out heart"&lt;br /&gt;"Young man I will prove that I have the most beautiful of hearts"&lt;br /&gt;With that being said the old man took his shirt off and ripped open his chest exposing the heart that lie within.&lt;br /&gt;It was pink&amp;nbsp;in places,&amp;nbsp; and there were holes and chunks of different sizes filling those holes. The heart was mishaped and grotesque to look at.&lt;br /&gt;The crowd began to laugh&lt;br /&gt;The young man then took his shirt off and ripped his chest open and the crowd was&amp;nbsp;in awe&amp;nbsp;by the pinkest most flawless beautiful heart they have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;" Old man look at my heart can you see the difference between yours and mine?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes said the old man I can, but mine is still more beautiful than yours"&lt;br /&gt;"How is that replied the young man"&lt;br /&gt;"See these scars,these are scars of my past sins cut out by God and sewn up by His forgiveness, These holes are where I have given my love to others and they in turn did not give me theirs back,the mishaped chunks are pieces of anothers love that they have freely given.&lt;br /&gt;With that being said the old man grasped his heart and tore a chunk of pink flesh out and offered it to the young man.&lt;br /&gt;"May the love of God be with you"&lt;br /&gt;as the young man reached out&amp;nbsp;and received&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;this precious gift,he fell to his knees and looking up he reached into his chest and tore out a chunk and replied&lt;br /&gt;"and also with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story came to mind as I was pondering why we choose to follow God.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have we hurt God and yet He still gives us his heart unconditionally for the taking.&lt;br /&gt;Even if we reject His love He still pours it into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no motive behind His love&lt;br /&gt;He just loves&lt;br /&gt;How incredible is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we know this and yet we don't always give our love freely to family,friends,strangers?&lt;br /&gt;I desire change for this world&lt;br /&gt;How do I make an impact if only small?&lt;br /&gt;By checking my heart daily, if there is motive in all that I do or say to gain personally then I am choosing not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to just love and be obedient to Glorify God&lt;br /&gt;There is no motive behind that as I already have all that I need and want&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love from my Father&amp;nbsp;could there be a better&amp;nbsp;reward than that?&lt;br /&gt;I think not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-1424091343386696444?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1424091343386696444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=1424091343386696444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/1424091343386696444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/1424091343386696444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2010_01_06_archive.html#1424091343386696444' title='Heart Check 101'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-1445784029644309496</id><published>2010-01-03T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:11:09.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Day Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday Football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a time to relax and enjoy the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am banished to the front living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(asking questions during the game constitutes the penalty box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh Wait! That's hockey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was ousted out of "The Club"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can two people be considered a club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ohhhhh&amp;nbsp;I get it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Always did&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(wink wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's the simple pleasures in life that amuse me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So as usual I am free to make a few phone calls then have an afternoon snooze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and I&amp;nbsp;woke up to see this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently during half time the boys went for a walk in the field and it was too cold for one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Such a big boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and Steves big sucky baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy I'm cold and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Poor&amp;nbsp;Mr. Shivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;aka Reginald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S0Ey124iBUI/AAAAAAAAA7k/v_sWGxk44XI/s1600-h/P1030057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S0Ey124iBUI/AAAAAAAAA7k/v_sWGxk44XI/s400/P1030057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S0ExQJfJGpI/AAAAAAAAA68/eomZgeI9IFQ/s1600-h/P1030048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S0ExQJfJGpI/AAAAAAAAA68/eomZgeI9IFQ/s400/P1030048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S0Ex80CE9WI/AAAAAAAAA7M/aEUjJTnYIS0/s1600-h/P1030054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S0Ex80CE9WI/AAAAAAAAA7M/aEUjJTnYIS0/s400/P1030054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-1445784029644309496?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1445784029644309496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=1445784029644309496&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/1445784029644309496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/1445784029644309496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2010_01_03_archive.html#1445784029644309496' title='Dog Day Afternoon'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/S0Ey124iBUI/AAAAAAAAA7k/v_sWGxk44XI/s72-c/P1030057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-4602586854055177629</id><published>2009-12-31T13:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:24:58.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AVATAR  Last Movie Review for 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night my son and I went to see Avatar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This morning we are still talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This movie is the most visually stunning movie I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The colours are so vibrant, at one point I actually thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God if the colours are like this in Heaven take me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for the 3D effect I was actually tempted to reach out and touch the little white fluffies that were landing on my nose and arms. You will see them in the video clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;James Cameron out did himself and I predict he will clean up at the Oscars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The story line was predictable but did not dissapoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I did find interesting though was,the subliminal&amp;nbsp;message of the white man ousting the native man from his home for his own self righteousness and greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With that being said,perhaps this was my own thought corelation between the two and yet I some how doubt deep down that I am wrong. I believe there was a message Cameron chose to subliminally remind our hearts of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We all agreed upon leaving that the self&amp;nbsp; righteousness of man is the self destruction of what could be a peaceful harmony between cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The spirituality of the blue people is truly reflective in and of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The main theme is indicative to what we should all aspire to completely understand in our hearts and minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The unity of man&amp;nbsp;despite the differences through &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ONE"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;beating&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watch the video and then play it again and close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some very powerful words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've posted the lyrics below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/igjSxrCXsMo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/igjSxrCXsMo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through a dream&lt;br /&gt;I see you &lt;br /&gt;My light in darkness breathing hope of new life &lt;br /&gt;Now I live through you and you through me &lt;br /&gt;Enchanted &lt;br /&gt;I pray in my heart that this dream never ends &lt;br /&gt;I see me through your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Living through life flying high &lt;br /&gt;Your life shines the way into paradise &lt;br /&gt;So I offer my life as a sacrifice &lt;br /&gt;I live through your love &lt;br /&gt;You teach me how to see &lt;br /&gt;All that’s beautiful &lt;br /&gt;My senses touch your word I never pictured &lt;br /&gt;Now I give my hope to you &lt;br /&gt;I surrender &lt;br /&gt;I pray in my heart that this world never ends &lt;br /&gt;I see me through your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Living through life flying high &lt;br /&gt;Your love shines the way into paradise &lt;br /&gt;So I offer my life &lt;br /&gt;I offer my love, for you &lt;br /&gt;When my heart was never open &lt;br /&gt;(and my spirit never free) &lt;br /&gt;To the world that you have shown me &lt;br /&gt;But my eyes could not division &lt;br /&gt;All the colors of love and of life ever more &lt;br /&gt;Evermore&lt;br /&gt;(I see me through your eyes) &lt;br /&gt;I see me through your eyes &lt;br /&gt;(Living through life flying high) &lt;br /&gt;Flying high &lt;br /&gt;Your love shines the way into paradise &lt;br /&gt;So I offer my life as a sacrifice &lt;br /&gt;And live through your love &lt;br /&gt;And live through your life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you &lt;br /&gt;I see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-4602586854055177629?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4602586854055177629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=4602586854055177629&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/4602586854055177629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/4602586854055177629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_12_31_archive.html#4602586854055177629' title='AVATAR  Last Movie Review for 2009'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-8367555581024923049</id><published>2009-12-25T23:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:58:37.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas The Night of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Twas The night of Christmas and all through my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;not a creature was stirring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzWOAK08A7I/AAAAAAAAA58/RBMiL7Oaml0/s1600-h/PC250033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzWOAK08A7I/AAAAAAAAA58/RBMiL7Oaml0/s320/PC250033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not even my spouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzWNqEioByI/AAAAAAAAA50/eZtXKcfyX0s/s1600-h/PC250029_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzWNqEioByI/AAAAAAAAA50/eZtXKcfyX0s/s320/PC250029_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Football was on TV I can not relate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;so off to the kitchen to wash my new plates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzWOTRT_obI/AAAAAAAAA6E/EjTBPXIBdiw/s1600-h/PC250037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzWOTRT_obI/AAAAAAAAA6E/EjTBPXIBdiw/s320/PC250037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A quiet evening I look to enjoy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then who should appear but my youngest of boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzWPAqb-IUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/uorkl92Q9NU/s1600-h/PC250030_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzWPAqb-IUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/uorkl92Q9NU/s320/PC250030_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A Friend by his side a beer in their hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;upstairs they did go clanking their cans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The quiet resumes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;then suddenly a clatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I roll my eyes and go see what's the matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The gift bags are ripped by are silly old cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;who decided to lie down for her long winter nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzWOhP14okI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Az-BJnNG2rU/s1600-h/PC260038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzWOhP14okI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Az-BJnNG2rU/s320/PC260038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp; in my jammies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;been in them all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzWPP_xy9oI/AAAAAAAAA6c/AEV4Z7OkUvw/s1600-h/PC250027_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzWPP_xy9oI/AAAAAAAAA6c/AEV4Z7OkUvw/s320/PC250027_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm ready for bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;but first I must pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Father &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am thankful for today it brings such&amp;nbsp;delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and to all a Good Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=8367555581024923049&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/8367555581024923049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/8367555581024923049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_12_25_archive.html#8367555581024923049' title='Twas The Night of Christmas'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzWOAK08A7I/AAAAAAAAA58/RBMiL7Oaml0/s72-c/PC250033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-4643212061829943913</id><published>2009-12-25T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:06:54.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve Dinner..... Yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daughters Baking.........Divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching your Grandchildren's faces as they&amp;nbsp;open Presents...........Exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting them wound up......Our Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gathered around listening to your grandaughter read The Night before Christmas...Tearful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching my Daughter and Husband Trying to get them to bed.......Funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Families gift to us......Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzQ__3svLeI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ychITFmbUPA/s1600-h/PC240016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzGA38KJ8eI/AAAAAAAAA5E/f603jsBAXx0/s1600-h/!cid_CB772AE121254CD49F55B6B74253B156%40clements.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzGA38KJ8eI/AAAAAAAAA5E/f603jsBAXx0/s640/!cid_CB772AE121254CD49F55B6B74253B156%40clements.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-3140634496274708538?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3140634496274708538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=3140634496274708538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3140634496274708538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3140634496274708538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_12_22_archive.html#3140634496274708538' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SzGA38KJ8eI/AAAAAAAAA5E/f603jsBAXx0/s72-c/!cid_CB772AE121254CD49F55B6B74253B156%40clements.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-8754805684371541789</id><published>2009-12-19T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:15:35.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Blogging Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sy2Vlbq6fYI/AAAAAAAAA48/bAfYPZBgPKc/s1600-h/Christmas_hugs_polar_bear%5B1%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sy2Vlbq6fYI/AAAAAAAAA48/bAfYPZBgPKc/s640/Christmas_hugs_polar_bear%5B1%5D.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Abundant Blessings for 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love you all very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-8754805684371541789?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8754805684371541789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=8754805684371541789&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/8754805684371541789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/8754805684371541789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_12_19_archive.html#8754805684371541789' title='For My Blogging Buddies'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sy2Vlbq6fYI/AAAAAAAAA48/bAfYPZBgPKc/s72-c/Christmas_hugs_polar_bear%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-272510866146864986</id><published>2009-12-16T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:34:50.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tis the season we think of family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning I was thinking about my mom and&amp;nbsp; dad and how much&amp;nbsp;I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss&amp;nbsp;mom constantly singing&amp;nbsp; the Hallelujah Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with my father following her lead and in a low deep voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;singing King of Kings and Lord of Lords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my favourite piece of music as I have heard it since I was just a little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart began to sink knowing&amp;nbsp;mom never knew here on earth that she had a 3rd great grandchild and&amp;nbsp; my father knowing but&amp;nbsp;never being able to meet him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;knowing I won't be tasting&amp;nbsp;moms mince meat pies this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;laughing over Christmas dinner as we wore the silly paper crowns and over tea afterwards, putting together the little toys from the Christmas crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but as always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God prevails when a heart is in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he does it (with me) with Great Humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after a good cry and talk with God I went to the computer intending to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;such lovely thankful heart wrenching words about my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a tribute of sorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and an email popped up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mother was an absolutely witty funny creative woman and my father, well his humour very dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was her wingman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God really knows how to&amp;nbsp;turn my Sorrow into Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J O Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes I am doing the actions&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What an amazing King of Kings and Lord of Lords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GSk8h1oG8nY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GSk8h1oG8nY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-272510866146864986?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/272510866146864986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=272510866146864986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/272510866146864986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/272510866146864986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_12_16_archive.html#272510866146864986' title='Bitter Sweet Moment'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-5958163530802066567</id><published>2009-12-14T23:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:23:58.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had A Charlie Brown Moment Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a Charlie Brown moment today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my inner voice&amp;nbsp;came out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not loudly but enough for someone to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hustle and the bustle can create impatience and the occasional angry outburst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eg. "What do you mean you don't have anymore of this or that it's Christmas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Humph stomp out of the store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was thinking Hello Christmas is less than 2 weeks away and it's not like you didn't know it was coming for the past year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but what came out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't there anyone who knows what Chrsitmas is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now the person that heard came over and said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"And Lo an Angel of the Lord came upon them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I immediately knew the line and where it came from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we giggled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and all was well with the world once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKk9rv2hUfA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKk9rv2hUfA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-5958163530802066567?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-7194508319478435823</id><published>2009-12-10T13:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:30:43.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Those Are Christmas Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jtja5m2fDAE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jtja5m2fDAE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Lights'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-2130689410260877307</id><published>2009-12-09T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:34:01.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sx-ZC9-YBPI/AAAAAAAAA40/KCiyfqtDrzs/s1600-h/snowfunny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sx-ZC9-YBPI/AAAAAAAAA40/KCiyfqtDrzs/s640/snowfunny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=3619953781459369395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3619953781459369395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3619953781459369395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_12_07_archive.html#3619953781459369395' title='Macro Moments In The Snow'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sx13SmkJs2I/AAAAAAAAA4s/YMf0heSrRhQ/s72-c/PC070054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-268591858273354314</id><published>2009-12-06T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:19:50.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Coming to Toronto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am sure by now you have all heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Joyce is coming to Toronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now this would make for a wonderful girls few nights out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She will be in Toronto August 5th-7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Check out her website for all the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What do you think Ladies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joycemeyer.org/"&gt;http://www.joycemeyer.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sxx_pTIoAyI/AAAAAAAAA4E/6TXn1D-wRUQ/s1600-h/JoyceMeyer_Speaker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sxx_pTIoAyI/AAAAAAAAA4E/6TXn1D-wRUQ/s640/JoyceMeyer_Speaker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-268591858273354314?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/268591858273354314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=268591858273354314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/268591858273354314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/268591858273354314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_12_06_archive.html#268591858273354314' title='Guess Who&apos;s Coming to Toronto'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sxx_pTIoAyI/AAAAAAAAA4E/6TXn1D-wRUQ/s72-c/JoyceMeyer_Speaker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-6124910444535850702</id><published>2009-12-03T15:33:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:54:49.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gilbey Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are a strange family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and adapt to all moods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steve doesn't like Christmas anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Too Stressful,It's for the kids and we're not kids anymore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bahhh Humbug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny considering he loves Christmas music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dave is getting older(21) and has embraced the families quirky ways adding a touch of his own humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He asked for a pony and nothing else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I like Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and with bearing all this in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got my tree and humourously indulged my husbands mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Dave will discover perhaps a Pink or Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Little Pony come Christmas Morn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to top this all off we have decided to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BBQ T-bone steaks this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as we relax and enjoy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the simplicity that Christmas brings the Gilbey Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Music &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Togetherness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on this Blessed day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sxggdc0o2-I/AAAAAAAAA3U/TXvHBoalbw4/s1600-h/PC030031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sxggdc0o2-I/AAAAAAAAA3U/TXvHBoalbw4/s400/PC030031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Feel free to laugh cause we are having a hoot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just love our Family humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes the tree is Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Christmas'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sxggdc0o2-I/AAAAAAAAA3U/TXvHBoalbw4/s72-c/PC030031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-7526875532674501587</id><published>2009-11-27T12:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:43:39.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leviticus 19:18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SxA5u1fpfnI/AAAAAAAAA3M/-vohQlxm_CM/s1600/PB270029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SxA5u1fpfnI/AAAAAAAAA3M/-vohQlxm_CM/s320/PB270029.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Do not take revenge or bear a grudge against members of your community,but love your neighbour as yourself;I am the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Isn't this a hard lesson to apply on crummy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When friends are scorned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When lies are spread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;or in my case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When somebody smokes my car in the parking lot and doesn't leave a note or report it to mall security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Imagine my surprise yesterday when I finished a long day at work and walked through the rain and discovered this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;God knew what was coming next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then He knew I would&amp;nbsp; ask for forgiveness for my cursed words against another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He also extended His grace for&amp;nbsp;several hours (this morning) until I came to the place in my heart that said let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's hard to take revenge against another human being who has not only damaged your possesion but also put you in a financial situation where you feel there is no good outcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But I am hear to say you can take revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The revenge is in your heart and through your words of cursing this person to have a lousy day or wish the same would happen to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In the end the curse is upon yourself for disrespecting your Father and His commands.The curse is anger in your heart that opens the gate for Satan and his little imps to wreak havoc on the playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As I&amp;nbsp; spewed cruels words and wishes, my heart began to ache ,my throat closed up and became like razor blades,my head exploded into a migraine and sleep was not my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I have allowed myself to be vunerable to attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I am home today when I shouldn't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I am sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;when I was perfectly fine yesterday up until I noticed my car and began to speak "ill" will against another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Coincidence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I think not.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Why you ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;because I rarely get sick and of late I have been sick twice within two months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;the common denominator was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;both times I was well and after speaking unkind words and allowing my heart to be extremely offended, standing on what&amp;nbsp;I deemed as my right to be this unforgiving.&amp;nbsp;When I&amp;nbsp;dwelled in my&amp;nbsp;anger, not wanting to ask for forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I became sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I am not saying God&amp;nbsp;made me sick to show me the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I am saying I allowed myself&amp;nbsp;to be open to the fleshly ways of man and showed the world the chink in my armour that left me&amp;nbsp;vulnerable to sickness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Of Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Of Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Of Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It is God that has allowed me to be open to His voice that says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Trust in Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I will take care of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;and heal you of all your needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Physically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Spiritually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Financially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I love it when God gently reminds us of lessons we know but then shows us not only the general principle of&amp;nbsp;the lesson&amp;nbsp;but the deeper meaning within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-7526875532674501587?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7526875532674501587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=7526875532674501587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-631142048730062698</id><published>2009-11-23T22:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:54:06.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Placed in My Heart</title><content type='html'>My heart aches&lt;br /&gt;I know not why&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit speaks&lt;br /&gt;I hear His cry&lt;br /&gt;Souls lost&lt;br /&gt;My Children scorned&lt;br /&gt;His voice cries out for&amp;nbsp;those yet born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you&lt;br /&gt;I Love you&lt;br /&gt;I Love you child&lt;br /&gt;Follow me and never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart aches&lt;br /&gt;For His lost&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches for our loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear not my child &lt;br /&gt;what:'s lost is found&lt;br /&gt;beneath the glory&lt;br /&gt;of&amp;nbsp;My crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of Kings&lt;br /&gt;and Lord of Lords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I Am&lt;/span&gt; here within the thorns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be&amp;nbsp;you chosen ones&lt;br /&gt;Spread My word&lt;br /&gt;for the time will come&lt;br /&gt;When Heaven and Earth &lt;br /&gt;will become but one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and Mercy&lt;br /&gt;I give my flock&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your sins &lt;br /&gt;upon My cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For soon will come &lt;br /&gt;The day&amp;nbsp;you await&lt;br /&gt;and I will meet you at &lt;br /&gt;My gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms are open&lt;br /&gt;for those who are weary&lt;br /&gt;death is gone&lt;br /&gt;and life becomes living&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-631142048730062698?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' title='Placed in My Heart'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-658834358668590600</id><published>2009-11-09T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:03:12.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys For Tots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again we are having a Gala at work for a cause that is close to our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toys for Tots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Approximately 1100 children in Belleville go without a Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All proceeds from ticket sales go to the Belleville Firefighters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus Shoppers Drug Mart will donate an additional $5.00 per ticket sold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help us Bless the children of our community&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wether you purchase a ticket or stop in to drop off a toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The main need every year is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls ages 9-12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for helping us support this worthy cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SvjmAcf-coI/AAAAAAAAA2M/IW-z0QAtCNA/s1600-h/!cid_35CBFF6D83BF43DBACEA813023802AC1%40mona272e22f3cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402320648355607170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SvjmAcf-coI/AAAAAAAAA2M/IW-z0QAtCNA/s400/!cid_35CBFF6D83BF43DBACEA813023802AC1%40mona272e22f3cf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Tots'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SvjmAcf-coI/AAAAAAAAA2M/IW-z0QAtCNA/s72-c/!cid_35CBFF6D83BF43DBACEA813023802AC1%40mona272e22f3cf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-600666455401922336</id><published>2009-11-07T20:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:50:26.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Proud Family Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ordination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Permanent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Diaconate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today my big brother Jeremy and 9 others were ordained as Catholic Deacons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeremy has been dedicated to his studies for 5 years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and today was a day of pride for our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We wished our parents could have been there to see this day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as Jeremy so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eloquently&lt;/span&gt; put as he delivered the graduation &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"For those who could not be here with us today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;they have the best seat in the house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Preach it brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Praise God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So here are some pictures of our God filled family day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeremy and his family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His sons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andrew and Graeme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His wife Claire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and his daughter Emily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SvYe-n568tI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Wwa1xFV00a8/s1600-h/PB070014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401538864290132690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SvYe-n568tI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Wwa1xFV00a8/s400/PB070014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my Big Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SvYe-QgYHiI/AAAAAAAAA18/Ng4v4JqQVa8/s1600-h/PB070015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401538858008976930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SvYe-QgYHiI/AAAAAAAAA18/Ng4v4JqQVa8/s400/PB070015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and sister Pat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SvYeTvdJV7I/AAAAAAAAA10/Vo24V6Iz4pc/s1600-h/PB070016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401538127582549938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SvYeTvdJV7I/AAAAAAAAA10/Vo24V6Iz4pc/s400/PB070016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 3 of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SvYeTYUXN7I/AAAAAAAAA1s/JkefUrAAFZ8/s1600-h/PB070017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401538121371695026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SvYeTYUXN7I/AAAAAAAAA1s/JkefUrAAFZ8/s400/PB070017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Big husband Steve and my Big brother Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SvYeS8Yzd2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/rysM0y8WtE4/s1600-h/PB070018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401538113874130786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SvYeS8Yzd2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/rysM0y8WtE4/s400/PB070018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-600666455401922336?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/600666455401922336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=600666455401922336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-4473105904061618889</id><published>2009-10-28T22:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:15:31.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True Colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love it when incidents of the day become a blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leaving work I ran into an employee of the mall and we had a typical end of the day chit chat&lt;br /&gt;(mall talk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Must be nice to go home and relax I have to work till close"&lt;br /&gt;It was then I told her I wasn't done my day but was heading to Junior High&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You Go to church? You teach the kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you teach them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They let you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow I am seeing a different side to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your true colours who knew?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you know! I replied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinda bothered me a bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt; and Youth we were together we watched a video called Pure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about Jesus and the Samaritan Woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I have never been married 5 times and then lived with #6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I was far from being pure as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Be it&lt;/span&gt; of the heart or physically or emotionally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that was my past and Jesus knew my heart as He knows yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes we have free will but He is a patient God and His timing is always impeccable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So even when we don't see our potential in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;others don't see it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God sees it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just as Jesus saw the Samaritans &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;woman's&lt;/span&gt; need for self worth and acceptance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He took the time to go to her and let her know that there is a much greater love in this world than relying on mans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He did this because.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NbS8JK4TS8Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NbS8JK4TS8Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt; thinking about this day and the events that happened on my way home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God showed me through music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't He the Best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-4473105904061618889?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4473105904061618889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=4473105904061618889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/4473105904061618889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/4473105904061618889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_10_28_archive.html#4473105904061618889' title='True Colours'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-6061786165166737561</id><published>2009-10-23T13:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:59:55.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Morning with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a little brisk walking the dog this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't the crispness of the morning air that took my breath away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being still and seeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gods eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SuHtfvnfK_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/Ky0MLxZ45Xc/s1600-h/PA230001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395854958180379634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SuHtfvnfK_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/Ky0MLxZ45Xc/s400/PA230001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SuHtfKCa9dI/AAAAAAAAA1U/E3esD5LDCUk/s1600-h/PA230004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395854948092802514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SuHtfKCa9dI/AAAAAAAAA1U/E3esD5LDCUk/s400/PA230004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SuHte8JHbBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/n9qPJcEr7Jg/s1600-h/PA230010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395854944362785810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SuHte8JHbBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/n9qPJcEr7Jg/s400/PA230010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SuHteXL38TI/AAAAAAAAA1E/fE5wTwDFNyw/s1600-h/PA230009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395854934442242354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SuHteXL38TI/AAAAAAAAA1E/fE5wTwDFNyw/s400/PA230009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SuHso24ugrI/AAAAAAAAA08/66cWLYlG1g4/s1600-h/PA230008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395854015238931122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SuHso24ugrI/AAAAAAAAA08/66cWLYlG1g4/s400/PA230008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SuHsoc7vy7I/AAAAAAAAA00/HftNFnpL5ek/s1600-h/PA230007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395854008272276402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SuHsoc7vy7I/AAAAAAAAA00/HftNFnpL5ek/s400/PA230007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SuHsnyXraTI/AAAAAAAAA0s/L8ZTRAFAVvA/s1600-h/PA230006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395853996846704946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SuHsnyXraTI/AAAAAAAAA0s/L8ZTRAFAVvA/s400/PA230006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-6061786165166737561?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6061786165166737561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=6061786165166737561&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/6061786165166737561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/6061786165166737561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_10_23_archive.html#6061786165166737561' title='A Morning with God'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SuHtfvnfK_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/Ky0MLxZ45Xc/s72-c/PA230001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-7291928608699420560</id><published>2009-10-20T16:38:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:19:36.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes I think funny things'/><title type='text'>THEY walk among us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you one of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THEM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Main Entry: 1them&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: \(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)əm, ˈthem, after p, b, v, f, also əm\&lt;br /&gt;Function: pronoun&lt;br /&gt;Date: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 12&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; century objective case of &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/they"&gt;they&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 : &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/they"&gt;they&lt;/a&gt; 1 —used as object of a verb or preposition &lt;took&gt;&lt;gave&gt;2 : &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/those"&gt;those&lt;/a&gt; —used especially as antecedent to a relative pronoun &lt;the&gt;—used as the subject of a verb chiefly in nonstandard speech and for humorous effect (them is fighting words)&lt;them&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well Ladies It 's a fact I think very strange things and this is one of them there times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Lady is walking through cosmetics and says to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I just posted a letter to England and it cost me $1.69. In 1969 when I moved here it didn't cost that much. Can you believe that? What is this world coming to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To which I replied I think it's kind of amazing that you can communicate with another person half way across the world for only $1.69&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wrong &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; Maureen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a disgusted look on her face she said this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oh you are one of THEM"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which got me thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Does That Mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is there a group somewhere I haven't heard of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; make up a They?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: You know what "they" say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No! No I don't. Who are they? better yet who decided that "They" were right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where are these people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do "They" look like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do "they" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lurk&lt;/span&gt; among us disguised as regular folk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I know is I am now apparently one of "Them"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And initiation consisted of an observation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am now a part of a secret society!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do "they" have meetings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will I ever be privy to the secret handshake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is different from the other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because we all know the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Group &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As they are recognizable by their cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you know this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; people call them "Those"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh you're one of those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tree &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Huggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those Jesus freaks (heard that more than once)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those Right for Lifers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that have me baffled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so to be safe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I best not think about this anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because you know what "THEY" say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If you think to much your head will explode"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-7291928608699420560?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7291928608699420560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=7291928608699420560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/7291928608699420560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/7291928608699420560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_10_20_archive.html#7291928608699420560' title='THEY walk among us'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-2176398575719752863</id><published>2009-10-12T22:07:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:24:57.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How He Delights In Giving Us Gifts</title><content type='html'>Well I have been having some struggles of late but this weekend the Lord with all His glory has really shown me grace and through His grace He has given me wisdom that will be cherished always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mo if you are going to talk the talk you best learn to walk the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have walked in many shoes,some too big and others way too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that was the same is that blisters were always a given.&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to walk comfortably in the shoes that are meant for me and only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have had some issues at work. Management on days can be less than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;desireable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The tension is incredible and to have to listen to some real cruels words can be unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;Lord get me through them.&lt;br /&gt;It has been so bad that I wear a security device (which we all wear) ,however I chose pager 91 and the girls know this is mine to wear and they give it to me when I come in.&lt;br /&gt;Why 91?&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 91: The Protection of the Most High&lt;br /&gt;It was spoken over me just over a year now.&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks I decided to take a situation into my own hands,feeling that I was right in every sense of the way.&lt;br /&gt;Humanly I believed I was&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually Ya not so much.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the wrong &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;authority&lt;/span&gt; first The owner.&lt;br /&gt;Then to other management but not to my direct manager after all she was part of the issue.&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what 12 days ago I was called into the office and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reprimanded&lt;/span&gt; by my manager.&lt;br /&gt;While being spoken to I was praying not to try and justify my actions and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not to open my big mouth unless there was kind words waiting to escape.&lt;br /&gt;"Lord blunt my tongue now more than ever"&lt;br /&gt;He Did&lt;br /&gt;I learned responsibility the hard way about the chain of command.&lt;br /&gt;What was really interesting the week prior we learned about this in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ISOM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to pray for my boss to not be afraid to show the inner beauty of her heart instead of&lt;br /&gt;Lord get me out of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we learned about patience in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ISOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not always patient with the desires of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, now that my kitchen is done I now have the desire&lt;br /&gt;(ladies this is a first for me) to have cute little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nicknack's&lt;/span&gt; in the kitchen. Just something to make it perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Well I saw it and stared at it for a week.&lt;br /&gt;This perfect decoration had one motive for me and one only.&lt;br /&gt;An in your face daily reminder for my family as my main desire is to have my husband and children come to know the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin advised me not to preach but to walk in the word and they will notice a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Anyhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Steve and he said no it's $32.00 and we don't have the money this week maybe next week.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it now and was very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; cause Mo just couldn't wait,which lead to some anger within I prayed Saturday night as I felt guilty for wanting such a monetary thing when bills needed to be paid.&lt;br /&gt;I told the Lord I didn't need this little thing as my true desire was my family believing in Him.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went to work the mood was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; and it has been since the chat in the office.&lt;br /&gt;My boss and I worked together side by side and everything was calm serene and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;As the day ended for her she picked up a few things and was headed out for her Thanksgiving dinner but she had one last stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Stop to my counter to give me the desire of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/StPh5eJkZNI/AAAAAAAAA0U/8n0jhvBR1Y0/s1600-h/PA120011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391901556354606290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/StPh5eJkZNI/AAAAAAAAA0U/8n0jhvBR1Y0/s400/PA120011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The tears flowed and the Praise and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thankfulness&lt;/span&gt; began&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He gave me the desire of my heart through the most unlikely person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Manager&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He showed me the goodness in her heart and he taught me that I need to go to Him first &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;answeres&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He showed me the Chain of Command&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He showed me Praying for others in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;authority&lt;/span&gt;, for their job isn't as easy as we think it should be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First of all,I urge that petitions,prayers,intercessions,and thanksgivings be made for everyone,for kings and all those who are in authority,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;so that&lt;/span&gt; we may lead a tranquil and quiet life in all godliness and dignity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1Tim 2:1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but most of all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He showed me the shoes that I need to be walking in, are the shoes He purposely and with love picked out for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The shoes of Faith and Trust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When in those shoes no matter how wobbly I am He will never let me fall &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 Trust in the LORD and do what is good;dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture.4 Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart.5 Commit your way to the LORD;trust in Him and He will do this:6 He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn,the justice of your cause like the noonday sun.Psalm 37: 3-6&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/StPlmLn1afI/AAAAAAAAA0k/G_ihK8jkXBg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391905623010273778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/StPlmLn1afI/AAAAAAAAA0k/G_ihK8jkXBg/s400/images.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; High Heels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is The Way I feel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Got The Sways and Reels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I know I am Going Home &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-2176398575719752863?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2176398575719752863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=2176398575719752863&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/2176398575719752863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/2176398575719752863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_10_12_archive.html#2176398575719752863' title='Oh How He Delights In Giving Us Gifts'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/StPh5eJkZNI/AAAAAAAAA0U/8n0jhvBR1Y0/s72-c/PA120011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-1652107960556188866</id><published>2009-10-09T17:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:43:39.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are You Thankful For?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's Thanksgiving weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I have to work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needless to say this morning I woke up very irritable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My poor Husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My poor dog he didn't get to share mommies breakfast with her like he does every morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was from me not the dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I got into the shower I was thinking about why I was so miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It hit me hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary of my mothers passing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew this because I spoke about it all week as I couldn't believe it has been that long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it hit me hard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a wake up call of sorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cried like I had Thanksgiving Day 2005 the day she passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needless to say my irritability was carried to my work place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt angry and jealous listening to customers well wishes for the weekend and their family plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long story short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He gently reminded me that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;many children grow up without mothers or fathers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I am thankful to God for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;choosing my mother for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for giving her patience through the teen years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for speaking to my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for loving me when I am miserable &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for gently correcting my attitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for forgiving me of my selfishness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for giving me courage to share my heart with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for my beautiful family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for placing people in my path to lead me back to Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for all my new found friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for forgiving me of my past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for teaching me there is a better life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for allowing me to speak into the lives of others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for allowing me to be a mother or grandmother to the children of our church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the P&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;astors&lt;/span&gt; of Desert Stream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and their wives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for their love grace and patience with me during my walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and boy have they been patient!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for loving me for who I am in Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but most of all for giving His only Son &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that I may live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is so much to be thankful for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2M0GQOgYGg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2M0GQOgYGg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-1652107960556188866?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-2893332944637250126</id><published>2009-10-08T21:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:31:22.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well we are almost done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The flooring came today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hallway, staircase and door was finished last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it's just the little things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trim on the walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new light fixtures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some 1/4 round along the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a new coffee maker and toaster and tea towels and cannisters and perhaps a special kitchen decoration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to match of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you ladies understand that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So how many years do you think I'll have to wait to do my back-livingroom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I know One Blessing at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Ss6PbZrp30I/AAAAAAAAA0E/5g7pcl7pR7Y/s1600-h/PA080004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390403504922287938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Ss6PbZrp30I/AAAAAAAAA0E/5g7pcl7pR7Y/s400/PA080004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Ss6Pak2PzUI/AAAAAAAAAz8/9LzRcU6Pmyg/s1600-h/PA080007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390403490739637570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Ss6Pak2PzUI/AAAAAAAAAz8/9LzRcU6Pmyg/s400/PA080007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Ss6PZ0hGAjI/AAAAAAAAAz0/T9YhKVVQq4U/s1600-h/PA080005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390403477766013490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Ss6PZ0hGAjI/AAAAAAAAAz0/T9YhKVVQq4U/s400/PA080005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Ss6PZcgYG9I/AAAAAAAAAzs/VScnCgmyY-8/s1600-h/PA080002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390403471320554450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Ss6PZcgYG9I/AAAAAAAAAzs/VScnCgmyY-8/s400/PA080002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-2893332944637250126?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2893332944637250126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=2893332944637250126&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/2893332944637250126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/2893332944637250126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_10_08_archive.html#2893332944637250126' title='Almost Finished'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Ss6PbZrp30I/AAAAAAAAA0E/5g7pcl7pR7Y/s72-c/PA080004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-3522680881059352980</id><published>2009-09-30T16:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:22:01.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 In 150 A Mother Daughter Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what do you get a daughter for her 30th Birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well a decision was made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A girls day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spa Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hair Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopping Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something unique and different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of course this isn't for everyone and truthfully I didn't think it would be for me either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was something close to our hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we took a deep breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;swallowed our fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;clasped hands like Thelma and Louise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and went for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SsPIHA_sgmI/AAAAAAAAAyk/GASU3Fhhwig/s1600-h/P9300009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387369602117042786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SsPIHA_sgmI/AAAAAAAAAyk/GASU3Fhhwig/s400/P9300009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SsPIGRNlJjI/AAAAAAAAAyc/2DKluhm5OfM/s1600-h/P9300004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387369589290378802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SsPIGRNlJjI/AAAAAAAAAyc/2DKluhm5OfM/s400/P9300004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SsPIFx4G6xI/AAAAAAAAAyU/f-2AFnb1YTY/s1600-h/P9300007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387369580878818066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SsPIFx4G6xI/AAAAAAAAAyU/f-2AFnb1YTY/s400/P9300007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SsPIFYRHXvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/qwWgr_L3Tdw/s1600-h/P9300015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387369574004383474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SsPIFYRHXvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/qwWgr_L3Tdw/s400/P9300015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1 in every 150 children born are diagnosed with Autism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have 2 in our family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what blessings they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is for them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a day Liane and I will never forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-3522680881059352980?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SsPIHA_sgmI/AAAAAAAAAyk/GASU3Fhhwig/s72-c/P9300009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-7316179977180784190</id><published>2009-09-26T12:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:30:48.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Preview for Vickie</title><content type='html'>Cupboards are up and painted&lt;br /&gt;still have to paint the wall board and put up trim&lt;br /&gt;and finish the hallway&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention I told Steve you can't have a new look to a kitchen if the hallway connecting it doesn't match.&lt;br /&gt;Our new flooring is being installed Oct 8th woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;I will post more pics after all is completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sr4_XypxQDI/AAAAAAAAAyE/1P5Bvmas-pI/s1600-h/P9260001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385811882348199986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sr4_XypxQDI/AAAAAAAAAyE/1P5Bvmas-pI/s400/P9260001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sr4_XWppUbI/AAAAAAAAAx8/YSK1VfYYfpE/s1600-h/P9110002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385811874831487410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sr4_XWppUbI/AAAAAAAAAx8/YSK1VfYYfpE/s400/P9110002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-7316179977180784190?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Jesus forgave us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before we ever said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-3598989095625467400?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3598989095625467400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=3598989095625467400&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3598989095625467400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3598989095625467400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_09_15_archive.html#3598989095625467400' title='Quotes Worth Remembering'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-8829415468913170786</id><published>2009-09-11T18:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:10:41.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kitchen Timer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqxUT2aUI8I/AAAAAAAAAxo/9k7zsiyWjTQ/s1600-h/P9120005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380768354801034178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqxUT2aUI8I/AAAAAAAAAxo/9k7zsiyWjTQ/s400/P9120005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever prayed for something and gave up after what you would consider too long of a wait?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On May 19th 2005 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my husband tore apart our kitchen, then decided fixing the outside of the house to be more important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He didn't do that either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I prayed for patience with his skills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for his stubborn pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strength not to hurt him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sure he prayed for me to stop whining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May 19th 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the phone rings a message left &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hi Steve it's me the kitchen just wanted to wish you a Happy 3rd Anniversary"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(My daughter has the best humour)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steve did not agree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;June 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It Hit me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hit me hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cupboard doors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My impatience and whining for 3 years completely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STOPPED&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started to Praise God for what I did have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a well intentioned man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who does all the grocery shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fills my doorless cupboards &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes my kitchen is ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;torn apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I am content&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now am blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;September 12 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My husband is taking me kitchen renovation shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out with the old and in with the new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise God, for His timing is always perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know what I have learned during this past 4 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that is much more valuable than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;any old kitchen or new for that matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking forward to sharing the finished product with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqrKDrvErOI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Q93BEjZ2lTM/s1600-h/P9110002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380334869476060386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqrKDrvErOI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Q93BEjZ2lTM/s400/P9110002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqrKCzg0_mI/AAAAAAAAAww/yezD_1fW484/s1600-h/P9110003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380334854383926882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqrKCzg0_mI/AAAAAAAAAww/yezD_1fW484/s400/P9110003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqrKCL07PnI/AAAAAAAAAwo/aoA4KyfJFQk/s1600-h/P9110001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380334843730804338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqrKCL07PnI/AAAAAAAAAwo/aoA4KyfJFQk/s400/P9110001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-8829415468913170786?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8829415468913170786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=8829415468913170786&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/8829415468913170786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/8829415468913170786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_09_11_archive.html#8829415468913170786' title='The Kitchen Timer'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqxUT2aUI8I/AAAAAAAAAxo/9k7zsiyWjTQ/s72-c/P9120005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-2643383269546632263</id><published>2009-09-09T22:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:07:31.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's Little Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sqhe3I1B1rI/AAAAAAAAAwg/jpUCYrM1PhI/s1600-h/P9050038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379654056249775794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sqhe3I1B1rI/AAAAAAAAAwg/jpUCYrM1PhI/s400/P9050038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen age 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sqhe2VpzfzI/AAAAAAAAAwY/a0Hodf_-lVI/s1600-h/P8290030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379654042512490290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sqhe2VpzfzI/AAAAAAAAAwY/a0Hodf_-lVI/s400/P8290030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mackenzie 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sqhe1z5weII/AAAAAAAAAwQ/nUqIcG5Htxs/s1600-h/P8290022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379654033452595330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sqhe1z5weII/AAAAAAAAAwQ/nUqIcG5Htxs/s400/P8290022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Myer 5 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-2643383269546632263?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2643383269546632263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=2643383269546632263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/2643383269546632263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/2643383269546632263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_09_09_archive.html#2643383269546632263' title='Grandma&apos;s Little Blessings'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sqhe3I1B1rI/AAAAAAAAAwg/jpUCYrM1PhI/s72-c/P9050038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-4638821625882171339</id><published>2009-09-07T22:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:12:54.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Our Heads</title><content type='html'>It may just be me but I have noticed of late alot of&lt;br /&gt;negativity&lt;br /&gt;rudeness&lt;br /&gt;and just plain cruelty of words not only in the enviroment I work in but I hear how parents speak to their children,children to their parents and how strangers react to each other.&lt;br /&gt;The news is full of horrific doings and death&lt;br /&gt;I see more shows on television about the occult and ghosts and "The Unexplained"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I have just started to notice as my heart gets closer to God and to what is right or if I have ignored the world and have finally just had enough.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure why I really felt the need to share this with you either but the one thing I know of late is that my heart aches for this world.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes have been opened and there are days I just want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot and will not allow the world to dictate who I am or what I am supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;I allow Christ to dictate and show me who I am in Him and Him alone.&lt;br /&gt;He has shown me and I pray that He will show others wether through the the body of Christ or directly by His hand that it's time we all got Out of our Heads and into our Hearts&lt;br /&gt;for that is where He lives.&lt;br /&gt;My prayers are not only for this city but to be shouted out to every corner of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appologies if the first part of this video offends anyone but it's the world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/arPr5rlpuAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/arPr5rlpuAc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-4638821625882171339?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-7748302887957576711</id><published>2009-08-24T23:58:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:02:03.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Tapestry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SpNtd4CWqrI/AAAAAAAAAwI/tXPWdKjJ-Fs/s1600-h/gods_tapestry%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373759140409027250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SpNtd4CWqrI/AAAAAAAAAwI/tXPWdKjJ-Fs/s400/gods_tapestry%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Finest Tapestry takes paitence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the ability to wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for each thread to support the bigger picture and the larger purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And in the fearless reckless pursuit of intimate love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is not the destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's the journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Once again through music I ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Concentrating on the lyrics above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I imagine the tapestry of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I imagine God sewing into me day by day His Glory and unconditional Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Making me into His perfect Tapestry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(The first two lines)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;His Love and patience unimaginable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Then I picture the next two lines and how we as humans have searched for the perfect intimate Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Fearlessly and recklessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This is when we focussed strictly on the "destination" in our lives getting lost along the way and never knowing the greater purpose for our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Imagine not having God in your life to mend the hurts the pain the love or the lack there of. What would our tapestries would look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I couldn't sew a stitch or mend a rip on my own,but with guidance and patience from The Great Teacher I imagine all the possibilies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now Imagine those who deny or who need physical proof there is a God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We try to sew into their lives and sometimes we manage a stitch or two,other times we drop a stitch or two and it can be so frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Have you given up sewing because of this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Perhaps sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What does God see when we do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What happens to their tapestry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Better yet what happens to our tapestry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I take comfort in knowing that God will mend the dropped stitch with His Grace and teach us once again how to sew with patience but we must try to focus solely on our teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;For we are His threads that support the bigger picture.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-7748302887957576711?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7748302887957576711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=7748302887957576711&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/7748302887957576711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/7748302887957576711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_08_24_archive.html#7748302887957576711' title='God&apos;s Tapestry'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SpNtd4CWqrI/AAAAAAAAAwI/tXPWdKjJ-Fs/s72-c/gods_tapestry%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-3403641947182655051</id><published>2009-08-20T20:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:41:57.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things That Never Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/So342GFEyeI/AAAAAAAAAvw/V5qA4Fmao8c/s1600-h/!cid_BDEC1A66458B423E8F4FB322BC5FD2F5%40vogt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372223538751392226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/So342GFEyeI/AAAAAAAAAvw/V5qA4Fmao8c/s400/!cid_BDEC1A66458B423E8F4FB322BC5FD2F5%40vogt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have noticed things have changed of late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Some for the good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;others not so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;for the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and sometimes not (eyes weren't focussed this past 2 weeks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I knew this and fought to re-direct my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;my mouth got the better of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What I noticed was 2 ways people responded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Non Christians at work said Woohoo the old Mona is finally back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The one Christian I work with made the comment of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What can I pray for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;She noticed without me saying a word to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Talk about thinking if you noticed then Father has really noticed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DOUBLE OUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;However regardless of my mouth and thoughts coming to light the two things I felt deep within was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;How Much God Loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;How Much I Love God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know this to be true because He always seems to show me things through music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was given a simple yet powerful word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;as usual I tried to make that word more complicated than what it really was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;getting frustrated instead of sitting back and actually listening for five minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I decided heck with it put on some music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and not worship music either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I needed some fun stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(I associated secular music with fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fun: contemplating on anything but God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Definition found in Mo's mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He on the other hand had a different agenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;CD goes in the computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;CD jumps from 1st song to 8th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and well here are the lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh and I have listened to this for days contemplating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the two things that never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;His Love for Us/Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Our/My Love for Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Despite the setbacks in our walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love Is My Witnes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanda Marshall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been thinkin about us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been turning it round and round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even buried my head in the sand of the Holy Land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That claims my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am not a liar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I say that I LOVE YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just take one look in those ruby eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I see the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I raise my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love Is My Witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I am guilty for alot of things I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But if I'm the holy daughter, you're the Holy Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And my heart says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love Is My Witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Don't run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Don't let'em plant that seed in ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Emotions are deeper than the empty stares t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hat Dissaprove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Life is a diamond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;At first surrounded by the coal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It takes more than words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;More than words to make us whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I raise my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love Is My Witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I am guilty for alot of things I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But if I'm the holy daughter,you're the Holy Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And my heart says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love Is My Witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And If you want to make God laugh,tell Him your plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Cause that won't take you to the Promise Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I raise my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love Is My Witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I am guilty for the things I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But if I'm the holy daughter,you're the Holy Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And my heart says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Heart Says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love Is My Witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-3403641947182655051?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3403641947182655051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=3403641947182655051&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3403641947182655051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3403641947182655051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_08_20_archive.html#3403641947182655051' title='Two Things That Never Change'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and only 19 inches long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She was my little butterball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How quickly 30 years have past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and during these years we have watched her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;become the beautiful woman she is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her tenacity is incredible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her compassion is a delite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her love for her family Amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her Strength Unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is my Baby Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Always will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We Love you So Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mom and Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SojIuinqTmI/AAAAAAAAAvg/wewFnxUQ6f0/s1600-h/n1422470676_319382_6819206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370763257532010082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SojIuinqTmI/AAAAAAAAAvg/wewFnxUQ6f0/s400/n1422470676_319382_6819206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Today'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SojIuinqTmI/AAAAAAAAAvg/wewFnxUQ6f0/s72-c/n1422470676_319382_6819206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-4675003718797180444</id><published>2009-08-12T12:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:09:07.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest Blessing to the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SoL1_qEpDnI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/CY1JWX7dMTs/s1600-h/IMG_2432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369124179753373298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SoL1_qEpDnI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/CY1JWX7dMTs/s400/IMG_2432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SoL1uvGrWjI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rKwxkoVzldE/s1600-h/IMG_2480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369123889046313522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SoL1uvGrWjI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rKwxkoVzldE/s400/IMG_2480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7:28am August 9 2009 Mickara Paula Marlene Cochran came into the world weighing&lt;br /&gt;9lbs 15oz 23 and 1/4 inch long.&lt;br /&gt;This is Steves cousins third grandchild and she is a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Her big sisters Addison (holding the baby) and Rowen were telling me aka Maursey all about her on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Boy things have changed Mom and Dad and babe were home Sunday morning before Grandma and Grandpa and the girls got back from church (early service) at 10:30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-4675003718797180444?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4675003718797180444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=4675003718797180444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/4675003718797180444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/4675003718797180444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_08_12_archive.html#4675003718797180444' title='Newest Blessing to the Family'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SoL1_qEpDnI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/CY1JWX7dMTs/s72-c/IMG_2432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-5728713375080689432</id><published>2009-08-09T22:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:18:21.672-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For all  who are hurting'/><title type='text'>Don't Give Up Because</title><content type='html'>This past couple of weeks I have been bombarded with many a phone calls from desperate friends and my son's friends searching for advice.&lt;br /&gt;Subjects from affairs,miscarriages,divorces and parental depression.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that I turned to the Lord for not only wisdom but the healing of my past so I could testify that He is &lt;br /&gt;The Way&lt;br /&gt;The Truth&lt;br /&gt;The Life&lt;br /&gt;The one common belief all have in common is that their worth is only dictated by the worlds standards. &lt;br /&gt;If you are depressed You are Crazy&lt;br /&gt;If you committ adultry you are A Whore&lt;br /&gt;If you lose a baby you are less than a woman&lt;br /&gt;And if you divorce you are a failure.&lt;br /&gt;These lies lead to behavioural changes to suit the words of man.&lt;br /&gt;The lies that Satan places in them is a battle for us that know Gods truth.&lt;br /&gt;They are Loved&lt;br /&gt;We are Loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD IS LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been my Strength through this and I pray that the world will soon know He is theirs as well.&lt;br /&gt;Unti Then......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't Give Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LNR6Tg25OYQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LNR6Tg25OYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-5728713375080689432?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5728713375080689432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=5728713375080689432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5728713375080689432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5728713375080689432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_08_09_archive.html#5728713375080689432' title='Don&apos;t Give Up Because'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-1891021299177573368</id><published>2009-08-02T19:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:13:12.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Flashback 2</title><content type='html'>Oh the music of the 70's&lt;br /&gt;These were the days musicians actually played instruments.&lt;br /&gt;Big difference from todays artists or should I say vocalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cVRC5BnNg8A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cVRC5BnNg8A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-1891021299177573368?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1891021299177573368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=1891021299177573368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/1891021299177573368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/1891021299177573368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_08_02_archive.html#1891021299177573368' title='Saturday Flashback 2'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-3121394680903649898</id><published>2009-08-01T14:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:27:53.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Flashbacks The 70's</title><content type='html'>Oh how things have changed over the years.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning television just isn't the same.&lt;br /&gt;American bandstand was a given every Saturday as was Soul Train.&lt;br /&gt;I was 11 years old and remember watching this.1974&lt;br /&gt;Oh the memories of dancing around the house with my brother and this Album was a must have in our household.&lt;br /&gt;So my first Saturday Flashback post is a must,for this was when all was not tainted by the world.&lt;br /&gt;Be Cool as there will be more to come&lt;br /&gt;Far Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vil7KDAgWE0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vil7KDAgWE0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-3121394680903649898?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3121394680903649898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=3121394680903649898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3121394680903649898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3121394680903649898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#3121394680903649898' title='Saturday Flashbacks The 70&apos;s'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-6972418665779108369</id><published>2009-07-31T10:59:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:31:22.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Image: Satans Wicked Plot To Destroy Self Worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SnMH8mLXMbI/AAAAAAAAAuw/nXKdlCAS9UA/s1600-h/mermaids42mq5%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364640318750142898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SnMH8mLXMbI/AAAAAAAAAuw/nXKdlCAS9UA/s400/mermaids42mq5%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day while at work I overheard two women talking.&lt;br /&gt;This was their conversation&lt;br /&gt;"She's been here a long time"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya I remember her from when she worked at shoppers downtown"&lt;br /&gt;"Boy she's really packed on the weight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment I just wanted to walk over and say&lt;br /&gt;"yes my butt is bigger my breasts are droopy,and I am now sporting an inzie belly button but my hearing is impeccable just like that of a bat.&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of bats....... If I take off my sweater look out! as I have no control over my wing span and you may get hit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I went home that night and told Steve as I felt frumpy and ugly and very hurt.&lt;br /&gt;His response was laughter followed by this comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You look great, and you know how I know this? I don't see the buzzards following you to work anymore,I finally have something to hold on to"&lt;br /&gt;Later that night as we lie in bed Steve rolls over places his arms around me and whisperes in my ear&lt;br /&gt;"Night Tubby I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;Oh the witt of my man he cracks me up. We giggled till we fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However over the past few days I have been feeling very self concious and have let the words of strangers get to me.&lt;br /&gt;Satan played on those fact stated words.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have gained weight so what?&lt;br /&gt;But my mistake was I allowed my body image to dictate my self worth as a woman.&lt;br /&gt;I must not be attractive if I am over weight&lt;br /&gt;Does my husband still think I am beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me when I change&lt;br /&gt;Oh great! another dimple soon my butt will look like a golf ball.&lt;br /&gt;Four! everybody duck mommas in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, love of self and others isn't about physical beauty&lt;br /&gt;I actually fell into the trap and have eaten very little over the past few days&lt;br /&gt;and Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I am really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Hungry for food but mostly hungry for God.&lt;br /&gt;and God placed a moment of affirmation in my heart that I am His and I am beautiful wether am 123lbs&lt;br /&gt;(yes I lost 10 from not eating much this past few days) or 723lbs because I have Him in my heart. His Love and Wisdom is what makes me large as life not the excess cookies.&lt;br /&gt;He confirmed this with an email this morning&lt;br /&gt;and so I share this as I eat my icecream bar.&lt;br /&gt;Personal note: I do need to be more physically active and that is my goal but I do not need to be societies poster child of the perfect body.&lt;br /&gt;For the only Body that counts is the body I am in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Body Of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get an Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¨THIS SUMMER DO YOU WANT TO BE A MERMAID, OR A WHALE?¨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A middle aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Whom It May Concern:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans). They have an active sex life, they get pregnant and have adorable baby whales. They have a wonderful time with dolphins -stuffing themselves with shrimp and other delicacies of the sea. They play and swim in the oceans, seeing exotic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea and the coral reefs of Polynesia . Whales are excellent singers and have even recorded CDs. They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans. They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mermaids don't exist. If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of psychoanalysts due to an identity crisis. Fish or human? Human or fish? They can't have a sex life, because they kill the men they lure close to them. Therefore, they can't experience the joys of motherhood. They are purported to be exceedingly vain and capricious. Not only that, who wants to be near a girl who smells like a fish store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice is perfectly clear to me; I want to be a whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who still makes me shiver and a coffee with my friends. With time, we gain weight, because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that, when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So, we aren't heavy; we are enormously cultured, educated and happy. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Beginning today, when I look at my backside in the mirror, I will think,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Good gosh! Look how smart I am".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-6972418665779108369?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6972418665779108369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=6972418665779108369&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/6972418665779108369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/6972418665779108369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_07_31_archive.html#6972418665779108369' title='Body Image: Satans Wicked Plot To Destroy Self Worth'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SnMH8mLXMbI/AAAAAAAAAuw/nXKdlCAS9UA/s72-c/mermaids42mq5%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-3796525238797812516</id><published>2009-07-29T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:33:42.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soloist</title><content type='html'>Fact: There are 90,000 homeless people in Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;This movie is one man's true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know I am a movie critic at heart. I love a good thought provoking story.&lt;br /&gt;I found in this movie there were subtle yet obvious poignant symbols of the one man who was truly lost in this world.&lt;br /&gt;The music symbolizes words not spoken. Every note was simplistic in it's statement of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Listen closely with your heart to every note and you will see the blessing of God to one man. A man so loved by the Lord even when the rest of society cannot find it in their hearts to love.&lt;br /&gt;The symbolism of the doves blew me away and my tears rolled freely.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely brilliantly told and visually compelling.&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel Anthony Ayers Junior a true blessing in this crazy world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord bless this man and keep him safe and I will forever keep him in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: It will be released this upcoming Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_Spu2nO0jw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_Spu2nO0jw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-3796525238797812516?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3796525238797812516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=3796525238797812516&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3796525238797812516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3796525238797812516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_07_29_archive.html#3796525238797812516' title='The Soloist'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-3206181009543096422</id><published>2009-07-26T22:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:58:23.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salute to my Blogging Buddies</title><content type='html'>Just sitting re-reading the blogs from my friends and family and I just love the differences we all have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Holly shares her garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teena shares her innermost thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryna shares world events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat (my sister) shares funny pics of cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy (my brother) shares the quest for the perfect burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda shares a great question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen shares her talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy shares nakedness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juls shares her memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy shares special occasions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana Cheryl  shares the word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindi shares her addiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen shares her adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah shares her faithfullness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some haven't shared for awhile, for their lives have been busy and contrary to popular belief it is actually summer and vacations are being taken,but I know they will be back and I will be ready to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me I share my thanks and salute my friends and families differences.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy checking your blogs daily. They make me laugh cry ponder but most of all they fill my heart with Joy as I am privy and blessed to be included in the sharing of your lives.&lt;br /&gt;The best part is&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow or perhaps days from now each one will share something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my Bits and Bites&lt;br /&gt;every reading is a &lt;strong&gt;whole new ballgame.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please tell me someone remembers that commercial)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-3206181009543096422?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3206181009543096422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=3206181009543096422&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3206181009543096422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3206181009543096422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_07_26_archive.html#3206181009543096422' title='Salute to my Blogging Buddies'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-5119178749259088290</id><published>2009-07-19T22:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:18:14.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son Has A Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My son couldn't wait to have his little girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is sooo Beautiful and Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Purebread Blue Dane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she has no name yet and is 8 weeks old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SmPZ08ox0NI/AAAAAAAAAuo/MZUWyoMf3PA/s1600-h/Momma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360367485154611410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SmPZ08ox0NI/AAAAAAAAAuo/MZUWyoMf3PA/s400/Momma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike and Momma (Tommie Girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SmPZ0-VZgqI/AAAAAAAAAug/pSv9qvJEGYA/s1600-h/053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360367485610197666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SmPZ0-VZgqI/AAAAAAAAAug/pSv9qvJEGYA/s400/053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and his pet family&lt;br /&gt;Cat (Yes thats it's name) Abby -Jean (on the blanket)&lt;br /&gt;Newest addition and Capone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SmPZ0h5tN2I/AAAAAAAAAuY/gfTanm3YWfM/s1600-h/065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360367477977855842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SmPZ0h5tN2I/AAAAAAAAAuY/gfTanm3YWfM/s400/065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is and yes her eyes are that blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SmPZ0W9AhOI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/hQmdhe0QqDc/s1600-h/041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360367475038913762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SmPZ0W9AhOI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/hQmdhe0QqDc/s400/041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleepy little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't what I had in mind but I'll take this one cause she is sooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-5119178749259088290?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5119178749259088290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=5119178749259088290&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5119178749259088290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5119178749259088290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_07_19_archive.html#5119178749259088290' title='My Son Has A Little Girl'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SmPZ08ox0NI/AAAAAAAAAuo/MZUWyoMf3PA/s72-c/Momma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-2778848838066517001</id><published>2009-07-02T23:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:53:20.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone is Sleeping In My Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the last 26 years of marriage Steve and I have a routine in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the routine changes one notices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not necessarily me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every morning (Unless I work at 8am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steve gets up goes downstairs has his breakfast and comes upstairs and showers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After his shower he comes into the bedroom to get dressed for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he is done he leans over the bed kisses me goodbye and leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of late our new addition comes upstairs meows as daddy has left her then watches him from the window as he drives away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She then hops from window to bed and cuddles with mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Purring her little heart out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning Steve did not kiss me goodbye and the sound that came from the cat was more of a something is wrong meow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I rolled over to comfort her and that is when I discovered what her problem was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sk18Hq0ss3I/AAAAAAAAAuI/xvGM6WhCBjk/s1600-h/P7020001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354072003209638770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sk18Hq0ss3I/AAAAAAAAAuI/xvGM6WhCBjk/s400/P7020001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 96lbs of Reggie in Daddies/Lizzies spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The nerve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously she was so upset she stomped down the stairs meowing all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-2778848838066517001?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2778848838066517001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=2778848838066517001&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/2778848838066517001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/2778848838066517001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_07_02_archive.html#2778848838066517001' title='Someone is Sleeping In My Bed'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sk18Hq0ss3I/AAAAAAAAAuI/xvGM6WhCBjk/s72-c/P7020001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-8293573745154743192</id><published>2009-07-01T10:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:20:36.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Canada Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SktwP0Y_mCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/VjLZLM9Cb_8/s1600-h/thumbnail%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353495999123789858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SktwP0Y_mCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/VjLZLM9Cb_8/s400/thumbnail%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have  a Safe and Wonderful Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;God Bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-8293573745154743192?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8293573745154743192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=8293573745154743192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/8293573745154743192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/8293573745154743192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8293573745154743192' title=''/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SktwP0Y_mCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/VjLZLM9Cb_8/s72-c/thumbnail%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-5695068826081997321</id><published>2009-06-30T11:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:59:30.018-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This has been on my heart'/><title type='text'>Your way or the Highway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever followed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who do you follow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man or God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When something is wrong with the picture what choice do you make?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you stick with the crowd or do you follow what is right in your heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so easy in situations in our lives to be swayed by the crowd,by their opinions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think we tend to do this because we fear rejection of man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps this is in our nature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What does God want us to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you taken the time to sit back and ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ran into a situation yesterday not of my own but of anothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I listened to what they had to say I was hearing what they were not saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were saying things have changed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also heard they had changed because of anothers opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although this was never stated out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This person was lost and couldn't see why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hadn't recognized that they were inadvertently choosing a belief or side that was not of their own but because of care and concern for the others hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were just being supportive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have all done this at one point or another in our lives and the odds we may do it again are great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proverbs 26:17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" He who passes by and meddles in a quarrel not his own is like one who takes a dog by the ears."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever grabbed a dog by the ears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have and the scars have been deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not from the bite but of the time I have missed with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People and places change over time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some for the better some not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but regardless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God wants us to put him first not man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you praise God because of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or praise despite of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are to do both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is life all about you and what you want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or is it about what God wants for your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it your way or the highway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or is it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His way and all the highways will be yours to travel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We miss being comfortable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hate it when friends change for better or worse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes they leave us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sometimes they come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps they leave for the greater good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or perhaps they leave because it's their way or the highway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regardless of their calling or choices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are missed in the family of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you do Gods work by lifting the hands of our leadership&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or do you rely on the man to lift your hands?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sko1N42mLCI/AAAAAAAAAt4/2wU1Y1m8gRM/s1600-h/angrydogpic%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353149619799206946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sko1N42mLCI/AAAAAAAAAt4/2wU1Y1m8gRM/s400/angrydogpic%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-5695068826081997321?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5695068826081997321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=5695068826081997321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5695068826081997321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5695068826081997321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_06_30_archive.html#5695068826081997321' title='Your way or the Highway'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sko1N42mLCI/AAAAAAAAAt4/2wU1Y1m8gRM/s72-c/angrydogpic%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-71232001564309746</id><published>2009-06-11T22:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:26:42.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Desert Stream Family Moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SjHEBYT2XMI/AAAAAAAAAs4/38BVXxgkHTc/s1600-h/stream%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346269760650108098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SjHEBYT2XMI/AAAAAAAAAs4/38BVXxgkHTc/s400/stream%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I witnessed one of Gods children at his finest. I won't say who but will give you a hint at the end of this post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was walking back to the staff room a gentleman was standing at the post office speaking boldly lovingly about His Lord and Saviour with such passion I could hear him half way down the isle. When I approached the back I could see people rolling their eyes in line behind him. The young lady at the counter was smiling politely and serving him and unbeknownst to the rest of the line he was serving God. I however knew and pride filled my heart knowing he was my brother in Christ and a fine member of the church I attended. I was connected to this man although we don't know each other on a personal level but a fellowship level.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This hit me right in my heart so hard I could hardly breathe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have the same Father and this was my brother standing there unashamed of our Dad.I immediately started praising our Father for giving me such a wonderful brother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One lady looked,rolled her eyes and mouthed Jesus freak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what did I do. I said Hello loudly,and then said to the lady That's my brother in Christ Praise God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hello Kiddo what a great day"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the story doesn't end there. Later on in the day I went back to the staff room punch out for the day and the young lady that was at the counter said Do you know that man,he is such a wonderful man and he sure loves God and isn't afraid to talk about him.There was another young lady sitting there and she said what did the man look like did he look like this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep you described him right and she began to tear up and said when he came to the front cash he stopped for a moment then looked and said God wanted me to tell you that you are a blessing and you are beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart was so filled with love for God as the young lady said I was having such a ick day and felt really down and worthless,this man made my day. Do you really think God told him to say that? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You bet sweetheart! and He will use even a stranger to let you know how much He loves you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She smiled and said I guess I have forgotten I think I should start thanking Him and praying to Him again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just when you think your day is just an average uneventful day God pops into Shoppers Drug Mart and says Hey just wanted to let you know I am here and  I Love You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankyou Father for remembering all of us even when we sometimes forget about you but most importantly thankyou for teaching us what true obedience is through our brothers and sisters in Christ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GLORY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-71232001564309746?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/71232001564309746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=71232001564309746&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/71232001564309746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/71232001564309746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_06_11_archive.html#71232001564309746' title='A Desert Stream Family Moment.'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SjHEBYT2XMI/AAAAAAAAAs4/38BVXxgkHTc/s72-c/stream%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-6756132396195478218</id><published>2009-06-06T22:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:45:16.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love this Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I just finished my first week back to work and I am in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not from the surgery but the lack of muscle use while I was off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stand all day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Neck back legs and even my arms are sore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My husband works much harder than I. He delivers freight in Picton all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He lifts and loads and unloads freight from 7:30- sometimes 6:30 at night Mon-Fri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The man has arthritis and gout in his knees and is constantly in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND YET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I arrived home tonight, he met me in the driveway and came and hugged me when I got out of the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was quite the sight as we were both limping and laughing towards eah other at our not so graceful aging process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was also BBQ-ing potatoes and porkchops and the garlic bread was ready to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He offered to pour me a drink  and when I walked into the house it was immaculate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He even borrowed pledge from the neighbour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And even with all he did today plus mow the lawn and walk the dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He took the time tonight and rubbed my back shoulders and feet while watching the hockey game because he knew I had a long first week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes we look for blessings in our lives and we can often tend to think they will be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big and Bold and Obvious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's the simplest acts of selflessness that are truly the Blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God has given me an amazing Blessing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and his name is Steve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I want for nothing more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SisiTLAxb_I/AAAAAAAAAsw/7DxdxMROJEo/s1600-h/1st+Birthday+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344403095574114290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SisiTLAxb_I/AAAAAAAAAsw/7DxdxMROJEo/s400/1st+Birthday+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-6756132396195478218?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6756132396195478218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=6756132396195478218&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/6756132396195478218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/6756132396195478218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_06_06_archive.html#6756132396195478218' title='I Love This Man'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SisiTLAxb_I/AAAAAAAAAsw/7DxdxMROJEo/s72-c/1st+Birthday+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-7568691076292953946</id><published>2009-06-03T22:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:45:52.880-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mackenzie Martin I Thank You'/><title type='text'>There are Candles and There are Stars</title><content type='html'>Every church has Candles and Stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candles can be our ushers,maintenance people,kitchen help. They are there in the background,unassumingly glowing gently as they serve the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars can be our Pastors,our Elders, they are in the forefront doing what they do best shine the light of God upon us as they too serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all heard the saying Children should be seen not heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an injustice this is to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children have plenty to say and are so filled with wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem sometimes is that children do not articulate as well as we would like them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We become frustrated and try to hurry them along in their thoughts and it is then we miss what they are really trying to say,we miss the profound wisdom that is within them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the other end of the spectrum children tend to think adults know all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we may be wiser sometimes due to experience but don't discount their experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things we have been through and can understand but now aday there are things we can only try and relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has changed since we were young and I pray that more will come to Christ and see that there is goodness in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was an amazing night at Junior High and Youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have helped lead for almost 2 years now and I have heard alot out of the mouths of these beautiful babes but most importantly I have been taught many things from the children of our church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was blessed to hear not only with my ears but with my heart Mackenzie Martins testimony of her personal moment with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She taught us all about LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breaking down of walls we may have that prevent us from loving fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that God can love us no matter what so why can't we love each other the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think you have it down pat a child speaks in a crowd and the doors of enlightenment and hope open up within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for Mackenzies courage,boldness and obedience for not only trusting Gods love in her and of her but to show us how much she loves us with a trusting heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you Mackenzie and thank you for speaking a message to not only my heart but to all that God placed in your path tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had the privelage of witnessing a beautiful star tonight and she shone so brightly many wept as the Holy Spirit filled us with words of love from this child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our children are the Stars of this world listen to what they have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you,you will be filled with wisdom age cannot give&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;God can through our most treasured gift.&lt;br /&gt;Our Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you Mackenzie and thank you for a night I will cherish in my heart always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-7568691076292953946?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7568691076292953946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=7568691076292953946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/7568691076292953946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/7568691076292953946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_06_03_archive.html#7568691076292953946' title='There are Candles and There are Stars'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-5468761283077158385</id><published>2009-05-31T21:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:08:38.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies night out PT2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this is not a confused Chevron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a strike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiMzJ3BYEmI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qNoe9Y3w2iI/s1600-h/P5300011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342169827473101410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiMzJ3BYEmI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qNoe9Y3w2iI/s400/P5300011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The strike belongs to this lovely lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiMzJjWlUHI/AAAAAAAAAsI/XWqCTz5mR48/s1600-h/P5300005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342169822193340530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiMzJjWlUHI/AAAAAAAAAsI/XWqCTz5mR48/s400/P5300005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bradonna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strikes a pose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the best strike of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiMx4BX9G_I/AAAAAAAAAsA/0lR2rCcbFz8/s1600-h/P5300020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342168421502884850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiMx4BX9G_I/AAAAAAAAAsA/0lR2rCcbFz8/s400/P5300020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the end of the night we all celebrated with good food and great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiMx3AQlxZI/AAAAAAAAArw/V-Oi5KNzYzY/s1600-h/P5300022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342168404023690642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiMx3AQlxZI/AAAAAAAAArw/V-Oi5KNzYzY/s400/P5300022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to spending more time with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ladies I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-5468761283077158385?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5468761283077158385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=5468761283077158385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5468761283077158385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5468761283077158385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_05_31_archive.html#5468761283077158385' title='Ladies night out PT2'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiMzJ3BYEmI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qNoe9Y3w2iI/s72-c/P5300011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-3232816735898317558</id><published>2009-05-30T23:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:21:06.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DSM Ladies Rock and Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here comes some wild ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiIBLTy5k0I/AAAAAAAAArg/mi1EcBjgWls/s1600-h/P5300019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341833401818780482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiIBLTy5k0I/AAAAAAAAArg/mi1EcBjgWls/s400/P5300019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Excuse me Ladies &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nudity is not permitted in the Bowling Alley&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiIBK5ppM0I/AAAAAAAAArY/xZ0OkcPpSfw/s1600-h/P5300016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341833394800636738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiIBK5ppM0I/AAAAAAAAArY/xZ0OkcPpSfw/s400/P5300016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The DSM Alley Cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiIBKi4hylI/AAAAAAAAArQ/cYOAqOssY5A/s1600-h/P5300013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341833388689050194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiIBKi4hylI/AAAAAAAAArQ/cYOAqOssY5A/s400/P5300013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Gals are in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;League&lt;/span&gt; of their own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341831916715155634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiH_03WmoLI/AAAAAAAAArI/8jXhGQwH0rw/s400/P5300010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I Scored!&lt;br /&gt;Five Hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; right through Mona's legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiH_0k-wGjI/AAAAAAAAArA/wYwCTi4yBvs/s1600-h/P5300009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341831911783275058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiH_0k-wGjI/AAAAAAAAArA/wYwCTi4yBvs/s400/P5300009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once was Lost and now am Found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was blind and now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still am get that camera out of my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiH_0ZPVK2I/AAAAAAAAAq4/KfexD5C5AMU/s1600-h/P5300021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341831908631587682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiH_0ZPVK2I/AAAAAAAAAq4/KfexD5C5AMU/s400/P5300021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-3232816735898317558?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3232816735898317558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=3232816735898317558&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3232816735898317558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3232816735898317558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_05_30_archive.html#3232816735898317558' title='DSM Ladies Rock and Bowl'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SiIBLTy5k0I/AAAAAAAAArg/mi1EcBjgWls/s72-c/P5300019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-8115937745992579353</id><published>2009-05-28T12:43:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:14:23.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking The Truth</title><content type='html'>I am having a moment here and yes I am actually in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel angry hurt and very dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should not write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should just go into prayer longer than I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should just ignore this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have something to say about open forums and what people have to say on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a free world and we have free speech and most importantly Free will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am choosing Free will right now because I believe this is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this as you please forgive me if you must but I implore you to think about what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a message from a very close friend today. When I saw it I cried ,became angry and then dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is aching right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a post that someone allowed on their facebook with disreguard for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private messages are for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your facebook is safe from the outside world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got rid of my facebook because of crap like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it appropriate for my friend to send this to me? You can be the judge of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before you decide know this,it was sent because we are in agreement always that we need to be in prayer for our friends every day.Even when we don't want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy wrote a post on Grace and it was brilliant and from the heart and I read it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What erks me is that we don't always realize there is a difference between Grace and Grace with enablement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing sides when friends have issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The He said /She said BS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;When a marriage breaks down there are two sides of the story. Yes it's difficult when they are your friends and want to vent. So what does one do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets face it we tend to want to choose sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on which story at the moment makes one more of a victim than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on we know it's true we have all done it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean we were never really a friend to the other partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it not say in the bible when a brother/sister sins we are to go to them and if they don't listen we are to go with another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does one do when you abide by the laws of God and they still don't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work very hard to extend grace from within yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really difficult at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't enable either party to walk around and hurt others be it willingly or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their issues can effect you wether one sees it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can become different and if you don't think people notice You are mistaken because they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize allowing cruel posts can effect your integrity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue then flows over to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this show our children, because they are watching our every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this show our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you now put them in a position of choosing your friendship over the conviction they perhaps may feel in their hearts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling conviction right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I am going to handle this. I am not sure and would love your advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously now, Is this really my issue to handle or yours or better yet theirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well because of the indescretion on public forums it has now become mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love and care for all parties involved and I see how it is effecting others around them including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hurt by the lack of compassion for others and it angers me that it is now flowing over and hurting my friends around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest part of all of this is we claim to be Christians and we spread the word and we love and extend Grace Blah Blah Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we can talk the talk but can we always walk the walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or do we choose our moments of Christianity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but I am so going to try even harder because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You/I/We are not the Judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we are being watched daily from the Highest judge of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for my bluntless&lt;br /&gt;My intention of this post is not to inflict pain or hurt on anyone it was to make us all think about what we allow to be posted on any public forum.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;To make us think, God extends Grace to us all and we need to follow in His suit regardless of our own personal feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak this because I have lived it and I tell you the truth when I say I chose accountability over enablement. I chose God over sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for His Grace and Mercy and Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I Praise Him in the Highest for giving me true friends who extended me Grace without enablement. For placing friends in my path that take accountability to the highest level.&lt;br /&gt;If they hadn't I would probably be posting crap like that too.&lt;br /&gt;Free Will Choose Wisely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-8115937745992579353?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8115937745992579353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=8115937745992579353&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/8115937745992579353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/8115937745992579353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_05_28_archive.html#8115937745992579353' title='Speaking The Truth'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-5252968417586773231</id><published>2009-05-24T22:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:12:58.017-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May 23 2009'/><title type='text'>A Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just one more pic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok go get ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ShoKXzWWi4I/AAAAAAAAAqA/0RPETs_dn0k/s1600-h/P5230002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339591712238373762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ShoKXzWWi4I/AAAAAAAAAqA/0RPETs_dn0k/s400/P5230002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whewww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bride hasn't arrived yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ShoKXmnQ6WI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9mvwaBVpCf8/s1600-h/P5230003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339591708819646818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ShoKXmnQ6WI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9mvwaBVpCf8/s400/P5230003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Beautiful Princesses: Chance and Jayna&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ShoKXcC5csI/AAAAAAAAApw/wVc7ifH9_Wc/s1600-h/P5230010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339591705982759618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ShoKXcC5csI/AAAAAAAAApw/wVc7ifH9_Wc/s400/P5230010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Official!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Congratulations Teena and Troy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ShoKXBANSSI/AAAAAAAAApo/PfcVV2T2ffw/s1600-h/P5230017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339591698723719458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ShoKXBANSSI/AAAAAAAAApo/PfcVV2T2ffw/s400/P5230017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The day was beautiful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Lord was present&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;May you both be blessed always&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-5252968417586773231?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5252968417586773231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=5252968417586773231&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5252968417586773231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5252968417586773231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_05_24_archive.html#5252968417586773231' title='A Special Day'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ShoKXzWWi4I/AAAAAAAAAqA/0RPETs_dn0k/s72-c/P5230002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-7262921475185138813</id><published>2009-05-19T22:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:32:22.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 26th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Remember your wedding day and how special it was.&lt;br /&gt;You wished the day would never end&lt;br /&gt;The first year went by fast and you could hardly believe you were starting on your second year. &lt;br /&gt;Oh so in love the honeymoon would never end.&lt;br /&gt;Then you were blessed with children and things did change.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights,smelling like baby spit-up was the only fragrance of choice&lt;br /&gt;and he didn't mind&lt;br /&gt;And just when the baby weight came off and sleep was your friend again you find yourself tired and mornings become nauseated.&lt;br /&gt;#2 is on it's way&lt;br /&gt;Repeat above cause here comes #3&lt;br /&gt;Time alone was far and few between&lt;br /&gt;I remember my 7Th anniversary. My mother watched the kids and I said I am kind of nervous going out.It's been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because I don't know what we will talk about mom"&lt;br /&gt;her reply&lt;br /&gt;"What all married couples talk about..... The kids"&lt;br /&gt;That we did, and as much as the anticipation of getting away from them for a few hours was strong, the anticipation to get back to them was even stronger.&lt;br /&gt;My mom laughed at me when we arrived home after about 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years came and a night away was planned.Funny how we think differently.I was uncomfortable leaving the kids Steve wasn't.Come morning I was relaxed and comfortable but Steve wasn't and so up we got and were home before lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Well Tomorrow May 20Th is our 26Th anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;Since the 10Th we have gone through the teenage stage, we became in laws and grandparents. We have had financial difficulties and admittedly at times lost that lovin feeling and just co-existed.We no longer felt we had many things in common.&lt;br /&gt;However&lt;br /&gt;The "Honeymoon" stage we thought was over has actually just begun.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the lingerie has changed :-) &lt;br /&gt;Oh come on ladies we all have our favourite flannel&lt;br /&gt;In the past 26 years we have &lt;br /&gt;laughed and we've cried.&lt;br /&gt;fought and made up&lt;br /&gt;respected and disrespected&lt;br /&gt;We have beat the odds of a teenage pregnancy turning it into a life long commitment&lt;br /&gt;all because of&lt;br /&gt;The Grace of God,The unconditional Love of God be it seen or unseen,felt or not.&lt;br /&gt;After all He loved us before we loved each other.&lt;br /&gt;He hand picked Steve just for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord. Good Choice! now for the next half of our lives could you please stop his snoring?&lt;br /&gt;By the way ladies I've never snored Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;The second half of my life with my husband has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;Now That's the honeymoon stage!&lt;br /&gt;Why because I am not just "in love" with my husband I LOVE MY HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever.&lt;br /&gt;In Sickness in Health&lt;br /&gt;For Richer or Poorer&lt;br /&gt;with snoring nights or not&lt;br /&gt;Till Death DO US Part&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;PS. I have Junior High tomorrow night and you have your ball game to finally watch in silence see you when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;Now that's Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are pictures of my Grandparents wedding day&lt;br /&gt;Followed by my Mother and Father's wedding day&lt;br /&gt;and finally how Steve and I look today after 26 years of marriage 3 kids and 3 Grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ShNnm4XS4CI/AAAAAAAAApY/qAT2-L3Af4Y/s1600-h/Photo066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337723901026951202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ShNnm4XS4CI/AAAAAAAAApY/qAT2-L3Af4Y/s400/Photo066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ShNnmngD-7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/DI9Ogr0-Iwo/s1600-h/Photo064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337723896500321202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ShNnmngD-7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/DI9Ogr0-Iwo/s400/Photo064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ShNnmTKVSiI/AAAAAAAAApI/-0X4pIlNqIE/s1600-h/HPIM0420%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337723891040471586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ShNnmTKVSiI/AAAAAAAAApI/-0X4pIlNqIE/s400/HPIM0420%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-7262921475185138813?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7262921475185138813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=7262921475185138813&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/7262921475185138813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/7262921475185138813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_05_19_archive.html#7262921475185138813' title='Our 26th Anniversary'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ShNnm4XS4CI/AAAAAAAAApY/qAT2-L3Af4Y/s72-c/Photo066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-1205913200217502397</id><published>2009-05-16T22:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:35:13.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was 17 going on 18</title><content type='html'>Oh a blast from the past.&lt;br /&gt;This was sent to me from my Aunt Daphne in England.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe I was a mother of a 1 year old?&lt;br /&gt;Better yet?&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe those pants and hair?&lt;br /&gt;I showed Steve this picture and he said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I remember those pants and I also remember hating them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to which I replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really!Cause I thoughtI looked hot in them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remind me again of the world you live in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband so much he cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sg9yEQp0SII/AAAAAAAAAoo/o7jljZNrmPs/s1600-h/Photo072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336609500972730498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sg9yEQp0SII/AAAAAAAAAoo/o7jljZNrmPs/s400/Photo072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-1205913200217502397?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1205913200217502397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=1205913200217502397&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/1205913200217502397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/1205913200217502397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_05_16_archive.html#1205913200217502397' title='I was 17 going on 18'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sg9yEQp0SII/AAAAAAAAAoo/o7jljZNrmPs/s72-c/Photo072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-582275033649774901</id><published>2009-05-15T12:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:47:18.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May 15 2009 To Be Blessed or not to be Blessed</title><content type='html'>21 years ago today I was blessed with my third child David.&lt;br /&gt;David is my Bob Newhart of the family. Very dry sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;This pic was 2 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sg29es5CukI/AAAAAAAAAog/LZOSowASnD8/s1600-h/100_0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336129468648045122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sg29es5CukI/AAAAAAAAAog/LZOSowASnD8/s400/100_0202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is David this morning with his best friend Chantelle since Grade 7&lt;br /&gt;Chantelle is a blessing in Daves life and ours.She turned 21 on the 13th of this month.&lt;br /&gt;She keeps him in line and we joke about her being the bossy wife.&lt;br /&gt;"Hurry up Dave if you want me to take you for lunch"&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken in the bathroom as Dave was trying to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for Dave he was dressed when she barged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sg29egC7siI/AAAAAAAAAoY/rynGQ4b5ZqM/s1600-h/P5150003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336129465199866402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sg29egC7siI/AAAAAAAAAoY/rynGQ4b5ZqM/s400/P5150003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is not a blessing that God has bestowed upon me.The art of Baking.Getting the lumps out of the cake by hand because your hand mixer is gone awol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When life hands you lemons you make lemonade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When hand mixers go awol you use.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sg29ef6EwPI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/50dhx5p_B0E/s1600-h/P5150005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336129465162711282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sg29ef6EwPI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/50dhx5p_B0E/s400/P5150005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However God has a sense of humour 2 blenders wrong top. By the way the ShamWow doesn't clean up cake mix.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With all this being said this is my favourite day as Dave only likes home made cakes and every year I mess it up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last year I ripped the top off the cake trying to ice it. I cried because I really wanted to make it perfect. I told my son that I really tried hard and that to remember when he saw it that I made it out of love for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and when he saw it his response was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"LOVE!  Oh that's just great mom now it's too sweet"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh I can't wait for his one liner this year and No I am not showing you the outcome,but I am looking forward to another moment with him laughing as we always do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, while writing this I realized failing home-ec is a blessing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's just in disguise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday Dave&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope that's not too sweet for your liking and you like the way I wrote Happy Birthday with my fingers in the icing. Not beneath me ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-582275033649774901?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/582275033649774901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=582275033649774901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/582275033649774901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/582275033649774901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_05_15_archive.html#582275033649774901' title='May 15 2009 To Be Blessed or not to be Blessed'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sg29es5CukI/AAAAAAAAAog/LZOSowASnD8/s72-c/100_0202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-2050660192935004845</id><published>2009-05-11T23:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:20:48.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on the Previous Post...Questions</title><content type='html'>I love the comments about what you see in these photos.&lt;br /&gt;From Fluffy Pom Poms to Jack in the Beanstock.&lt;br /&gt;From Eww a Bee to an ants perspective.&lt;br /&gt;From a great hum of a song to a scary one Hahahahaha Holly too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;First off it's the same plant.Different angle.&lt;br /&gt;I love the second one with the thorns the best.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of my walk with Christ. That was my immediate thought when I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it reflects every Christians walk?&lt;br /&gt;The stem is our path&lt;br /&gt;The thorns our obstacles&lt;br /&gt;But look past them looking up and what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful blue sky&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;The obtainable light from the darkness below,the light that directs our hearts to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;but careful now.......Keep focussed on the beauty of the light for we are not there yet as hovering ever so quietly to your top right of the picture is the bee. (2nd pic) look closely you can see it's belly.&lt;br /&gt;Is it just a bee or satan trying to sting our happy thoughts of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Do we always know the difference?&lt;br /&gt;Notice it is hovering on the beautiful purple flower. (1st pic)&lt;br /&gt;The pretty purple flower to me conveyed temptation.&lt;br /&gt;Are all things beautiful good for us?&lt;br /&gt;Would you reach out blindly and pick that flower discounting the power the little bee has?&lt;br /&gt;How many of us have just reached out and have gotten stung?&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to constantly keep focussed when temptation comes a callin but fortunately for us the bee is no match for the Epi Pen we carry with us in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Every day we will face the thorns and the bee, but, where there is the will there is .........&lt;br /&gt;TheWay&lt;br /&gt;The Truth&lt;br /&gt;The Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-2050660192935004845?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2050660192935004845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=2050660192935004845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/2050660192935004845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/2050660192935004845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_05_11_archive.html#2050660192935004845' title='Thoughts on the Previous Post...Questions'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-907526376318405497</id><published>2009-05-07T12:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:33:34.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of Curiosity'/><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I took these pictures last summer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My questions are, describe what you see and how it makes you feel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am interested in how photographs make us feel visually, emotionally and even spiritually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My thought process to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SgMIwYcmEqI/AAAAAAAAAoA/9ZHCf1OfutA/s1600-h/P8130256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333116011025928866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SgMIwYcmEqI/AAAAAAAAAoA/9ZHCf1OfutA/s400/P8130256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SgMIwAoJTtI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Wi8RBnc6vOs/s1600-h/P8130249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333116004631924434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SgMIwAoJTtI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Wi8RBnc6vOs/s400/P8130249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-907526376318405497?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/907526376318405497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=907526376318405497&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/907526376318405497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/907526376318405497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_05_07_archive.html#907526376318405497' title='Questions'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SgMIwYcmEqI/AAAAAAAAAoA/9ZHCf1OfutA/s72-c/P8130256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-101063255232289110</id><published>2009-04-27T10:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:30:04.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simplicity of Beauty'/><title type='text'>The Wonders of the World Await</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Come to me like a Child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh how we tend to forget as we get older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where does that passion for the smallest of wonders go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are we so into mans world we forget the simplest of creations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have we lost the ability to appreciate the smallest of creation once discovered as a child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I desire to be full of wonder again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I no longer want to appreciate because of the obvious beauty that surrounds us,but to discover the beauty once again in all things we sometimes take for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is my Grandson Owen. His first discovery of a Badybug. Yes a Badybug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God always thinks big and starts small,creating beauty in it's true form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Simplicity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SfXH4wtmTNI/AAAAAAAAAno/GuJLHJjn2iA/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329385512025607378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SfXH4wtmTNI/AAAAAAAAAno/GuJLHJjn2iA/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SfXH4o9TKQI/AAAAAAAAAng/7gW_CHxRv9U/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329385509943978242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SfXH4o9TKQI/AAAAAAAAAng/7gW_CHxRv9U/s400/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-101063255232289110?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/101063255232289110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=101063255232289110&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/101063255232289110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/101063255232289110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_04_27_archive.html#101063255232289110' title='The Wonders of the World Await'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SfXH4wtmTNI/AAAAAAAAAno/GuJLHJjn2iA/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-7922543980020796516</id><published>2009-04-11T11:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:19:31.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of the Three Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SeC027TSVjI/AAAAAAAAAnY/rYR3QiKejpc/s1600-h/legendofthreetrees1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SeC027TSVjI/AAAAAAAAAnY/rYR3QiKejpc/s400/legendofthreetrees1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323453615276447282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;THREE TREES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said,  'Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with  gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate  carving and everyone would see the beauty.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then the second tree said, 'Someday I will be a mighty ship. I  will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to  the corners of  the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the  strength of my  hull.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finally the third tree said, 'I want to grow to be the tallest and  straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top  of the  Hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens  and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest  tree of all time  and people will always remember me.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After a few years of praying that their dreams would come  true,  a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to  the first tree  he said, 'This looks like a strong tree, I think I  should be able to  sell the wood to a carpenter, 'and he began cutting it  down. The tree  was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make  him into a  treasure chest. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At the second tree the woodsman said, 'This looks like a strong  tree. I should be able to sell it to the shipyard.' The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would  not come true. One of the Woodsmen said, 'I don't need anything special from my tree, I'll take this one,' and he cut it down.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat.  His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The third tree was cut into large pieces, and left alone in the dark.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn.  She gave  birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that  was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep.  While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and He stood and said 'Peace' and the Storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it.  When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be  going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, God will give you great gifts.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined.  We don't always know what God's plans are for us.  We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-7922543980020796516?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7922543980020796516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=7922543980020796516&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/7922543980020796516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/7922543980020796516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_04_11_archive.html#7922543980020796516' title='Tale of the Three Trees'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SeC027TSVjI/AAAAAAAAAnY/rYR3QiKejpc/s72-c/legendofthreetrees1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-8887411147672235216</id><published>2009-04-09T23:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:43:54.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John 14:27 Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>"Peace I leave with you.My peace I give to you.I do not give to you as the world gives.Your heart must not be troubled or fearful." John 14:27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter always gives me mixed emotions.Sad knowing what Jesus went through for us and Joyful that He loved us soo much that He was willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading tonight I came across this passage and thought of the movie Pay it Forward.&lt;br /&gt;God gave us the gift of His son&lt;br /&gt;Jesus gave us the gift of Peace and Eternal Life.&lt;br /&gt;We can give the world the gift of  His  &lt;strong&gt;"UNDYING"&lt;/strong&gt; Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise be to God in the Highest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xi0yLRX4d2M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xi0yLRX4d2M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-8887411147672235216?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8887411147672235216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=8887411147672235216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/8887411147672235216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/8887411147672235216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_04_09_archive.html#8887411147672235216' title='John 14:27 Happy Easter'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-2836217524769583883</id><published>2009-04-07T11:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:26:33.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does Your Wedding Dress Look Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sharing a dream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sdt1nLdYb0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/5SXMIGCqEWA/s1600-h/2250062746_8d16849d1f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321976700619747138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sdt1nLdYb0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/5SXMIGCqEWA/s400/2250062746_8d16849d1f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With being off I promised I would write in my journal but I have been delaying for whatever reason. Talking to my cousin today I was telling her about the wonderful visions/dreams I have been having. I say vision as it starts as I rest and continues in my sleep. I 've decided to share this particular one with you as it has now become a daily thought, sometime brief and other days consuming and very visual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of us have pictured our dresses since we were little girls. My dress wasn't that, it was a pink 3/4 length skirt with a white blouse because we were married at the Justice of the Peace in Century place almost 26 years ago. I chose that because I was afraid of looking silly in a mall in a wedding gown.No regrets just laughter now at the ensemble and how young we both were. I was 20 Steve was 22&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sdt8B39xNQI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4aWD4jgyvKE/s1600-h/CCF04072009_00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321983756313113858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sdt8B39xNQI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4aWD4jgyvKE/s400/CCF04072009_00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In My dream I saw myself sewing my wedding dress. I had to laugh as I failed home-ec so this had to be a nightmare waiting to happen. It wasn't it was really rather beautiful. As I lie partially awake I thought what the heck is this all about and tried to think of something else,but to no avail. Apparently I was going to be sewing this dress all night long and surprisingly the rest of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was the feeling I had as I sat on this old wooden stool sewing. It was peaceful and serene.The surroundings reminded me of Sleeping Beauty but without the spinningwheel. The thread I was using was silver and I was sewing from the inside out. Some stitches were perfect and others needed to be pulled out and done over. This was a constant happening and yet there was no frustration within in me. There was only determination smothered in patience. Me patient! It had to be someone else sewing. The dress was very plain just white crisp cotton nothing special at all,no frills no beading just white. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I awoke I had this overwhelming feeling this was about the Fruit of the Spirit.Every stitch was a lesson a new way of Life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were Threads of Truth and Honesty,Threads of Love,Threads of Forgiveness,Threads of Repentance but most importantly Threads of Forgiveness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was I alone sewing my dress? I don't think so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was my dress as a bride of Christ. This dress had to be perfect and ready for the day I meet my Groom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know now I will be sewing daily till my wedding day and I strive to have all stitching just perfect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My question: What does your Wedding Dress look like? Remember One does not have to be married to prepare for her wedding day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for the ending. This plain white dress turned into beauty beyond description.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A hand reached down and covered it in the most beautiful beading,diamonds rubies,saphires,emeralds all stitched with the most beautifull silver threading.&lt;br /&gt;I was at total peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note: As I was sharing this with my cousin today she got very quiet and said she felt the Lord was speaking to her she told me that her brother had a chemical burn on his foot and has to go to the hospital for treatment weekly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know what they put on his burn for healing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SILVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-2836217524769583883?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2836217524769583883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=2836217524769583883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/2836217524769583883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/2836217524769583883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_04_07_archive.html#2836217524769583883' title='What Does Your Wedding Dress Look Like'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sdt1nLdYb0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/5SXMIGCqEWA/s72-c/2250062746_8d16849d1f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-660486276595250462</id><published>2009-04-04T12:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:38:34.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelina Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Praise God in the Highest!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just received an email on my 2nd cousin Angelina. My last post in February stated that her little vocal cords had been damaged and she was only making little squeaks. Angelina will be 1year old this month.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well she went for a visit to Grandma and Grandpa (My Aunt and Uncles home)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was their first visit as it is a distance away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well the family was so excited they were coming 14 of them gathered to see her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With 14 people in the house you know there is going to be lots of noise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Angelinas home it is quiet very rarely is the televison or radio on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the noise around her was going on she took in a breath and a noise came out of her mouth. All were amazed and then Praise God she started jibbering away like crazy. The stimulation of her surroundings enabled her to gab away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She wanted to join in the family conversation How Obvious :-) Nobody likes to be left out of good family fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the weekend my Aunt Daphne called later in the week and she could hear Angelina cooing up a storm in the background.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It struck me as I was reading her email that Gods timing is always perfect. It is we that are in such a hurry for an answere a miracle or to hear a word from Him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are His children and part of the best family ever why wouldn't He want this miracle to happen in the midst of the most precious place ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A loving home surrounded by family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a great Father we have giving gifts to His children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Lord for your perfect timing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And thank you all for keeping my little cousin in your prayers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-660486276595250462?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/660486276595250462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=660486276595250462&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/660486276595250462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/660486276595250462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_04_04_archive.html#660486276595250462' title='Angelina Update'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-8482246151770424299</id><published>2009-03-30T21:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:26:26.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mona the Film Critic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.impawards.com/2008/posters/seven_pounds.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.impawards.com/2008/seven_pounds.html&amp;amp;usg=__8QYZHWxmOaaLR74ddz1S7tu6PVM=&amp;amp;h=755&amp;amp;w=508&amp;amp;sz=59&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=5&amp;amp;sig2=G04AzfU1DVTZGlFRIQRxfg&amp;amp;tbnid=h7nP-CqOhbnmdM:&amp;amp;tbnh=142&amp;amp;tbnw=96&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DSeven%2BPounds%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4ADBF_enCA252CA253&amp;amp;ei=54XRSfyWKJrsnQf594zJBQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well Ladies in the past 5 weeks I have watched many a movie. My family are real movie critics.Steve and I took film study in highschool and our children have followed suit. When the Gilbeys watch movies we tend to watch every aspect of them,from the scenery to subtle movements or objects that play perhaps an underlying signifigance in telling the story.Then afterwards we tend to discuss, sometimes in depth till an argument ensues. Imagine being in our household on those evenings. I personally love to watch movies that way so every hidden meaning unfolds. A downfall perhaps at times but for those who know me well you can see why people say I think way too much. I just enjoy every aspect of every movie, conversation, life in general. I hope you all enjoy my reviews and let me know what you think about these movies if you have seen them. If you enjoy this post I will post weekly on other movies from past watchings to present. If there is a particular movie you think I should watch let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SdGGQNQGP5I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/AcspGEw7HTM/s1600-h/4XCHGKCAWQ30ZMCAKRS1SVCA7I0HIWCAZ4KWGFCAMIAMV2CAQO54RCCAI1APMOCAVJR8WMCALFL10TCAK457CZCAPZLF02CAFTMVZBCAPU1192CAPX8K4ECAZ7OPHVCA771KI0CAR7N3X3CAKXGV3WCA2AMNIH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319180247894474642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SdGGQNQGP5I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/AcspGEw7HTM/s400/4XCHGKCAWQ30ZMCAKRS1SVCA7I0HIWCAZ4KWGFCAMIAMV2CAQO54RCCAI1APMOCAVJR8WMCALFL10TCAK457CZCAPZLF02CAFTMVZBCAPU1192CAPX8K4ECAZ7OPHVCA771KI0CAR7N3X3CAKXGV3WCA2AMNIH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seven Pounds: Finally a movie I was not expecting. Very different story line and yet somewhat predictable if you watch carefully within the first minute of the movie.Symbolism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will Smith can do no wrong in my books. Even if one of his movies is terrible his performance is always good. Mr. Smith did not let me down once again.  The story line truly tugs at your heartstrings.  Doing what one man thinks is right and how he goes about atoning for his sins but in the end it left me wondering if his actual way was a sin in itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brief sex scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not innapropriate for teens but watch with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Two Thumbs Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SdF5tpVfF3I/AAAAAAAAAmI/ZkB0q_rrYio/s1600-h/ZL8W9OCA6HL9HHCA94CUDPCALB1P6ECAVKISIACABX5M2SCAKSOXSGCA7R37Y8CA0E4KZNCAIBRQ56CAII8V5JCA00ME9TCAG8C930CA6Z47XRCA53P3ZMCAGLOALQCA74MYW8CA4G1BH1CA5XE09XCAGZF0B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319166459998312306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SdF5tpVfF3I/AAAAAAAAAmI/ZkB0q_rrYio/s400/ZL8W9OCA6HL9HHCA94CUDPCALB1P6ECAVKISIACABX5M2SCAKSOXSGCA7R37Y8CA0E4KZNCAIBRQ56CAII8V5JCA00ME9TCAG8C930CA6Z47XRCA53P3ZMCAGLOALQCA74MYW8CA4G1BH1CA5XE09XCAGZF0B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Wrestler: If you or your man are looking for action then don't waste the rent. This is an amazing character study of two people. It delves into their insecurities of life and who they have become to survive, only to discover that with each other they can love as themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sex and violence not appropriate for young ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Two thumbs up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SdF5tQwBvhI/AAAAAAAAAmA/UknXVbRUWCU/s1600-h/SRD7KPCAO1ZQXDCA1SLSRRCAHAW678CA27TQOPCAHR0JYQCAQHAPBKCAE2WFIECA7S3658CA6SC4ENCA9V0U27CAEUIAVOCA136UCICAI599MGCAM6J5DTCABKQST1CA0FK5KUCAYB6UHYCATW7NZ3CA0764DH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319166453398748690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SdF5tQwBvhI/AAAAAAAAAmA/UknXVbRUWCU/s400/SRD7KPCAO1ZQXDCA1SLSRRCAHAW678CA27TQOPCAHR0JYQCAQHAPBKCAE2WFIECA7S3658CA6SC4ENCA9V0U27CAEUIAVOCA136UCICAI599MGCAM6J5DTCABKQST1CA0FK5KUCAYB6UHYCATW7NZ3CA0764DH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Slum Dog Millionaire: Worth all 8 Academy awards. This a portrayal of a young man and his destiny. Through trials and tribulations he stays true to himself and his one true love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The filming was brilliant and heart wrenching seeing the slums of Pakistan. Blew me away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slow at first with subtitles but persevere and the story unfolds between his relationship with his brother and the relationship with this young mans love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some violence. Young teens could watch with parental guidance that's if they can get through the subtitles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brilliant: Two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SdF5taysi-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/WXEK162OfL0/s1600-h/KKRTMQCAT9RB3FCAQE2XRMCA5RZWEJCA96VSR8CAQR8390CA9XJGFMCAAQHIVXCA27ZLTWCA7I9BV5CA5E575BCAF7JYCBCAYW3LUWCAR15RYACAOTQMARCAQFI4ITCA93QUA0CAP8NKP8CAOH0A5FCA0LRU3G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319166456094297058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SdF5taysi-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/WXEK162OfL0/s400/KKRTMQCAT9RB3FCAQE2XRMCA5RZWEJCA96VSR8CAQR8390CA9XJGFMCAAQHIVXCA27ZLTWCA7I9BV5CA5E575BCAF7JYCBCAYW3LUWCAR15RYACAOTQMARCAQFI4ITCA93QUA0CAP8NKP8CAOH0A5FCA0LRU3G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh Milk, Sean Penn in one of his best performances ever. This is the true story of Harvey Milk a gay activist the becomes elected to government. A heart wrenching story of his life and how the country viewed gays in the 70's. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a personal note: As a christian it is the sin that is wrong but one could not help but to be taken back by the strength and determination of one man. I admire this man's determination to stand by what he felt was right regardless of the ridicule and persecution of his lifestyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His story needed to be told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Violence and explicit sex scenes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not appropriate for children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had 3 thumbs they would be way up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SdF5szveiiI/AAAAAAAAAlw/WqlMkQJ-NI8/s1600-h/images%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319166445611813410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SdF5szveiiI/AAAAAAAAAlw/WqlMkQJ-NI8/s400/images%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Twilight: The Romeo and Juliette of Vampires. This is not a horror film in anyway but a forbidden love story. Definately geered for the teens. Some violence but no sex in this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read all 4 books in the series and they were all very captivating. Stefanie Meyers geered this to her tween/teen audience. Not unlike many of the young ladies who have read these books I too was enthralled by Edward the main character. He stays true to his Prince Charming persona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give this 1 thumb up only as the movie had a low budget and some subtle key points were left out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suggest mom and dad watch this first not because of the love story but for the fact that we are dealing with Vampires and this may not be appropriate material in some homes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-8482246151770424299?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8482246151770424299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=8482246151770424299&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/8482246151770424299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/8482246151770424299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_03_30_archive.html#8482246151770424299' title='Mona the Film Critic.'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SdGGQNQGP5I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/AcspGEw7HTM/s72-c/4XCHGKCAWQ30ZMCAKRS1SVCA7I0HIWCAZ4KWGFCAMIAMV2CAQO54RCCAI1APMOCAVJR8WMCALFL10TCAK457CZCAPZLF02CAFTMVZBCAPU1192CAPX8K4ECAZ7OPHVCA771KI0CAR7N3X3CAKXGV3WCA2AMNIH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-392983229061405395</id><published>2009-03-18T23:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:35:48.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Sickness And In Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ScG3IXZb5jI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ngtgTVIMkww/s1600-h/371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314730389621433906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ScG3IXZb5jI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ngtgTVIMkww/s400/371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I"m not healthy and he is just plain sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that's the true meaning of In sickness and in health in my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww the test of almost 26 years of marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you all know I have had surgery so needless to say I am not feeling up to par.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stomach has been cut from hip to hip and that beautiful man that I am standing with enjoys making me laugh and cry at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously though I never thought the day would come when my husband would have to shower me,dress me and help me up on the doctors table during an appointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I sleep I feel his presence over me and he gently feels my forehead to check if I'm ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There have been moments of total humiliation and yet he never says a word and just loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However in between these moments his humour comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Examples of this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I woke up and there he was and he looked at me and said just checkin to see if you were breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you still are guess I don't get my couch back anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point I was starting to get spasms in my legs so he decided to get me some heat packs and rub my calves. How sweet Right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the midst of it he says to me where's Lizzie? (our cat) to which I replied outside suddenly he jumps up and says Good Lord is that your legs! I thought the cat was under the blankets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then promptly handed me the pillow to place over my stomach while I laughed till my stomach couldn't take it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you feel the Love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could cause that's my man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say laughter is the best medicine and when he gets me going till tears run down my face he looks at me and says no pain no gain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear some days he is trying to kill me with humour and I suspect as I am still pondering the true meaning of In sickness and in health he has moved on to Till Death do us Part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am truly Blessed with a wonderful caring funny man and I praise God daily for choosing Steve before I did to be my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our Sickness of mind and in Health of our bodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until Death Do Us part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-392983229061405395?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/392983229061405395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=392983229061405395&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/392983229061405395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/392983229061405395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_03_18_archive.html#392983229061405395' title='In Sickness And In Health'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ScG3IXZb5jI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ngtgTVIMkww/s72-c/371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-4746962298908613462</id><published>2009-03-02T01:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T02:21:25.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sat7NuqnlwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/K1yVLy_09Vc/s1600-h/P2260006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308472061581563650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sat7NuqnlwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/K1yVLy_09Vc/s400/P2260006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say at one point we begin to look like our pets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off who exactly are "they"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and secondly who are "they" to be right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am home and very sore. And yes I sit like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is 2:02am the wee early hours of March 2nd and I cannot seem to sleep as I can't get comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surgery went well. I was in the operating room for almost 5 hours as apparently my body had gone farther south than Portabackyarda, which is where Steve and I vacation every summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve has been amazing this past few days but that is another post I am working on called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Sickness and In Health. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to thank you all for your prayers,calls emails flowers and visits to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am blessed with such good friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the pain killers are starting to kick in and I am going to head back to the trusty couch and attempt to seek comfort while the sweet sweet sound of Anderson Cooper from CNN sings me to sleep with another foreclosure lullaby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-4746962298908613462?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4746962298908613462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=4746962298908613462&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/4746962298908613462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/4746962298908613462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_03_02_archive.html#4746962298908613462' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/Sat7NuqnlwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/K1yVLy_09Vc/s72-c/P2260006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-3607839041957237136</id><published>2009-02-19T23:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:26:10.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blessing of Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SZ7gx35tTfI/AAAAAAAAAlY/6g06nbQPEpI/s1600-h/101_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304924558513229298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SZ7gx35tTfI/AAAAAAAAAlY/6g06nbQPEpI/s400/101_0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday Night was a very special night in my life and one I will always hold dear to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been blessed with being able to assist and teach the Junior Highs of our church&lt;br /&gt;These children are very close to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all affectionately call me GrandMo as I am the oldest at 52 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right Brittany hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The children in these past few weeks have been excited about doing devotionals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all have been fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursdays devotional was on Healing through Faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brittany McFaul chose to do the devotional as on Tuesday I will be going into hospital for a hysterectomy/ bladder lift basically a gettin up there overhaul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brittany's devotional was amazing, she spoke of being healed by His stripes and about having faith in the Lords healing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did a wonderful job presenting her devotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Britt even anticipated my apprehension and a tad bit of fear and ensured me all will be just fine for God is taking care of me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Even when you don't feel His presence Grandmo,He is there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gentle reminder when fear can sometimes over shadow Faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The children shared with us their experiences of when God had healed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow Praise God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Britt asked her peers to be intercessors for me when I might feel to tired or too sore to pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of this she asked me to sit in the middle of the room and gathered the others around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There I recieved many prayers for a speedy recovery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love these children so much and I recieved their prayers with a truly believing heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fear was gone for I truly knew in my heart that I would never be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Holy Spirit filled me with not only His love but theirs as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The children of our church are so amazing and their pure hearted faith alone is a testimony we should all experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just watch them sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what caught my attention the first time I attended Desert Stream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It blew me away the passion for God that emminated from our Youth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessed are the Children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Britt for such a wonderful night in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Thankyou Junior Highs for your unconditional Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love you guys very much and will miss you over these next few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-3607839041957237136?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3607839041957237136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=3607839041957237136&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3607839041957237136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3607839041957237136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_02_19_archive.html#3607839041957237136' title='The Blessing of Children'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SZ7gx35tTfI/AAAAAAAAAlY/6g06nbQPEpI/s72-c/101_0549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-7236800367230298261</id><published>2009-02-17T21:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:51:47.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enthusiasm 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SZtynxCsPHI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/zMmQ5EFydWs/s1600-h/enthusiasm%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303959013663980658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SZtynxCsPHI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/zMmQ5EFydWs/s400/enthusiasm%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SZtynvAIoTI/AAAAAAAAAlI/aNAOnZnk4Tg/s1600-h/enthusiasm%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303959013116387634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SZtynvAIoTI/AAAAAAAAAlI/aNAOnZnk4Tg/s400/enthusiasm%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you Father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was browsing the blogs as I do several times in the evening and  was inspired by Holly's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Holly has a passion for gardening and I enjoy seeing her pictures throughout the Spring and summer seasons and watching her garden grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her anticipation and enthusiasm for Newness in all things beit flowers or growth in the Lord inspires me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Holly I feel that from you between each line of your writings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got thinking what am I truly enthusiastic about in my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to say the only thing I could think of was the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not a bad thing at all as that is where I am in my life right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However I hope I can find something in this secular world that I am this enthusiastic and passioned filled with as much as my spiritual growth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perhaps writing, I do enjoy that but don't take the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Admittedly a bit fearful of writing my thoughts down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those who know me,know I have many  uncontrolled thoughts that just seem to be shot from the hip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I am going to try and capture these down in a journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey who knows maybe a best seller one day. Just hope it's not in the horror section hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I ask this question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What are you enthusiastic about doing in 2009?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-7236800367230298261?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7236800367230298261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=7236800367230298261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/7236800367230298261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/7236800367230298261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_02_17_archive.html#7236800367230298261' title='Enthusiasm 2009'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SZtynxCsPHI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/zMmQ5EFydWs/s72-c/enthusiasm%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-114541591856814401</id><published>2009-02-12T23:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:55:18.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100th post and worth the walk'/><title type='text'>Joyful Joyful... Thinking Of My Mom</title><content type='html'>Well these past 10 days have been a really freeing experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's taken many a year but I learned 10 days ago there was a difference between forgiveness and holding on to offense.&lt;br /&gt;Praise God the two finally connected.&lt;br /&gt;I have done both.&lt;br /&gt;I should be posting the video Thick as a Brick  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;However my heart is so filled with Joy in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;His timing is always perfect and should not be questioned.&lt;br /&gt;Learned that one too.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway sitting here enjoying some worship music and it hit me really hard that I wish I could share this moment of revelation with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;Heart feeling a tad heavy and once again the Lord placed this one word in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHOOPIE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it hit me Sister Act.&lt;br /&gt;My mother loved these movies and I swear she thought she was Whoopie.&lt;br /&gt;Well she is now, in the presence of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Pat and Jeremy I know you are picturing this and giggling like we always did.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're both in an uproar :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God and Mom&lt;br /&gt;This ones for you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving me Joy.&lt;br /&gt;You Go Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_c_MHkba5c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_c_MHkba5c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-114541591856814401?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114541591856814401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=114541591856814401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/114541591856814401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/114541591856814401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_02_12_archive.html#114541591856814401' title='Joyful Joyful... Thinking Of My Mom'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-4505889833408089194</id><published>2009-02-08T21:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:16:39.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reinhard Bonnke&apos;s Quote'/><title type='text'>Powerful Statement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SY-dRjPxFJI/AAAAAAAAAlA/25JtBJYsfCA/s1600-h/73752~Head-of-Christ-circa-1890-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300628211283072146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SY-dRjPxFJI/AAAAAAAAAlA/25JtBJYsfCA/s400/73752~Head-of-Christ-circa-1890-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The Creation of the world cost God nothing,but the creation of the gospel cost Him everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It cost Him His only begotten Son."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Studying for my ISOM exam tomorrow and teared up reading this statement.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It just so happens it was the section on the power of the Holy Spirit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What an awsome God we have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I have moments when the comprehension of this fact is needed and  welcomed with open arms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Followed always with tears of Joy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thankyou Father God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-4505889833408089194?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4505889833408089194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=4505889833408089194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/4505889833408089194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/4505889833408089194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_02_08_archive.html#4505889833408089194' title='Powerful Statement'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SY-dRjPxFJI/AAAAAAAAAlA/25JtBJYsfCA/s72-c/73752~Head-of-Christ-circa-1890-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-9007335090720758148</id><published>2009-02-03T23:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:31:54.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months Later.... Angelina Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SYkVqlRCqPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/yWCPwK9mOCY/s1600-h/125_2576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298790257880377586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SYkVqlRCqPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/yWCPwK9mOCY/s400/125_2576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh My How the Lord is Sooooo Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an update on Angelina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina is my second cousin she was born April 11th 2008 only 24 weeks and 6 days into moms pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may remember my post for prayers for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 59 days old she required heart surgery as she had chronic lung disease. The surgery was to help her breathe properly without a ventilator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She managed to get off the vent but has another breathing aparatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 10 months of her life she spent 138 days in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgery for some reason has damaged her little vocal cords so she just makes little squeaks but we are praying into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe one day she will be able to speak as well as you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feeling is this child will have lots to say when she grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina weighs a whopping 14lbs now and as you can see by her smile she is truly being taken care of by our Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a little doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God is an awsome God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-9007335090720758148?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9007335090720758148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=9007335090720758148&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/9007335090720758148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/9007335090720758148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_02_03_archive.html#9007335090720758148' title='10 Months Later.... Angelina Update'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SYkVqlRCqPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/yWCPwK9mOCY/s72-c/125_2576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-6561898338491626891</id><published>2009-01-27T20:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:57:42.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>Today is my grandson 5th birthday&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Myer&lt;br /&gt;We Love You&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SX-7IjZKj2I/AAAAAAAAAko/7G1UEOBQHEg/s1600-h/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SX-7IjZKj2I/AAAAAAAAAko/7G1UEOBQHEg/s400/018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296157442425130850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SX-7IhPSRjI/AAAAAAAAAkg/e4BCmZCooDc/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SX-7IhPSRjI/AAAAAAAAAkg/e4BCmZCooDc/s400/006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296157441846822450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-6561898338491626891?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6561898338491626891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=6561898338491626891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/6561898338491626891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/6561898338491626891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_01_27_archive.html#6561898338491626891' title='My Little Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SX-7IjZKj2I/AAAAAAAAAko/7G1UEOBQHEg/s72-c/018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-5469612120727378823</id><published>2009-01-25T22:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:59:22.024-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father Knows Best'/><title type='text'>May I Have This Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SX0xkuAt0rI/AAAAAAAAAkY/sHJkoSNkAH8/s1600-h/Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295443243753657010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SX0xkuAt0rI/AAAAAAAAAkY/sHJkoSNkAH8/s400/Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it when God shows us things in the manner in which only we the individual can understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some it may be a feeling others a vision but for me God uses music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find joy and understanding in all types of music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I was child I could go off into whatever land I imagined perhaps with green skies ,blue grass, purple moons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe for me He teaches me not only with His word but with tools He knows Only I will understand at that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have all heard the saying music soothes the savage beast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well there has been a beast inside of me that I clearly recognized today during the sermon of Hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beast that we all deal with and that is, our own will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I spoke in another posting it is my time to start at the beginning,time to weed His Garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say I feel embarrassed in front of the Lord when I have to hand the same old same old things over. I guess I figure How many times can He possibly stand to listen to pain and dissapointment in my heart. I feel that know matter how much I learn and know in my heart,my head gets the better of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I once again laid it at the cross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My offenses, My envy, My covetting, My lost desires of my heart smothered by anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But are they really lost or are they just not right at this time in my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father Knows Best and that's all I need know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left today feeling I had done the right thing handing it over but there was still that feeling of hopelessness in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kevins words rung strongly in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopelessness is a slow death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fruit of the Spirit kept playing in my head. Followed by the words Child of War&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I child of God that is in a battle for freedom from my past my present but mostly myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this a war we all face daily? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I alone in this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't stand to think anymore so I turned on the radio UCB ya No I didn't want to hear a worship song as I was in a pity me mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I switched to CD mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve had put a CD in that he made and the song started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Song is called The Third Hoorah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoorah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WarChild, dance the days and nights away ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweet child, how do you do today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When your back's to the wall,and your luck is your all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then side with whoever you may.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEEK &lt;/span&gt;that which within lies waiting to begin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fight of your life that is everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance with the WarChild --- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoorah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WarChild, dance the days and nights away ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweet child, how do you do today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the heart of your heart, there's the tiniest part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of an urge to live to the death ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a sword on your hip and a cry on your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to strike &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;strong&gt;IFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the inner child's breast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance with the WarChild --- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoorah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WarChild, dance the days and nights away ---sweet child, how do you do today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May I have this dance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be my pleasure Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankyou for asking when I didn't have the courage to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-5469612120727378823?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5469612120727378823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=5469612120727378823&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5469612120727378823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/5469612120727378823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_01_25_archive.html#5469612120727378823' title='May I Have This Dance'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SX0xkuAt0rI/AAAAAAAAAkY/sHJkoSNkAH8/s72-c/Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-538868330407281463</id><published>2009-01-18T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:48:37.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Cats Attack... (The Grocery Bags)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SXPaLSXP67I/AAAAAAAAAjE/R0c4z5yeN0E/s1600-h/P1150009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292813874533231538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SXPaLSXP67I/AAAAAAAAAjE/R0c4z5yeN0E/s400/P1150009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SXPaK-7_rEI/AAAAAAAAAi8/36NtzDgnTQ0/s1600-h/P1150008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292813869318646850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SXPaK-7_rEI/AAAAAAAAAi8/36NtzDgnTQ0/s400/P1150008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-538868330407281463?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/538868330407281463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=538868330407281463&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/538868330407281463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/538868330407281463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_01_18_archive.html#538868330407281463' title='When Cats Attack... (The Grocery Bags)'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SXPaLSXP67I/AAAAAAAAAjE/R0c4z5yeN0E/s72-c/P1150009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-3329568371622776469</id><published>2009-01-15T23:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:11:41.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SXAPmCzWvQI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-wMfAFE4gJM/s1600-h/Morningafterpill%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291746708422049026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SXAPmCzWvQI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-wMfAFE4gJM/s400/Morningafterpill%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling the strong need to share with you my past week at work.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I was writing about the humour of retail but this is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to start off with making a  statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were first conceived in the mind of God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three young girls throughout this past week came to my counter to pay for their purchase.&lt;br /&gt;The first girl said as she placed her product on the counter&lt;br /&gt;"Don't judge me"&lt;br /&gt;The second "Oh well He's paying for it"&lt;br /&gt;The third just hung her head in shame.&lt;br /&gt;Three different attitudes in the same situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was filled with many thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;Sadness&lt;br /&gt;Despair&lt;br /&gt;Anger&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see Plan B is an emergency contraceptive aka The morning after pill&lt;br /&gt;We now sell it. It is placed nicely within our contraceptive section.&lt;br /&gt;My hands are tied for I am not allowed to comment but they can't stop me from praying immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This product seems to the "B" all "END" all product for the times we live in.&lt;br /&gt;You see for less than $40.00 you can terminate a potential pregnancy and mom and dad need never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously Really????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with all that being said my attitude was different back when I was their age,back before I knew my best friend and His plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;You see ladies my daughter is 29 years old and I am 45 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This struck me tonight while at Junior High.&lt;br /&gt;As Brandon Maracle delivered a beautiful devotion on faith, I looked around the room at the children and their thirst for God,the innocence in their faces and wondered&lt;br /&gt;Will satan tempt these fine young children as they grow physically in maturity.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how Mark and Rhonda see their youth growing in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we spread the word to our young ladies and gentleman that they are worthy and are truly loved despite their need for perhaps physical love in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be times when they may question the need or desire for physical touch as apposed to being blessed with the unseen true loving touch of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we all at some point think physical touch is the B all end all?&lt;br /&gt;I admit I thought that at 15&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say I have regrets in anyway shape or form&lt;br /&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that now and am grateful for His love and strength throughout the rough period of ridicule and judgement I endured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question is how do we minister to these young kids in the world?&lt;br /&gt;God is not permitted in school anymore&lt;br /&gt;He is not allowed in the work place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder though where we might be today if Mary had chosen plan B&lt;br /&gt;So I pray for the children of this world that we are able to share that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD IS THE BE ALL END ALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-3329568371622776469?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3329568371622776469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=3329568371622776469&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3329568371622776469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3329568371622776469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_01_15_archive.html#3329568371622776469' title='Plan B'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SXAPmCzWvQI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-wMfAFE4gJM/s72-c/Morningafterpill%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-8661497187775015676</id><published>2009-01-10T23:01:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:37:03.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st week smoke free'/><title type='text'>Visual of Weeding His Garden</title><content type='html'>It was hard for me to write to describe my first week of not smoking so I thought I would post some visuals.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you all for your prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1 ASKING FOR HELP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SWlwMOo7doI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tMtTtq_ksJ0/s1600-h/PG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289882592713864834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SWlwMOo7doI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tMtTtq_ksJ0/s320/PG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2 Trying to Tempt Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SWlxfnn_SWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ba4PBi9QrO4/s1600-h/homer-devil-and-angel-E1097XL_sml-712399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289884025349949794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SWlxfnn_SWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ba4PBi9QrO4/s320/homer-devil-and-angel-E1097XL_sml-712399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3 Very Accurate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OXl0nTjcrzs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OXl0nTjcrzs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 Had to have a chat with my Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SWl0MnTiLrI/AAAAAAAAAik/rqwP_rimM3o/s1600-h/8VFTMSCAG9R3WMCAQQ56SCCARDITUCCA2L3U7NCAOQHOMNCAPXF3JDCAOGWSGYCA8WVN7WCAZ4NNVYCAZC010HCAFFJR3TCALPAG8HCAYLWMB0CAKBI2OVCAWOQIIDCAZG58GQCAR440SECA5YKOTVCAU82BNV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SWl0MnTiLrI/AAAAAAAAAik/rqwP_rimM3o/s400/8VFTMSCAG9R3WMCAQQ56SCCARDITUCCA2L3U7NCAOQHOMNCAPXF3JDCAOGWSGYCA8WVN7WCAZ4NNVYCAZC010HCAFFJR3TCALPAG8HCAYLWMB0CAKBI2OVCAWOQIIDCAZG58GQCAR440SECA5YKOTVCAU82BNV.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289886997381525170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5&amp;amp;6 Phillipians 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SWl0dqK_RUI/AAAAAAAAAis/8m63JNacVv8/s1600-h/strength.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SWl0dqK_RUI/AAAAAAAAAis/8m63JNacVv8/s400/strength.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289887290208765250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7&lt;br /&gt;I am the one sitting in the backrow and I don't smell like smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I get an AMEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-8661497187775015676?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8661497187775015676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=8661497187775015676&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/8661497187775015676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/8661497187775015676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_01_10_archive.html#8661497187775015676' title='Visual of Weeding His Garden'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SWlwMOo7doI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tMtTtq_ksJ0/s72-c/PG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-2089215935908449192</id><published>2009-01-03T22:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:01:52.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling The First Weed</title><content type='html'>Well ladies if you read my last post&lt;br /&gt;I spoke about tending to the Lords garden in His temple.&lt;br /&gt;Well I pulled the first weed out tonight and now I ask for prayers of strength.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (Sunday) will be the first day weedless.&lt;br /&gt;Well at least one weed.&lt;br /&gt;Many more to tend to but this is my first step to breaking the bondage of addiction.&lt;br /&gt;He gives us free will in everything we do.&lt;br /&gt;My choice is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SWAz5hz7lzI/AAAAAAAAAh8/VteYgw9twZE/s1600-h/mban1153l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SWAz5hz7lzI/AAAAAAAAAh8/VteYgw9twZE/s400/mban1153l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287283025954707250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SWAz5GbquHI/AAAAAAAAAh0/hDdvjYP400Q/s1600-h/07CRC101_-_Tahsin_Rahman%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SWAz5GbquHI/AAAAAAAAAh0/hDdvjYP400Q/s400/07CRC101_-_Tahsin_Rahman%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287283018605181042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-2089215935908449192?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2089215935908449192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=2089215935908449192&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/2089215935908449192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/2089215935908449192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2009_01_03_archive.html#2089215935908449192' title='Pulling The First Weed'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SWAz5hz7lzI/AAAAAAAAAh8/VteYgw9twZE/s72-c/mban1153l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-2188307927728072751</id><published>2008-12-30T14:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:00:37.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands of God</title><content type='html'>A new year is about to begin and over this past month the Lord truly has been trying to show me something.&lt;br /&gt;The key word is trying as I have been questioning as apposed to listening.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean? Those unsure moments and &lt;br /&gt;alot of Ya but's and what if's and Really?&lt;br /&gt;My way is better for me but is it better for Him?&lt;br /&gt;There are things that "I" have really wanted that are not going to come to pass this year. &lt;br /&gt;Uganda being one of those "I wants" &lt;br /&gt;Finding this reality hard to swallow and yet knowing in my heart it is not His timing.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad God understands my dissapointment and holds me close when I cry at night.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad He comforts me when I feel this is of my own doing and the guilt rises up and consumes my heart.&lt;br /&gt;This year is now coming to an end and He has shown me that I am needed elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Where and what is the question we all ask&lt;br /&gt;but it is not the right question.&lt;br /&gt;The question we should be asking is How may I be of service?&lt;br /&gt;The answere was (for me) clean out His temple.&lt;br /&gt;My body being His temple to dwell in.&lt;br /&gt;This was also my answere to why my desires have been put on hold.&lt;br /&gt;I am not healthy enough physically. &lt;br /&gt;I have surgery coming up in February that will strengthen my body.&lt;br /&gt;I am not spiritually ready for His tasks.&lt;br /&gt;This year is a year for healing and spreading Peace among us.&lt;br /&gt;Starting in our own backyards.&lt;br /&gt;My backyard needs to be well manicured and all the weeds of dissapointment envy regret and holding grudges must be pulled from the muck and mire that has bogged down my heart these past few years.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has given me the tools to maintain His garden.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a gardener nor have I enjoyed it,although I do enjoy the benefits and beauty of a well taken care of garden.&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness. You work I reap the benefits.&lt;br /&gt;I am now looking forward to the joy of working His garden selflessly with our hands clasped together side by side.&lt;br /&gt;I anticipate the beauty of this new year and all it holds for those I love.&lt;br /&gt;For I am Gods hands&lt;br /&gt;I am Gods eyes.&lt;br /&gt;His will be done.&lt;br /&gt;Not mine.&lt;br /&gt;How He puts up with me sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;God Only Knows.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gv1MvqcYvX4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gv1MvqcYvX4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-2188307927728072751?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2188307927728072751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=2188307927728072751&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/2188307927728072751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/2188307927728072751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2008_12_30_archive.html#2188307927728072751' title='Hands of God'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-4257014091087998558</id><published>2008-12-24T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:43:30.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ULS8_4lizY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ULS8_4lizY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-4257014091087998558?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4257014091087998558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=4257014091087998558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/4257014091087998558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/4257014091087998558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2008_12_24_archive.html#4257014091087998558' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-3842634746467185008</id><published>2008-12-21T15:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:50:57.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankyou for your Gift</title><content type='html'>Todays service was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;What is the most precious thing you would give to our King?&lt;br /&gt;God gave His only son Jesus to us&lt;br /&gt;Jesus gave his life for us&lt;br /&gt;The Holy spirit now lives in us.&lt;br /&gt;US.... You and Me&lt;br /&gt;Wow! the thought of such selflessness blows me away everytime I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;This is a gift that keeps on giving through our amazing Pastors.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and Shari&lt;br /&gt;Todd and Tammy&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Rhonda&lt;br /&gt;Barry and Tammy&lt;br /&gt;and through the elders of our blessed church.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to be thankful for in every aspect of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Without the Lord leading these fine people to spread His beautiful words of life,I may have not received this gift.&lt;br /&gt;After service today I thought about what would I,me,little old average joe me,give to my King.&lt;br /&gt;What do you give someone who has the whole world in His hands?&lt;br /&gt;A Father that has everything.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to wholeheartedly throw out all that is not righteous and worthy of such a King and give Him all that I have.&lt;br /&gt;My undying love for Him and my church family.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you all and thankyou for your support,teachings and words of wisdom this past year.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Maureen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dZvjPCcHI4g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dZvjPCcHI4g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-3842634746467185008?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3842634746467185008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=3842634746467185008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3842634746467185008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/3842634746467185008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2008_12_21_archive.html#3842634746467185008' title='Thankyou for your Gift'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-6661617366700790242</id><published>2008-12-19T23:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:38:06.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels Explained by Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SUx2cakZ7jI/AAAAAAAAAhs/kK-rCr_jYz8/s1600-h/_angels_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281726693539180082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SUx2cakZ7jI/AAAAAAAAAhs/kK-rCr_jYz8/s400/_angels_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only know the names of two angels, Hark and Harold.&lt;br /&gt;-Gregory, 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody's got it all wrong. Angels don't wear halos anymore. I forget why, but scientists are working on it&lt;br /&gt;-Olive, 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not easy to become an angel! First, you die. Then you go to Heaven, and then there's still the flight training to go through. And then you got to agree to wear those angel clothes.&lt;br /&gt;-Matthew, 9 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angels work for God and watch over kids when God has to go do something else.&lt;br /&gt;-Mitchell, 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My guardian angel helps me with math, but he's not much good for science.&lt;br /&gt;-Henry, 8 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angels don't eat, but they drink milk from Holy Cows!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Jack, 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angels talk all the way while they're flying you up to heaven. The main subject is where you went wrong before you got dead.&lt;br /&gt;-Daniel, 9 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an angel gets mad, he takes a deep breath and counts to ten. And when he lets out his breath, somewhere there's a tornado.&lt;br /&gt;-Reagan, 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angels have a lot to do and they keep very busy. If you lose a tooth, an angel comes in through your window and leaves money under your pillow. Then when it gets cold, angels go south for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;-Sara, 6 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angels live in cloud houses made by God and his son, who's a very good carpenter.&lt;br /&gt;-Jared, 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All angels are girls because they gotta wear dresses and boys didn't go for it.&lt;br /&gt;-Antonio, 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My angel is my grandma who died last year. She got a big head start on helping me while she was still down here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;- , 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the angels are in charge of helping heal sick animals and pets. And if they don't make the animals get better, they help the child get over it.&lt;br /&gt;-Vicki, 8 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I don't get about angels is why, when someone is in love, they shoot arrows at them.&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah, 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-6661617366700790242?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6661617366700790242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=6661617366700790242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/6661617366700790242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/6661617366700790242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2008_12_19_archive.html#6661617366700790242' title='Angels Explained by Children'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SUx2cakZ7jI/AAAAAAAAAhs/kK-rCr_jYz8/s72-c/_angels_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-7244299531173920569</id><published>2008-12-17T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:42:15.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SUjzh4jSOVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/RmS2XdJL5Us/s1600-h/!cid_C5D27092A5AF40C5B05618FCC378FB67%40ownerd1d04c4aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280738326533519698" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ST6-HgiTeuI/AAAAAAAAAhU/xKisBL6O6-I/s400/g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came from near&lt;br /&gt;They came from far&lt;br /&gt;Following a distance star to where He lay&lt;br /&gt;Not being sure of what it meant,&lt;br /&gt;but knowing it was heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;They made their way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the creatures gathered 'round&lt;br /&gt;And didn't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;And the Angels cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angels knew what was to come&lt;br /&gt;The reason God had sent His Son&lt;br /&gt;From up above&lt;br /&gt;It filled their hearts with joy to see&lt;br /&gt;and Knowing of His destiny&lt;br /&gt;Came tears of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the creatures gathered 'round&lt;br /&gt;And didn't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;And the Angels cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often thought about that night&lt;br /&gt;And wondered if they realized&lt;br /&gt;That star so bright&lt;br /&gt;Was sent to tell all the land&lt;br /&gt;The Son of God would soon become&lt;br /&gt;The Son of Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the creatures gathered 'round&lt;br /&gt;And didn't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;And the Angels Cried&lt;br /&gt;And the Angels Cried&lt;br /&gt;And the Angels Cried &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-6232415506278440631?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6232415506278440631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=6232415506278440631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/6232415506278440631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/6232415506278440631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2008_12_09_archive.html#6232415506278440631' title='And The Angels Cried'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/ST6-HgiTeuI/AAAAAAAAAhU/xKisBL6O6-I/s72-c/g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-4693542288180273369</id><published>2008-12-03T00:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:04:47.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise Report'/><title type='text'>Best Christmas Present Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/STYcJ-aofTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/oWMXF0FAvG4/s1600-h/leaves1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275434971210218802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/STYcJ-aofTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/oWMXF0FAvG4/s400/leaves1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As some of you may know my grandson Myer is Autistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myer is 4 years old and will be 5 at the end of January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myer was diagnosed at the age of 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He rated moderate in his speech and very high on behaviour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter Liane knew in her heart that something was wrong and was very persistant with the doctors. She and her husband Luke worked very hard with Myer in his speech and behaviour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They refused to have him treated as if different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myer was enrolled like "Normal" children in sport activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were times when he definately was treated as an outcast,but his parents persevered through looks of disgust and under the breath comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liane often asked why God would do this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Mom you said God makes no mistakes?" this was asked when having a rough day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He doesn't Honey,God chose you and Luke to raise Myer and Mackenzie and nobody else in the world could do this. He chose you." was always my response.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of my daughter and her husband. Their patience is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me as a Gilbey when we lack patience it's mahem in the household.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liane is no exception. She gets that from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However through prayer I have asked that the Lord give us all patience and healing in our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well God is soooo Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has taught us to be patient during the past 3 years and has now given us the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BESTEST GIFT OF ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myer has finished going through intensive behaviour therapy and had to have another assessment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The results have come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MILD AUTISM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise you Lord for covering us with Your love and patience with my family,but most of all the healing of my grandson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This truly is a Merry Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8436733345544717569-4693542288180273369?l=maurnseysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4693542288180273369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8436733345544717569&amp;postID=4693542288180273369&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/4693542288180273369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8436733345544717569/posts/default/4693542288180273369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurnseysworld.blogspot.com/2008_12_03_archive.html#4693542288180273369' title='Best Christmas Present Ever'/><author><name>Maureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208671061877981706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SqsB80Yn1zI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHaks4kVtDo/S220/P7180048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/STYcJ-aofTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/oWMXF0FAvG4/s72-c/leaves1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436733345544717569.post-8013008606717581569</id><published>2008-12-01T12:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:12:40.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Were They Thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/STQa9hlBw5I/AAAAAAAAAhE/HbFLWLfV_Hs/s1600-h/Fail.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274870707845710738" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgU9Ib4Aj-o/SS23oEtTCeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/JAhYTPEn72Q/s400/C_1847374972%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reading through the blogs today and seeing posts of Jenna's Little Drummer Boy and Shari's Christmas lights and Roxannes beautiful backyard,I thought I would post a must gift for all this season.&lt;br /&gt;Rick Warren touches the heart with the true meaning of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Working retail and seeing the irritability of the shoppers, Yes in retail it is called Tis the season to be Cranky and we actually dread this time. It's physically and mentally exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;I found this book a beautiful reminder what Christmas is truly about.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I didn't already know,but now after reading it I find I am not so edgy with the attitudes given.&lt;br /&gt;I was asked what I wanted for Christmas by a customer and I came right out and said I already have my gift.&lt;br /&gt;Salvation and I need nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;To which she replied Does it come in Blue?&lt;br /&gt;"Nope only in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and then I went and grabbed the book and handed it to her.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say I wasn't feisty and bold just not edgy this year.&lt;br /&gt;and no she didn't buy the book she just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;If all people would only remember or know the True meaning of Christmas perhaps celebrating the season would be a joy rather than a task.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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