<?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-8795243473922204830</id><updated>2011-10-04T15:12:20.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>higher is our heart's desire...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-836906185041895183</id><published>2011-02-14T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:06:04.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pKulxUzqtHE/TVne-oeuSlI/AAAAAAAACWg/H21gkVOXrac/s1600/Mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573731181447236178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pKulxUzqtHE/TVne-oeuSlI/AAAAAAAACWg/H21gkVOXrac/s400/Mike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...that smile melts me on a daily basis...&lt;br /&gt;and he loves me...Oooh, how he loves me...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day to my sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;02-14-2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/309/EA0AE54C971A58F564134D58A8D3A5F1.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-836906185041895183?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/836906185041895183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=836906185041895183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/836906185041895183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/836906185041895183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2011/02/that-smile.html' title='That smile...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pKulxUzqtHE/TVne-oeuSlI/AAAAAAAACWg/H21gkVOXrac/s72-c/Mike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-9037509296789015529</id><published>2011-02-13T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T16:05:11.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, my daughter is asleep on the couch after a long night of a high fever and trying to fight through the "Sickies" and continue to play today as she wore her dress up clothes and colored Cinderella, made the fairies fly, read her stories, wore her dress-up heels...trying so hard not to be sick. Now, the "Sickies" have won and she's asleep on the couch...so it is my time to watch her sleep, reflect, pray, write...and share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may recall not long ago, I shared with you an incredible book that I read..."One Thousand Gifts"...that has had such a profound impact on my life...actually on my living. The book, with an emphasis on gratitude, is profoundly rich and on page 44 of her book, the auther, Ann Voskamp quotes from Jean Pierre de Caussade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"When one is thirsty one quenches ones thirst by drinking,&lt;br /&gt;not by reading books which treat of this condition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie Smith also reflects on this statement on her blog &lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/2011/02/one-thousand-gifts-chapter-three.html"&gt;Bloom-(in)courage&lt;/a&gt; this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this insightful statement in mind, I dare say...Okay, my dear friends and walkers-of-this-earth...it is time! It is the definite time...to stop wanting to be what we are not. To be what we so desire...to be what we know God has planted deep within us. To be real...to be deep...to be in the moments of our days...to have gratitude...to experience this life with others around us in pain and joy...to stop reading books about how to quench our thirst...and drink from the well! I don't ever want to be guilty of reading about what I should be, planning to be what I want to be or need to be at a later time...I want to BE!!! And, it is so much MORE...yes, more. There is more...more to be experienced, more to hear, more to know, more to be thankful for...more to express heartfelt gratitude for...more to experience with those closest to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to read...Oh, how I love to read..God's Word, other's interpretations of that Word, stories of life...but, then I will write my own in the living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to read about:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-how to be a friend...&lt;em&gt;I will be a great friend to the awesome friends I already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-how to be happy&lt;em&gt;...I will live daily in contentment, joy and peace&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-how to be successful...&lt;em&gt;I will be all God has called me to be in each moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-how to be a great communicator...&lt;em&gt;I will listen better tomorrow than I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-how to be a great mom...&lt;em&gt;I will spend TONS of time with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-how to be a superb wife...&lt;em&gt;I will love my husband more...serve him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-how to be a good employee...&lt;em&gt;I will work as unto the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-how to study God's Word...&lt;em&gt;I will study it, memorize it, live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-how to run an effective household...&lt;em&gt;I will do the best I can, and let the rest go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-how to make my dreams come true...&lt;em&gt;I will live gratitude moment by moment and realize that I couldn't dream a life as incredible as God has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-how to plan for my future...I will follow God's incredible journey for me&lt;em&gt;...take risks as He leads, be still as He is silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-how to enjoy my life...&lt;em&gt;I will have joy unspeakable...laugh at tomorrow...have&lt;img class="gl_italic" border="0" alt="Italic" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt; fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-how to worry less...&lt;em&gt;I will worry less, trust more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and on...and on...and on...and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are you thoughts...what are you planning to be&lt;br /&gt;"...when things are better,"&lt;br /&gt;"...when my situation straightens up,"&lt;br /&gt;"...when my kids are grown,"&lt;br /&gt;"...when I retire,"&lt;br /&gt;"...when I have more money or less stress"&lt;br /&gt;"...when I graduate"&lt;br /&gt;"...when...???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/309/EA0AE54C971A58F564134D58A8D3A5F1.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-9037509296789015529?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/9037509296789015529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=9037509296789015529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/9037509296789015529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/9037509296789015529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-my-daughter-is-asleep-on-couch-after.html' title='When'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-5505305803895129235</id><published>2011-02-05T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T17:19:38.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep calm and...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been gone...too long, you see. It's been a long time since I poured out my heart...shared my blog-best. But, you see...things &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; been happening...life has been moving, God has been speaking, our family has been through alot. I wanted to share, you see. But, something went wrong...hampered the process...stopped this blogger cold. My laptop crashed (checked out, conked, croaked, expired, flatlined, perished, succombed). Whichever you choose...it left us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570370977159705554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TU3u5AC_89I/AAAAAAAACWQ/-OIP1jI1e6A/s320/computer%2Bcrashed.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And, there was only one thing left to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570370981611093666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TU3u5QoSvqI/AAAAAAAACWY/xWSZBeTd9p8/s320/Keep%2Bcalm%2Band%2Bcarry%2Bon.jpg" /&gt;I will tell you, though, that today, as the day progressed, and it appeared that a new laptop may be in our future, my little heart smiled a quick smile. We are proudly an officially 'techie' family and have been for quite some time. And, I'm ok with that. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm back...and here's a quick low-down...Christmas was awesome (computer went down two weeks prior, so after a few home decor pics, it was downhill from there), snow has about done us in this winter, Isaac continues to participate in gym meets frequently that we travel to (today's was in Gallipolis, OH and he did great!), Abby is gearing up for an exciting ballet/tap/jazz show in the spring (Alice in Wonderland), Jonah is becoming a swimming FOOL at his private lessons at the local college, Mike continues to take classes online at Liberty, we had to replace 6 tires out of 8 recently -one of which ruptured with all 5 of us in the car - and two car batteries all within two weeks - (BAD!), school is going great for the kids, and Abby turned "5 whoppin' years old" in January. It is also very noteworthy that we have been through some very saddening, tough times with some very special friends this past month, and continue to travel difficult roads with them as time moves forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, since I didn't get to do my annual New Years anticipation post...just a quick run-down of what we are looking toward the next few months...Isaac continues to have tumbling meets working toward the state meet this spring, Abby's ballet in June, Jonah's last semester of private swimming lessons, VBS, Children's Bible Camp at Ridgecrest this spring with Mike at the helm, possible horseback riding lessons for Abby, studying the book of Hosea in Sunday School this month, new reads, camping trips...maybe the beach???? My plans...yes. God's plans...maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, tonight, I'm just settling in with my new laptop after rolling my daughter's hair in her new spongerollers, listening to the Food Network in the background, propping my feet up and getting ready to study my Sunday School lesson for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all...on my mind...thankful for God's mercies today, thankful for great friends, thankful for my precious family, thankful for another day...thankful for a Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/309/EA0AE54C971A58F564134D58A8D3A5F1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-5505305803895129235?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5505305803895129235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=5505305803895129235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5505305803895129235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5505305803895129235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2011/02/keep-calm-and.html' title='Keep calm and...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TU3u5AC_89I/AAAAAAAACWQ/-OIP1jI1e6A/s72-c/computer%2Bcrashed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-5147921661756896598</id><published>2011-01-29T13:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:48:17.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare...double dare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just finished one of the most profound reads of my life. Thought-provoking, heart-wrenching...exhausting at times, refreshing at many others. &lt;em&gt;Exhaustingly refreshing perhaps?&lt;/em&gt; Is that possible? This book is not for the faint of heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Thousand-Gifts-Fully-Right/dp/0310321913"&gt;One Thousand Gifts&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567726884441563682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TUSKGjGIIiI/AAAAAAAACWE/JPfr-1vvXPo/s320/One%2BThousand%2BGifts.jpg" /&gt; It has changed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/309/EA0AE54C971A58F564134D58A8D3A5F1.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-5147921661756896598?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5147921661756896598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=5147921661756896598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5147921661756896598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5147921661756896598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-just-finished-one-most-profound-reads.html' title='Dare...double dare.'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TUSKGjGIIiI/AAAAAAAACWE/JPfr-1vvXPo/s72-c/One%2BThousand%2BGifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-8479339864449716405</id><published>2010-12-06T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T18:06:26.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We finally caught that crazy Gingerbread Man!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TP2VprLSU7I/AAAAAAAACVo/gOjRlsyyF0Q/s1600/IMG_4682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Now, the mild congestion has set in.  So, tonight, Abby and I stayed in to rest and relax while Daddy and the boys went to Jonah's swimming lessons and to the area Annual ChristmaSing held at our church (which we hated terribly to miss...it is always so great!)  While I was taking cold medicine and resting on the couch snuggled with my tissue box, it was precious to watch Abby playing with her dolls...she will be a great mom someday, I am sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546266517864126690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhMAzrvGOI/AAAAAAAACOo/O3SOqhrRfDI/s320/IMG_4627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks like she might want a big family...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhQvmQh2KI/AAAAAAAACTA/fgM69dztMr0/s1600/IMG_4669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546271719760713890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhQvmQh2KI/AAAAAAAACTA/fgM69dztMr0/s320/IMG_4669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since I wasn't up to doing hard-core projects tonight, I thought I would share a BUNCH of "around the house" photos with you tonight to catch you up to speed.  We have been excitedly participating with the Blankets of Love Missions Project being led by the Children's Ministry of our church.  So, these are some of the blankets/throws that we have been collecting from others to add.  These will be given to local families through our church's Christmas Food Box ministry in a couple of weeks...we are praying over each one, that God will allow our love for them to impact the ones that are wrapped in the blanket.  The children in our church are handling each one with tender care as they fold, wrap them in beautiful ribbon and place hand-made cards inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhQelhrWxI/AAAAAAAACS4/j5jJHbGJqZw/s1600/IMG_4668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546271427506428690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhQelhrWxI/AAAAAAAACS4/j5jJHbGJqZw/s320/IMG_4668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moving around the house, the boys got a little carried away when decorating their Christmas tree in their room with Daddy and Papaw recently, so now we have lights strung everywhere!  They love it and it is quite festive, I must admit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhQeYMar6I/AAAAAAAACSw/2jlha4cpZ9k/s1600/IMG_4667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546271423927594914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhQeYMar6I/AAAAAAAACSw/2jlha4cpZ9k/s320/IMG_4667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhQeFMCKKI/AAAAAAAACSo/FPQD7ROL7XA/s1600/IMG_4666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546271418825713826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhQeFMCKKI/AAAAAAAACSo/FPQD7ROL7XA/s320/IMG_4666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the newest addition to the Bell boys' Christmas ornament collection - Star Wars!  They have recently become quite intrigued with the Sci-Fi phenomenon and so, I surprised them with new ornaments from Hallmark this week and they were ecstatic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhQdoKTH5I/AAAAAAAACSg/PMQyBhnW3pQ/s1600/IMG_4665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546271411033808786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhQdoKTH5I/AAAAAAAACSg/PMQyBhnW3pQ/s320/IMG_4665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another Star Wars "guy" - I'd hate to meet him on the holler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhQdjzRZ1I/AAAAAAAACSY/qxEMxWw9DN0/s1600/IMG_4663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546271409863485266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhQdjzRZ1I/AAAAAAAACSY/qxEMxWw9DN0/s320/IMG_4663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This ornament is on the boys tree - it was their daddy's when he was a youngster...he was also a drummer in the high school band, so that makes it a little more special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhP9NyCGcI/AAAAAAAACSQ/yFPOaTW8B-0/s1600/IMG_4662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546270854196894146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhP9NyCGcI/AAAAAAAACSQ/yFPOaTW8B-0/s320/IMG_4662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An old favorite still "hangin" around - Spider Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhP8-zY-5I/AAAAAAAACSI/YMw5E4jaQuw/s1600/IMG_4661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546270850176056210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhP8-zY-5I/AAAAAAAACSI/YMw5E4jaQuw/s320/IMG_4661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By far, one of the ultimate favies - Lightning McQueen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhP8iMSKTI/AAAAAAAACSA/QkhUHnScV_c/s1600/IMG_4660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546270842495838514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhP8iMSKTI/AAAAAAAACSA/QkhUHnScV_c/s320/IMG_4660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, without a doubt, the Christ child - front, top and center for all to see! &lt;br /&gt;Oh, How I love Jesus, Oh, How I love Jesus...Ooooh, How I love Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Because He first Loved Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhP8DPAzVI/AAAAAAAACR4/klhi0WIYBZQ/s1600/IMG_4657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546270834185784658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhP8DPAzVI/AAAAAAAACR4/klhi0WIYBZQ/s320/IMG_4657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abby squealled when I showed her the surprise Princess and the Frog Hallmark ornament I got her...sheer delight from her 4 year old heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546270109404610178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhPR3NtvoI/AAAAAAAACRQ/TlF-hQ24b8c/s320/IMG_4654.JPG" /&gt;Abby's homemade Handprint Family ornament...one of my favorites, of course!  So special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhP784ikNI/AAAAAAAACRw/Gxv20XEhjZc/s1600/IMG_4656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546270832480915666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhP784ikNI/AAAAAAAACRw/Gxv20XEhjZc/s320/IMG_4656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't every budding ballerina have to have a Barbie ballerina ornament?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546270106350066946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhPRr1dHQI/AAAAAAAACRI/8u65xzCksT0/s320/IMG_4653.JPG" /&gt;Abby placed her "Baby Jesus in the Manger" smack dab in the center of the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546269365861128738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhOmlTImiI/AAAAAAAACRA/XUu8HJr9h7U/s320/IMG_4651.JPG" /&gt;The completed "feather-boa'd, beaded, pink-santa-hatted, ornamented" mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhPTRkypQI/AAAAAAAACRo/6DqTzmIuGYc/s1600/IMG_4659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546270133660591362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhPTRkypQI/AAAAAAAACRo/6DqTzmIuGYc/s320/IMG_4659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; School Picture Ornament of Isaac 9 years old, 4th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhPTOs9uYI/AAAAAAAACRg/NVFMd1jLo7s/s1600/IMG_4658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546270132889565570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhPTOs9uYI/AAAAAAAACRg/NVFMd1jLo7s/s320/IMG_4658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School picture ornament of Jonah, 8.5 years old, 3rd grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhPSNU606I/AAAAAAAACRY/sr0C1AXCQgw/s1600/IMG_4655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546270115340407714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhPSNU606I/AAAAAAAACRY/sr0C1AXCQgw/s320/IMG_4655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Preschool picture ornament - ballet picture, 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhOmFC8vKI/AAAAAAAACQ4/0xtjtWl622w/s1600/IMG_4649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546269357203307682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhOmFC8vKI/AAAAAAAACQ4/0xtjtWl622w/s320/IMG_4649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The antique rockin' chair that was Michael's great-grandmother's...filled with Christmas pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhOli4BBMI/AAAAAAAACQw/VYeS1ORtaY0/s1600/IMG_4647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546269348030645442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhOli4BBMI/AAAAAAAACQw/VYeS1ORtaY0/s320/IMG_4647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new tablecloth...and yes, it comes with a story.  I ordered it and the placemats from a local primitive specialty store that I frequent because I just thought they would complement my home so nicely through the holidays.  I asked the cost of the placements - very reasonable!  And, I was in sort of a hurry.  The store owner said, "Do you want to know the cost of the tablecloth before you leave?" [Can you tell where this is going?]  I said, "Nah, just go ahead and order it...Just call me when it comes in."  Well, she called the house about a week later and Mike happened to be home.  He gladly picked it up for me...and when I got home he politely let me know that he really liked the tablecloth and placemats but didn't know they were THAT much!!  I won't reveal here how much it was, but...yes...I learned my lesson!  ALWAYS ask the price.  AND, I love my tablecloth and placemats so much that I plan to use them until the kids go to college:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhOkw-0YQI/AAAAAAAACQo/biQmQK_6udE/s1600/IMG_4646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546269334637404418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhOkw-0YQI/AAAAAAAACQo/biQmQK_6udE/s320/IMG_4646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovely, huh?  Matches my primitive decor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhOkSHAOiI/AAAAAAAACQg/yFbnmvo_x_U/s1600/IMG_4645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546269326350236194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhOkSHAOiI/AAAAAAAACQg/yFbnmvo_x_U/s320/IMG_4645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite Christmas photo...look real close and see if you can guess who Santa was!!!  I'll never tell, but I think the eyes give it away.  The "Guest Santa" agreed very politely to donn the suit as a volunteer at the local nursing home a couple of years ago.  The children new immediately it was "the special someone" and it was ALL I could do to keep them from telling everyone there and ruining their SANTA VISIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhNtbTbr3I/AAAAAAAACQY/AlF99sERwkI/s1600/IMG_4644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546268383925481330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhNtbTbr3I/AAAAAAAACQY/AlF99sERwkI/s320/IMG_4644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Special ornament bought by us to commemorate the HomeGoing of our biological son, Michael Andrew Bell, 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhNtHKDvZI/AAAAAAAACQQ/OCWYBeIFjRw/s1600/IMG_4643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546268378517454226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhNtHKDvZI/AAAAAAAACQQ/OCWYBeIFjRw/s320/IMG_4643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Special ornament to remind us that our daughter Allison and son Andrew are together with the Lord!  What peace and joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhNsm96DKI/AAAAAAAACQI/YQi0kWaIV7I/s1600/IMG_4642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546268369876552866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhNsm96DKI/AAAAAAAACQI/YQi0kWaIV7I/s320/IMG_4642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute litte primitive gingerbread men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhNsdPDO3I/AAAAAAAACQA/ljxMcl_WckQ/s1600/IMG_4641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546268367264103282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhNsdPDO3I/AAAAAAAACQA/ljxMcl_WckQ/s320/IMG_4641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this whimsical snowman - he makes me smile...wonder if he's related to Pinocchio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhNrxpbAZI/AAAAAAAACP4/kjzZa-9I4hs/s1600/IMG_4640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546268355563553170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhNrxpbAZI/AAAAAAAACP4/kjzZa-9I4hs/s320/IMG_4640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet family...(Abby's name is covered by evergreen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhM--vwUOI/AAAAAAAACPw/sJ5S-4mqF1Q/s1600/IMG_4639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546267585985663202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhM--vwUOI/AAAAAAAACPw/sJ5S-4mqF1Q/s320/IMG_4639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A special gift from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhM-VftK5I/AAAAAAAACPo/ol7xGEMz0S0/s1600/IMG_4638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546267574912494482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhM-VftK5I/AAAAAAAACPo/ol7xGEMz0S0/s320/IMG_4638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Campers...reminds us not to get discouraged, spring is right around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhM9tJQRXI/AAAAAAAACPg/QUCf4C0obhU/s1600/IMG_4637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546267564080907634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhM9tJQRXI/AAAAAAAACPg/QUCf4C0obhU/s320/IMG_4637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our First Christmas together, 1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhM9KbGlcI/AAAAAAAACPY/qsOLPDLUS2A/s1600/IMG_4633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546267554760529346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhM9KbGlcI/AAAAAAAACPY/qsOLPDLUS2A/s320/IMG_4633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wooden star... we use it to teach our children about the star ... and how it eventually led to the wooden cross, where Jesus would eventually die for our sins...the Birth to Death to Life story of the Saviour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhM8RCBX1I/AAAAAAAACPQ/muhwcDCnFp4/s1600/IMG_4632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546267539354509138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhM8RCBX1I/AAAAAAAACPQ/muhwcDCnFp4/s320/IMG_4632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Primitive fabric candy canes...so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhMEfXCzdI/AAAAAAAACPI/F4bG6s_k2Es/s1600/IMG_4631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546266581128105426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhMEfXCzdI/AAAAAAAACPI/F4bG6s_k2Es/s320/IMG_4631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Front and center!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhMDsg10-I/AAAAAAAACPA/9srxJFoFgXE/s1600/IMG_4630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546266567478989794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhMDsg10-I/AAAAAAAACPA/9srxJFoFgXE/s320/IMG_4630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my newest ornaments - we bought it during our Christmas DisneyWorld vacation last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhMCFPzySI/AAAAAAAACO4/SAbPL-rKox8/s1600/IMG_4629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546266539758700834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhMCFPzySI/AAAAAAAACO4/SAbPL-rKox8/s320/IMG_4629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, there's my tree...and if you look real closely, you can see that I even made the homemade rag garland.  I love it's coziness and warmth...rustic bells, wooden ornaments, small quilted pillows, barns stars, stockin's and so much more make it suit the Bell family just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhMBjbE-CI/AAAAAAAACOw/0J_8nd07w-A/s1600/IMG_4628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546266530679158818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhMBjbE-CI/AAAAAAAACOw/0J_8nd07w-A/s320/IMG_4628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thought I'd also share this jewel with you as well...LOVE this little flameless candle...it has a timer on it and it comes on every evening at dusk and goes off after we go to bed.  The flicker in the evenings is so fun and we don't have to wonder if the kids are going to get burned by a candle.  The ambience is nice and although the technology is nice, it still reflects the ole' warmth that I love when I am home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks for sharing in my holiday home review!  I pray that your Christmas celebration is memorable, reflects Christ's birth with reverence and intention and brings a little nostalgia of days gone by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/309/EA0AE54C971A58F564134D58A8D3A5F1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-806149112285999281?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/806149112285999281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=806149112285999281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/806149112285999281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/806149112285999281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-your-shoes-off-and-come-on-it.html' title='Take your shoes off and come on it!'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPhMAzrvGOI/AAAAAAAACOo/O3SOqhrRfDI/s72-c/IMG_4627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-136241593936353809</id><published>2010-11-28T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T11:05:55.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle, Twinkle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never will forget that moment...It was early December, 2009, and all three of my children as well as my husband were in the church Christmas play. The boys were playing the roles of Townspeople in Bethlehem, and Abby had been asked by an adult volunteer, and good friend, weeks before to be "The Star." &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544612209089341442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPJrbXQQaAI/AAAAAAAACOY/trfdCpDEIlE/s320/Abby%2BChristmas%2BStar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But, mommy, I don't want to be 'The Star.' I want to be an angel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I heard my daughter's plea, but I insisted to her that since she was the tiniest and had been asked, that it would be the polite thing to do. She wimpered a little, tried to cry...but, I talked it up enough to get her through those last few rehearsals. The night of the play...she got teary-eyed again with more of the same, "&lt;em&gt;But, mommy, I don't want to be 'The Star.' I want to be an angel." &lt;/em&gt;She was truly disapppointed...and my heart was touched. She was heartbroken..and, you have to see, God was working to teach ME ... the one who needed to learn ... through my precious one. And, it has taken me a year to put it all together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this year, Abby IS AN ANGEL in the play!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544626661177745554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPJ4kleo4JI/AAAAAAAACOg/MzsXkvIIpAQ/s320/hispanic%2Bangel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the happiest little angel, singing with the multitude. She is by far more blessed and pleased to be one of several singing together, making it happen, being part of a team...sharing fellowship, friendship, worshipping together...it is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you wonder where the lesson is for mom...I won't go into great detail here...but, for those who know my recent struggles best...I am far better suited to be "singing with the multitudes, pleased to be making happen, being part of a team, sharing fellowship, friendship...being together" and after difficult decisions realize now how precious it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, please don't misunderstand me...Abby and I both understand the role of "The Star..." it shined, it led, it probably sparkled and twinkled...it drew attention...it was a 'VIS' (VERY IMPORTANT STAR). We appreciate it, understand it's value and are so thankful for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Abby..."I don't want to be 'The Star' either!"&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for teaching me...and being patient with me as it took me a year to get it right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see you singing with the Angels! I'll be the one smiling from the front - totally getting your joy in being an angel! And, we will be praising Jesus together!&lt;br /&gt;(...and pics will follow, I promise!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/309/EA0AE54C971A58F564134D58A8D3A5F1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-136241593936353809?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/136241593936353809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=136241593936353809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/136241593936353809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/136241593936353809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-never-will-forget-that-moment.html' title='Twinkle, Twinkle'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TPJrbXQQaAI/AAAAAAAACOY/trfdCpDEIlE/s72-c/Abby%2BChristmas%2BStar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-6043592490188089266</id><published>2010-11-25T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T05:40:30.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543475288114341906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TO5hZ2k2KBI/AAAAAAAACOA/eC6rkrSMXdM/s320/leaf.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Since today is Thanksgiving, it is, &lt;em&gt;in my mind&lt;/em&gt;, the perfect day to explain that I have recently "turned over a new leaf"! Life has changed alot for me...and boy, is my cup overflowing with thankfulness. My secular working role has changed significantly after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prayer and searching for God's will...and when He aligns His Word with your present circumstances...it all works for GOOD! It is amazing to me that my life could change so significantly so quickly, the quality of my days be so phenomenal, my strength being renewed like the eagles...and the joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh, the joy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543476354130153170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TO5iX5y0jtI/AAAAAAAACOI/SIhqMMxFfJk/s320/joy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the peace and JOY...&lt;br /&gt;that floods my soul...knowing that I am in the center of God's will, had a great learning experience where I have been, can look back without regret, and move forward with delight is overwhelming. Not many people are blessed to be able to return to their previous working environment with renewed vigor...to see it with brand new eyes...to appreciate it more fully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but, by His grand design, I have returned. And, my co-workers, who have known me for years, frequently say...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You have been all 'giggles' since you've been back&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You smile ALL the time&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them even came in and said, "&lt;em&gt;I feel like I am getting to know you for the first&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;time!" &lt;/em&gt;We talked for awhile, and I finally realized what this person meant. My previous role took more from me than I had realized, and I lost a large part of myself and what I had hoped to represent because I had lost sight of my priorities with good intentions, trying to do the enormous job laid before me - which was impossible while trying to be a wife and mother too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now my true self is able to shine through. And, I know that the Lord is pleased that I listened and obeyed... and&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;turned over the leaf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543481131889969794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TO5muAVhyoI/AAAAAAAACOQ/OXI6D7la-lQ/s320/leaf%2B2.jpg" /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving, 2010! &lt;br /&gt;(and yes, I am smiling and giggling!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/309/EA0AE54C971A58F564134D58A8D3A5F1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8795243473922204830-6043592490188089266?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/6043592490188089266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=6043592490188089266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6043592490188089266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6043592490188089266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-leaf.html' title='New Leaf'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TO5hZ2k2KBI/AAAAAAAACOA/eC6rkrSMXdM/s72-c/leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-3634474567832827119</id><published>2010-10-25T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T10:11:31.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To check out my new favorite blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tommynelson.com/blog/what-do-christian-bookstores-mean-to-me"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;check it out today...&lt;br /&gt;mark it as a favorite and check it frequently for great blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially love today's sentiments regarding Christian bookstores-couldn't have said it better myself - so I won't! Great stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/309/EA0AE54C971A58F564134D58A8D3A5F1.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-3634474567832827119?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/3634474567832827119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=3634474567832827119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/3634474567832827119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/3634474567832827119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-check-out-my-new-favorite-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-7193728925718541332</id><published>2010-10-03T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T18:12:16.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*ALERT* Breaking News: God Uses His Word To Comfort A 4 1/2 year Old Little Girl...And Her Mother...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TKkPHHcK9fI/AAAAAAAACNQ/getDuOQVOyo/s1600/Principles+tshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523963032877331954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TKkPHHcK9fI/AAAAAAAACNQ/getDuOQVOyo/s320/Principles+tshirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Definition of 'principle'&lt;br /&gt;a a comprehensive and fundamental law, doctrine or assumption;&lt;br /&gt;b (1): &lt;strong&gt;a rule or code of conduct&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;(2) habitual devotion to right principles;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{emphasis mine}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I was listening by divine appointment this week, &lt;em&gt;I am sure&lt;/em&gt;, to &lt;a href="http://www.familylife.com/site/c.dnJHKLNnFoG/b.3843443/k.809C/FamilyLife_Today.htm"&gt;Family Life Today&lt;/a&gt; on the Moody Radio Network as they were interviewing Michael Emlet, author of the the book, "CrossTalk." I was immediately intrigued with his insight into the topic of "What the Bible Is and Isn't" on September 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[I actually encourage you to go to &lt;a href="http://www.familylife.com/site/c.dnJHKLNnFoG/b.3843443/k.809C/FamilyLife_Today.htm"&gt;their website &lt;/a&gt;and listen to this and other programs&lt;br /&gt;- their programming has been a great help to me as seek to be&lt;br /&gt;the wife and mother God would have me be.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so excited at the insight the Lord gave me through this program, confirmed through my own personal Bible study this week and then again through interactions with other believers. Mr. Emlet encouraged listeners "...to dig deeper into the Scriptures for wisdom and guidance and to not just see the Bible merely as a book of do's and dont's." (&lt;a href="http://www.fltoday.com/"&gt;http://www.fltoday.com/&lt;/a&gt;, Sept. 30, 2010). He went on to explain that the Bible is best interpreted not in light of Biblical principles alone, but that these Bible principles should inevitably lead us toward the centrality of the cross, Jesus Christ and our personal relationships with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAAAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523960304689142274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TKkMoUJa2gI/AAAAAAAACNI/QEztBx9vq6Y/s320/excited.bmp" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I love, LOVE, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it is so relevant in my life right now. I love how God's Word is so relevant and timely in our lives. You see, at this time in my life...raising young children who face a tough/rough world, being a working wife and mother, being involved in a church of imperfect (of which I am PRIMARY), yet wonderful people, facing difficulty it seems on every hand in my own life and with family and friends, I often turn to Biblical principles to determine my actions - or more often sadly - my REACTIONS - to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, let me say, that Now - NOW... I am looking at the Word of God, that I love so much, as SO MUCH MORE. Don't misunderstand me...I have never just looked at it as a book of principles - do's and dont's. But, this was a great "pull-it-all-together-in-my-mind" teaching for me that I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence...an EXAMPLE from our household:&lt;br /&gt;I have been noticing lately that in the life of my 4 1/2 year old daughter, &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523965127866037266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TKkRBD4ZtBI/AAAAAAAACNY/j2-Ca-ypGaw/s320/3+years+old.JPG" /&gt;...the worries of the world are beginning to crowd in &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt;. How sad...how very sad. She is only 4 1/2, for mercy's sake! But, in her sweet innocence, over the last few weeks, she has begun anticipating her "tomorrow's" in fear and anxiety. And, here go our conversations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523968392254430162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TKkT_ErPm9I/AAAAAAAACN4/vBCeNIfiNGY/s320/IMG_1205.JPG" /&gt;"Mommy, what is tomorrow? Then, what is the next day?"&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, where are we going today? Are we staying home today?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, what will we do in three days? What will we eat when we get there?"&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, is tomorrow Sunday? Will I go to Sunday School? Will you pick me up? Then what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has already begun to "worry about tomorrow...". And, in typical 'Christian mother' fashion - &lt;strong&gt;previously&lt;/strong&gt; I may have told her ..."So don't worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of it's own." (NIV, Matt 6:34) I have tried to teach my children - not "just because I said so," but "because this is what the Word of God says." And, I still do...she and I have been memorizing this verse together this week and studying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and don't miss this...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, now I directly help her correlate this "principle" to her relationship with Jesus Christ...that He loves her SOOO much, that he went to the cross to die for her...that He can and will take care of tomorrow...so that she can enjoy today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523965892304728674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TKkRtjoycmI/AAAAAAAACNg/Bygqy4D6Q-Q/s320/IMG_2557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...isn't it amazing that when I can not comfort my child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;God uses His Word to comfort a 4 1/2 year old little girl...&lt;br /&gt;and her mother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523966219567419122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TKkSAmySzvI/AAAAAAAACNo/QDMXp0hgQNo/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/309/EA0AE54C971A58F564134D58A8D3A5F1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-7193728925718541332?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/7193728925718541332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=7193728925718541332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/7193728925718541332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/7193728925718541332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/10/alert-breaking-news-god-uses-his-word.html' title='*ALERT* Breaking News: God Uses His Word To Comfort A 4 1/2 year Old Little Girl...And Her Mother...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TKkPHHcK9fI/AAAAAAAACNQ/getDuOQVOyo/s72-c/Principles+tshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-5541908218144692501</id><published>2010-09-26T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T19:18:21.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.) I chose to work today ... a Sunday ... so I could be with my sister and her family tomorrow. My nephew is having major surgery tomorrow... and I know I made the right decision to work - on a typically non-working day - when the Lord blesses everything I lay my hand to, I see Him working all around me, I am able to remain extremely focused and see things come together that otherwise and previously have not, time flies and I have peace. Now, I can totally focus on my family...the most important thing right now...Lord, heal him quickly if it be your will ... and bless my sister's socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I love fall...I love falling leaves, pumpkins, anything orange, scarecrows, corn stalkes, hay bales, sweatshirt weather, homemade vegetable soup, fall decorations, apple cider, did I mention ... I love fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I had the MOST DELIGHTFUL Saturday...yesterday. At mid-afternoon, my family and I decided to drive to a new area of Kentucky we had never visited before. And, yes...it has a story. Two weeks ago, during the Beth Moore Simulcast I attended, I had the privilige of sitting behind some delightful women. As I worshipped, I happened to notice with my "typically-feminine" keen observation skills that each of the 6 women in front of me had a similar quilted Bible covers, just in different colors/patterns. I suppose you could say that all of a sudden I had "Bible Cover Envy". I just adored their little Bible Covers...they were primitive looking - old-timey...just my style. I inquired about them...and they got so tickled. One lady spoke up and said she owned a store in another community about an hour away that sold primitive home decor and gifts and she had gotten them all one to bring to the simulcast together...WELL - NOW - THAT WAS A GOD ORDAINED APPOINTMENT! We shared some sweet conversation and I took her address/phone #. Needless to say, the first lazy Saturday we had and we were bound for shopping. And, yes...I came home with a Bible Cover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521385446931382914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TJ_mz3hbQoI/AAAAAAAACLg/b4tZMTnIhwI/s320/IMG_4275.JPG" /&gt;...and some primitive curtains, home decor, and more...probably not your thing...but, TOTALLY mine! And, we had the MOST fun driving there and back on the little two lane road- counting little country churches - over 20, looking at old farm houses, teaching the children about old country ways...it was a fun, great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Our internet was off for two nights...and I had a hard time. Wow...we use it alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The more I cannot control, the more I am ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/309/EA0AE54C971A58F564134D58A8D3A5F1.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 34px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523635716271629170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TKflayEH43I/AAAAAAAACNA/yvb9p4CptPs/s320/post+divider+image.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-5541908218144692501?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5541908218144692501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=5541908218144692501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5541908218144692501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5541908218144692501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/09/5-things.html' title='5 things'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TJ_mz3hbQoI/AAAAAAAACLg/b4tZMTnIhwI/s72-c/IMG_4275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-7978806643546182598</id><published>2010-08-21T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T18:31:05.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over- or Under- Stretched?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have often wondered if I was the ONLY girl in the whole world who owned a STRETCH ARMSTRONG. I wanted one from the time I saw it on the commercial on t.v. as a child. I thought it was a fascinating concept...a man who looked farely normal...somewhat muscular, but could be stretched in all directions. He could be pulled, contorted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/THBWTyc9JbI/AAAAAAAACLA/paSg6C9HnCY/s1600/stretch+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507997242234840498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/THBWTyc9JbI/AAAAAAAACLA/paSg6C9HnCY/s320/stretch+1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...until he looked like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/THBWI3mJE7I/AAAAAAAACKw/jY8IHIaAoww/s1600/stretch+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507997054636987314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/THBWI3mJE7I/AAAAAAAACKw/jY8IHIaAoww/s320/stretch+2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and I would pull, twist, turn, writhe...to stretch him as far as he would go! I even thought that at some point, he would never be able to bounce back. But...he always did. He &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;eventually returned to his original, natural state of "normal." He would look like he originally did...the stretching did not "appear" to have damaged to him in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE DAY...[don't you love it when a story changes??]...yes, one day, I was in our basement playing with STRETCH. I had pulled, stretched...laughed and played. When I was finished, I layed him down on the concrete floor and ran off to something else that had grabbed my attention. When I returned at a later time to STRETCH, he hadn't completely returned back to his normal state. I was devestated. I showed my mom and she said that over time, because he had been stretched SO much, it had worn him out and he couldn't take the stretching anymore. His outer protective layer had cracked...he began leaking...and the inward parts came pouring out like a flood. STRETCH could no longer be used for his intended purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Analogy anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Feeling a little stretched?&lt;br /&gt;A fair warning from my dear friend, STRETCH ARMSTRONG...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may think you are invincible. You may think you have it all under control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may be under the false impression that you can do it all alone...be stretched in too many directions and continue to do it all well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my sister, my brother...my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait until you crack like this old walkway...leading to unknown destinations, with unsure footing...unbalanced, uneven...broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508002773144700514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/THBbVusoBmI/AAAAAAAACLI/G8uZdDiGNfM/s320/sidewalk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and the most meaningful parts of who you are lost to who you could have been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508006924387017362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/THBfHXR64pI/AAAAAAAACLQ/Pw56h1CgtW4/s320/landscape.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, doesn't this walkway look much more balanced, peaceful, calm [looks like a great place to read, for those avid readers like me]...leading to rest, peace, joy, and a water source?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;full-out&lt;/strong&gt; focused at this particular time in my life on &lt;em&gt;un-stretching&lt;/em&gt; myself...not living as the world would have me live - stretched in a zillion directions - but as Christ would have me live...resting in His arms, feeding on His Word, enjoying His peace, experiencing and sharing His joy...drinking from the Living Water every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And mostly, taking everyone I can with me to this place...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-7978806643546182598?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/7978806643546182598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=7978806643546182598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/7978806643546182598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/7978806643546182598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/08/over-or-under-stretched.html' title='Over- or Under- Stretched?'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/THBWTyc9JbI/AAAAAAAACLA/paSg6C9HnCY/s72-c/stretch+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-6615039584378783071</id><published>2010-07-28T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:30:39.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm-Chaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TFDLHhG7yXI/AAAAAAAACKg/SC_LwIGeIDs/s1600/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499118475026352498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TFDLHhG7yXI/AAAAAAAACKg/SC_LwIGeIDs/s320/storm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is just incredible to me that I can see time passing so quickly and I am heart searching so much more...nothing has crossed my path the last few months without an impact. Is it my age causing this? Am I more contemplative than before? Am I more aware of God's presence and movement in my life than before - it seems so much more vivid right now. And I am glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rain...actually, I enjoy a good rolling thunderstorm now and then. Anybody feelin' it? In my region of the world, the rain has been falling alot lately. And, as the thunder rolls, I listen for God to say "I'm with you." He has been so apparent in quite a few storms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, my precious 4 year old daughter had a bad fall from a piece of playground equipment onto her head...as she lay unconscious on the ground...I screamed for my mother to ''call 911" as I cried for Jesus...Can you guess who showed up first? He was with me in the storm. He stilled the raging storm in me, helped me calm my child when she regained consciousness and walked me through whatever was to come. Our Abby was healed and God is faithful in my storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few months have brought challenge after huge challenge in my striving to be a &lt;strong&gt;working&lt;/strong&gt; wife and mother. I laid awake at night - often on rainy nights, listening to the thunder roll - praying and listening, seeking Godly counsel. I waited on the Lord...waited...waited...waited. I continue to wait on Him...and I will continue to wait as He delivers me daily from the storms that I fight to be all that He desires me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family so much and I have watched my sister walk through her own storms bravely this summer - being away from her amazing family for 4 weeks, one week at a time to work her way through school courageously - all for HER family. I prayed her through her storm ... she made it through...He is ever faithful in the storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my own personal storm come this summer - even though the weather man may try to predict a storm...it seems we don't want to believe one is coming until we see the dark clouds come ourselves, huh? Well, my personal storm came in the area of a health difficulty that was beyond my control...nothing related to poor health habits or choice...just chance. The only option was surgery...then waiting to see if...if...the storm was going to keep blowing or settle down. Thankfully, this storm has calmed for now. My God is faithful and good. And, he uses my storms to teach me...I want to be teachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I watch others I love go through storms, hurricanes&lt;em&gt;...yes, even tsunami's&lt;/em&gt;. I watch the weather reports - 'the predictions.' But, I have learned with time that science and history does not always know everything! And, I know beyond the shadow of any doubt that my God can calm a storm with a word,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Peace, be still!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499118824696701666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TFDLb3u14uI/AAAAAAAACKo/BlF1epqM2lE/s320/calm+ocean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8795243473922204830-6615039584378783071?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/6615039584378783071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=6615039584378783071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6615039584378783071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6615039584378783071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/07/storm-chaser.html' title='Storm-Chaser'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/TFDLHhG7yXI/AAAAAAAACKg/SC_LwIGeIDs/s72-c/storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-2288651532617347410</id><published>2010-05-01T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T14:08:13.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making and Playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; One of our great family members bought this toy for Abby for Christmas and I put it up in the closet for a great rainy day activity.  Recently, we had that rainy day and this was the perfect thing - a Build-A-Bear Make-And-Play Bear.  It was a delightful project and Abby was just purely smitten with it.  But, more than the bear, we enjoyed the time together - about 2 hours, just the two of us...Making and Playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466404878153370658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S9ySRkDLTCI/AAAAAAAACKE/HzPKKIk0K5o/s320/IMG_3536.JPG" /&gt;As soon as I presented the idea to Abby and got the box down from the top shelf of the closet, she ran to the living room and dumped all the supplies out on the floor. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466404872020176018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S9ySRNM6LJI/AAAAAAAACJ8/V-ysvPi2VhQ/s320/IMG_3537.JPG" /&gt;"Are we really going to sew that bear all by ourselves, mommy?  That'll be great!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466405152732419954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S9yShi77F3I/AAAAAAAACKM/xSHUVXPTquw/s320/IMG_3535.JPG" /&gt;She stayed with the activity entirely until it was completed...and sometimes, it became pretty tedious.  She and I worked together very hard for about 2 hours, sewing, sewing and more sewing.  We then had to stuff her, decorate her clothing with paint and iron-ons, and dress her.  Whew...what a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466405156553971490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S9yShxLDVyI/AAAAAAAACKU/aJePiWHANoo/s320/IMG_3534.JPG" /&gt; We took our time so she could learn how to do it, and she really enjoyed the independence and the craftiness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S9ySQnppYdI/AAAAAAAACJ0/vjNz083mFsI/s1600/IMG_3538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466404861940163026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S9ySQnppYdI/AAAAAAAACJ0/vjNz083mFsI/s320/IMG_3538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The large plastic needle was just the right size for her tiny hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S9ySQJjiZrI/AAAAAAAACJs/Xwp4THJ9jVs/s1600/IMG_3539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466404853861476018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S9ySQJjiZrI/AAAAAAAACJs/Xwp4THJ9jVs/s320/IMG_3539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abby was so ecstatically proud of our accomplishment! &lt;br /&gt;What a great day with great memories with an amazing daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S9ySPbQe4lI/AAAAAAAACJk/mU7aJqvr_Wc/s1600/IMG_3540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466404841433522770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S9ySPbQe4lI/AAAAAAAACJk/mU7aJqvr_Wc/s320/IMG_3540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teddy turned out pretty cute too, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8795243473922204830-2288651532617347410?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/2288651532617347410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=2288651532617347410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/2288651532617347410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/2288651532617347410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/05/making-and-playing.html' title='Making and Playing'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S9ySRkDLTCI/AAAAAAAACKE/HzPKKIk0K5o/s72-c/IMG_3536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-8056018957706484651</id><published>2010-04-20T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:51:22.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DEEP END</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Alot of the time, the Lord uses me to teach my children. Right now, He is using my children to teach me...to lead me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Isaac began gymnastics, Jonah said, "...but mom, what can I do?" So, the discussions began. It was dead of winter...but all he could think of was that he wanted to learn to swim better. We began working and working to find him some instruction and was so blessed to find someone at a local college campus who took a personal interest in him and decided to teach him one-on-one every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has made tremendous progress and now is able to swim the full distance across the pool without stopping - breathing well, coming up for air...we're so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, he had to tackle...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE DEEP END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two weeks in a row, we prayed, talked about it, encouraged him, cheered him on ... did everything we knew to do to help him overcome his fear - but he continued to have just a tremendous fear of swimming in the water that was over his head. He began thinking about the bottom - the area he couldn't see or touch - and would panic. Although the water or his skill level hadn't changed - his mind had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT - this week - this week...things changed to the glory of God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;As soon as we arrived, Jonah went straight to the five foot waters (which is a foot above his head). He got in confidently and swam beautifully. Mike and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders. After a few minutes, I said, "Well, Jonah, where did that come from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, my 8 year old son looked me in the eyes and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"FEAR'S NOT GOING TO RULE MY LIFE!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I said, "Huh?" And, he yelled it again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Mommy, FEAR'S NOT GOING TO RULE MY LIFE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Michael and I looked at one another in shock - did he really say that? Where did that come from? And I asked him..."Jonah, where did you hear that? Who told you that?" He just casually said, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Nobody mom, God just put it in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After I regained my thoughts and processed what had just happened, I said, "Jonah, what happened to the Jonah that was here last week - the one that was afraid, cried and wouldn't let go of the wall?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;His reply: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"He got swallowed by the whale, mom!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehehehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S85FHikojpI/AAAAAAAACJc/lXhdhgOGtsI/s1600/IMG_3727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462379393888849554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S85FHikojpI/AAAAAAAACJc/lXhdhgOGtsI/s320/IMG_3727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Jonah loves to float in the water...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S85FHLKkDsI/AAAAAAAACJU/bEyYiT-c6EI/s1600/IMG_3724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462379387605487298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S85FHLKkDsI/AAAAAAAACJU/bEyYiT-c6EI/s320/IMG_3724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; He swims whereever he wants now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S85EwI8P9DI/AAAAAAAACJM/QvyDZGinvIg/s1600/IMG_3725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462378991871587378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S85EwI8P9DI/AAAAAAAACJM/QvyDZGinvIg/s320/IMG_3725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Practicing his breathing and kicking...he works so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S85Ev2HaMkI/AAAAAAAACJE/5zx-G9cAM4I/s1600/IMG_3723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462378986818122306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S85Ev2HaMkI/AAAAAAAACJE/5zx-G9cAM4I/s320/IMG_3723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What a handsome doll baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S85EvZM5S7I/AAAAAAAACI8/-0yEwNHrSqg/s1600/IMG_3722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462378979056503730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S85EvZM5S7I/AAAAAAAACI8/-0yEwNHrSqg/s320/IMG_3722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lord, teach me to have courage when I can't see or touch the bottom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/8795243473922204830-8056018957706484651?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/8056018957706484651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=8056018957706484651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8056018957706484651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8056018957706484651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/04/deep-end.html' title='THE DEEP END'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S85FHikojpI/AAAAAAAACJc/lXhdhgOGtsI/s72-c/IMG_3727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-717845779427770794</id><published>2010-04-18T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T04:22:00.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But It's My Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"But, it's my dream, mom." Wow! I never expected to hear those words from an 8 year old boy. It was a week night and he asked me to sit on the couch. Usually, it is the reverse...I am asking one of MY children to it on the couch...so I can get their attention, help them focus on what I am about to tell them...so I can look them in the eye and have them hear something from my heart to theirs. But, that night...he needed mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, since the boys were small, we had allowed...even encouraged them...as they pursued athletic interests - they dabbled in a small, local basketball league for two seasons, they played Little League baseball last season (and did exceptionally well, I might add!) But, this year was going to be different, I could see. My children were developing their own thoughts and ideas...their own dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac asked me to sit ... to hear his request ... a request I had heard casually many times, but hadn't actually listened to or taken seriously for some reason. Did I think it was a whim, did he really know what he was asking to do, was it possible that I had a prejudice that I didn't want to deal with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said plainly, "Mom, I want to take gymanstics. It's my dream. Can I? I think I can do good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I immediately said, "Let me talk to dad and we'll see what we can do." I did my research and within the week had him in the local Tumbling class. After the first class, the coach came to me and said, "...you were right, mom. He's got talent. I think he can be competitive in a year or less." Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after 3 months, two standing backhand springs independently, 10 backhand springs consecutively (being spotted of course), trampoline work and much, much more, he continues to work hard to see his dream become reality. He never walks anywhere now...he flips, flops and tumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S8uc_DeoLfI/AAAAAAAACI0/4Q7gJv3Kh0s/s1600/IMG_3714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461631580196318706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S8uc_DeoLfI/AAAAAAAACI0/4Q7gJv3Kh0s/s320/IMG_3714.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He enjoys it so much that his teachers have to remind him to quit smiling and "get focused"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S8uc-4pk44I/AAAAAAAACIs/suxyrTP4NqU/s1600/IMG_3698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461631577289450370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S8uc-4pk44I/AAAAAAAACIs/suxyrTP4NqU/s320/IMG_3698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His natural agility is so fun to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S8uc-RjIzgI/AAAAAAAACIk/v2H1fdsHaR8/s1600/IMG_3695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461631566793461250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S8uc-RjIzgI/AAAAAAAACIk/v2H1fdsHaR8/s320/IMG_3695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's making great gains and we are so glad that we are following his dream.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything your children are telling you that you haven't heard lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-717845779427770794?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/717845779427770794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=717845779427770794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/717845779427770794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/717845779427770794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/04/but-its-my-dream.html' title='But It&apos;s My Dream.'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S8uc_DeoLfI/AAAAAAAACI0/4Q7gJv3Kh0s/s72-c/IMG_3714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-8353042871984369618</id><published>2010-04-08T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:35:48.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Sunday...just  amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I am so very sincerely thankful to be a child of the resurrected King!  And, for some reason, this particular Resurrection Sunday morning, I was particularly excited...I felt a stirring in my spirit...His Spirit calling me to worship as never before.  His power was on display as I hadn't experienced it in a long time...more than likely my issue...definitely not God's!  It was a revival for my soul, an awakening of my mind, a drawing of my heart...a uniting of the body of Christ.  And, I wouldn't have missed it for anything at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following our church celebration, we continued the celebration with our families...and here are a few pictures to help us remember - it is good to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457943344180305602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S76CjdoTHsI/AAAAAAAACH8/5PIG6EJ0-uA/s320/IMG_3575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457943349720390034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S76CjyRKGZI/AAAAAAAACIE/qVGZ5tS_aLg/s320/IMG_3601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457943360604238562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S76Cka0EcuI/AAAAAAAACIM/evp9siDfH5Y/s320/IMG_3604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457943364015992418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S76CknhfrmI/AAAAAAAACIU/xWyd26ZgbZ4/s320/IMG_3605.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457943374024352098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S76ClMzrIWI/AAAAAAAACIc/PerpOFUsXVc/s320/IMG_3623.JPG" /&gt; It's not about us...its ALL about Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/8795243473922204830-8353042871984369618?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/8353042871984369618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=8353042871984369618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8353042871984369618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8353042871984369618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/04/resurrection-sundayjust-amazing.html' title='Resurrection Sunday...just  amazing.'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S76CjdoTHsI/AAAAAAAACH8/5PIG6EJ0-uA/s72-c/IMG_3575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-892252916043073728</id><published>2010-03-28T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:38:19.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl, A Dream...Come True!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453811668399298754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S6_U0R7SGMI/AAAAAAAACG8/1RYm_MTzt8M/s320/IMG_3542.JPG" /&gt; ...I dreamed of having an electronic reading device...advanced technology that only an AVID reader could fully appreciate. Technology that allow me to have a complete bookstore at my disposal 24 hours/day, 7 days a week. Technology that would allow me to read, be read to, would mark my pages automatically, store thousands of books, be lightweight and thin, and easier to read than any book I had previously held in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453811687950521954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S6_U1awqFmI/AAAAAAAACHM/GWibEwC2VIc/s320/IMG_3544.JPG" /&gt;Then, just in time for my birthday, the UPS man showed up on my doorstep. (No wonder my husband wouldn't take us out for supper on Friday night...he knew something was up!) The Amazon box came right on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453811700027226450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S6_U2Hv9-VI/AAAAAAAACHU/tEPGIgen8To/s320/IMG_3545.JPG" /&gt;And...yes, I recognized the box I had seen on Amazon's website as I had looked and dreamed many times before...the "Once Upon A Time..." on the end had given it away! Was my dream about to come true? Was I really going to be able to carry my own personal library everywhere I went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453811704965609074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S6_U2aJXtnI/AAAAAAAACHc/0rLOfPqQoIE/s320/IMG_3548.JPG" /&gt;Whaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A KINDLE DX!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453812007251501250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S6_VIAP8YMI/AAAAAAAACHk/PZ0U8Pz1Jf4/s320/IMG_3550.JPG" /&gt;It was amazing to see and hold! I was so excited! Within minutes I was able to download 27 books to MY Kindle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453812011968715266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S6_VIR0nWgI/AAAAAAAACHs/r4W8t9mUi_4/s320/IMG_3549.JPG" /&gt;(Of course, I already had been perusing the Kindle Store and had signed up to receive Kindle updates to my Twitter account months before...so there wasn't much left to do but get busy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S6_VI5zF-aI/AAAAAAAACH0/_hOJH9_peBs/s1600/IMG_3547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453812022699751842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S6_VI5zF-aI/AAAAAAAACH0/_hOJH9_peBs/s320/IMG_3547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How do I thank my husband, Michael, enough for caring so much? He knew the dream! Hehehe...what fun! Now, all I want to do is read! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-892252916043073728?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/892252916043073728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=892252916043073728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/892252916043073728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/892252916043073728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/03/girl-dreamcome-true.html' title='A Girl, A Dream...Come True!'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S6_U0R7SGMI/AAAAAAAACG8/1RYm_MTzt8M/s72-c/IMG_3542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-2118184777739226187</id><published>2010-03-22T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:02:40.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Fish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S6gSh0_miCI/AAAAAAAACG0/F8PkUE0pixY/s1600-h/fish+out+of+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451627721302378530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S6gSh0_miCI/AAAAAAAACG0/F8PkUE0pixY/s320/fish+out+of+water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I got back from a recent work trip two weeks ago, I have felt like a &lt;em&gt;fish out of water&lt;/em&gt;... flipping and flopping around, trying to survive...trying to plug into the lifesource...feeling like I was on the shore, close to the water, but just couldn't get in. I've been &lt;strong&gt;off-kilter&lt;/strong&gt;! And, I am not really sure why. I have gone from a week of exhaustion to a week of sickness, two sick children, stress, fatigue, unusually difficult and unexpected circumstances as well as emotional and spiritual challenges that have shaken me to the core. Wow! Does it sound like I am being a drama princess here, or what? But, it's so true! I have had to make some tough decisions during this time and still be everything to everyone...a tough place to be. Rather than being able to give in to sickness and just get well, I have had to be on my toes, manage alot, keep others at their best, be on my game, and keep it together. Hard stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I passed the test? Well, I give myself a big fat "F" for week 1;&lt;br /&gt;but week 2, my grade's coming up! &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm at least floatin' again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-2118184777739226187?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/2118184777739226187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=2118184777739226187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/2118184777739226187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/2118184777739226187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/03/like-fish.html' title='Like a Fish.'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S6gSh0_miCI/AAAAAAAACG0/F8PkUE0pixY/s72-c/fish+out+of+water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-7588433253561537863</id><published>2010-03-07T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:11:05.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOWEVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S5Q7dT4NzfI/AAAAAAAACGs/y6BBzk8SlyQ/s1600-h/off+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446043224136076786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S5Q7dT4NzfI/AAAAAAAACGs/y6BBzk8SlyQ/s320/off+day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got back on Friday evening from Atlanta from a week-long business trip, I thought the best way to reflect how I have felt - or more accurately - the kind of weekend I have had, is with the above self-portrait.  You see, I had a great learning experience there...but, boy...am I exhausted.  I couldn't wait to get home, put on my comfy clothes and wind down!  And, that's exactly what I have been doing.  With the exception of attending a baby shower and church, my days have been filled with my hair being twisted up on my head, reading, relaxing, napping and playing with my children.  And, there's just something about being out of your routine for a week that puts things WAY out-of-sync.  I am wondering when my 'in-sync' will be back????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, some things really came together for me this week.  It is so great when you get that moment of &lt;strong&gt;"A-ha!"&lt;/strong&gt;  that you know is going to make a difference in how you do things.   But, how do I sustain that?  How do I keep that going?  At work, at home, at church, and in my personal life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I must continually be learning...seeking wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;I know that I must be living my life with vision...knowing that things can be different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see that it is the little things that clearly make the big things count...integrity, caring, work ethic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I confirm that I can't do it alone...through Christ who strengthen's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I admit...that sometimes I don't know which direction to turn...even when I seek His voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't doubt that I will make mistakes...lots of them...and its ok.  I'm ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dream...alot.  I get scared...sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get tired.&lt;br /&gt;That bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOWEVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Don't you love that...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However...I will!&lt;br /&gt;  I will do what God has called me to do.  It is completely and utterly doable. &lt;br /&gt;I will have to step out of my comfort zone to do it sometimes...but we will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get 'er done!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-7588433253561537863?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/7588433253561537863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=7588433253561537863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/7588433253561537863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/7588433253561537863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/03/however.html' title='HOWEVER!'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S5Q7dT4NzfI/AAAAAAAACGs/y6BBzk8SlyQ/s72-c/off+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-721446087532816626</id><published>2010-02-15T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:10:09.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bell Family Winter Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S3n95UGQIAI/AAAAAAAACGk/_-zs38IXrJg/s1600-h/Olympics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438657186115887106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S3n95UGQIAI/AAAAAAAACGk/_-zs38IXrJg/s320/Olympics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;We've been enjoying watching the Olympics as a family, cheering on the USA, watching the gifts and talents of the many athletes and teaching the children about the various sports and countries. Tonight, Abby said, "Mommy when Daddy takes Isaac and Jonah to the Olympics, can me and you stay home? I think my toes-ies would get cold there. We'll just watch them on t.v., okay?" I think she truly believes that HER brothers will be in the Olympics someday! She thinks they can do anything! And, WOW...&lt;em&gt;her daddy&lt;/em&gt;...well...that's on a whole 'nutha level! If her brothers can be in the Olympics, her Daddy must be IN CHARGE of the Olympics! She just adores them - and I love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she has the idea that her brothers are going to be Olympic champions because Jonah is preparing to begin private swimming lessons at the local private college and Isaac is in gymnastics now at the local power tumbling center. Abby is so proud of them...and so are we! Hopefully, in the next few weeks, there will be plenty of pictures to follow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, Abigail will be performing as a butterfly in her dance Troupe's spring ballet performance of Cinderella. She is so excited! She will also have tap and jazz performances there as well. So, she is also quite the little busy bee as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children are beginning to blossom into little individuals - little people with their own interests, desires, emerging gifts and talents. They are wanting to try new things, stretch their wings, try to fly...I want to see them go fo the Gold! But, no matter the result...I just hope they run the race set before them with perseverance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-721446087532816626?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/721446087532816626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=721446087532816626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/721446087532816626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/721446087532816626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/02/bell-family-winter-games.html' title='Bell Family Winter Games'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S3n95UGQIAI/AAAAAAAACGk/_-zs38IXrJg/s72-c/Olympics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-2742749343882323621</id><published>2010-01-31T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T06:28:18.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Their Mark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before Mike and I were blessed with our 3 children, we used to sit in our perfectly clean home together and say things like, "I just wish there were toys EVERYWHERE" or "if God would just give us children, we would never complain about the mess...it would be such a blessing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, eight years later...three incredible children later...I got my mess...everywhere! And, I realize that it is so temporary. It won't last forever. It can be cleaned. We clean up the toys everyday...then, they play and play some more. They love each other. They are so creative. They don't just make messes...they love to play. And, I love to play with them and watch them play together...learning how to love one another, share, interact, work out disagreements, improve their social skills, develop their talents...it's so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'll miss this terribly...I know that for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432908633245070402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S2WRnf25tEI/AAAAAAAACGc/Pu0Z2t3CR5U/s320/IMG_3532.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is not unusual to find little "pods"of toys lying around that have been played with and are now "taking a rest."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432908625084481474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S2WRnBdQ_8I/AAAAAAAACGU/ckU__zo0eMs/s320/IMG_3531.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;During this recent snow storm, the boys (and Abby too!) have re-discovered their Lightening McQueen toys.  I love when they re-find toys they haven't played with in a long time and start playing with them like they are brand new again.  (Jonah keeps his Pluto he bought at Disney World recently close by all the time, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432908621883586338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S2WRm1iHNyI/AAAAAAAACGM/f2ywbDkITYE/s320/IMG_3530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isaac draws ALL the time!  Everyday...he draws!  He loves art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432908616646561698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S2WRmiBgj6I/AAAAAAAACGE/BICs2vB1u64/s320/IMG_3529.JPG" /&gt;First things this morning, Abby said, "Mommy, you be the mommy horse and I'll be the baby horse!"  Yesterday, we played fairies, princesses and lots more.  She sleeps with the pound puppy that is behind her right arm every night.  (and yes...she dressed herself in this gorgous pajama ensemble-hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-2742749343882323621?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/2742749343882323621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=2742749343882323621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/2742749343882323621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/2742749343882323621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/01/leaving-their-mark.html' title='Leaving Their Mark'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S2WRnf25tEI/AAAAAAAACGc/Pu0Z2t3CR5U/s72-c/IMG_3532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-790581042670146629</id><published>2010-01-23T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:19:19.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S1ut5sY9LkI/AAAAAAAACF8/zVuCWB-GoXs/s1600-h/Large+print+bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430124982405246530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S1ut5sY9LkI/AAAAAAAACF8/zVuCWB-GoXs/s320/Large+print+bible.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About three months ago, I was sitting in my Sunday School class and noticed - much to my own shock - that I was having difficulty seeing my small print Bible. I had NO TROUBLE at all seeing my neighbor's Bible at the same table that was &lt;strong&gt;Large&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;PRINT &lt;/strong&gt;beside me though. What had changed? Had my eyes changed quickly or had it been gradual? Why was I squinting to see - why was everything more blurred than usual? Not sure really. I even found myself holding my Bible really close to my eyes to read and have had more trouble seeing distance as well lately. Interestingly, the next weekend, we found ourselves at a LifeWay Christian Bookstore and I located a Large Print NIV Bible and purchased it for myself. Aaaahhh...so much less strain on the almost 38 year old eyes. And, yes...for those of you who may wonder, I am planning on making an appointment with the eye doctor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this little event has caused me to think alot about how I "see" God's Word. Do I -do we - ever see it as some little words on a little page...written to be read when it's convenient, written to be drawn close to when I want to - to read what only we want to see at the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No - the Words are much bigger than that! They are life. They are to be obeyed - lived out, studied, examined, memorized, discussed, taught...they are Bigger Words than we most often allow them to be. We must not obey them when it is convenient - choosing only to read the ones that make us feel good. We must read them ALL; see them ALL; obey them ALL;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my life will not make sense to the world. I will do things that are contrary to the flow - swim against the current - sometimes even do things that don't "feel" right to &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. But, I will do them none-the-less...it's called obedience! Maybe the feelings will follow - maybe they won't - doesn't matter, really. I &lt;strong&gt;choose&lt;/strong&gt; to live by the Bigger Words. His Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-790581042670146629?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/790581042670146629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=790581042670146629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/790581042670146629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/790581042670146629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2010/01/bigger-words.html' title='Bigger Words'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S1ut5sY9LkI/AAAAAAAACF8/zVuCWB-GoXs/s72-c/Large+print+bible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-1960962699799561078</id><published>2010-01-18T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:34:25.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I often think of a component of Christian &lt;em&gt;growth and maturity&lt;/em&gt; as our ability to see God's Word in an ever-expanding context. As a young Christian years ago, I would read God's Word and often not understand...but I could keep reading and eventually find something, somewhere that I could comprehend and relate to. It might have just been phrase or a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; verse...and I would hang on to it...memorize it. And, with the Holy Spirit's guidance and wisdom, as time passes, I am excited to learn more &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; about the context that I am reading, how it is relevant, and how I can apply it to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to share one example from today...I've been reading and studying I Thessalonians...Paul, Silas and Timothy's letter to the church in Thessalonica. Just reading the ending chapter (chapter 5), I gain so much instruction about how to live - sort of like "logisitics" of the Christian life. But, by expanding my thought processes and looking at the contexts of Paul's life, his history of persecuting Christians, his journeys, his own sufferings for the cause of Christ...and SO MUCH MORE...it just brings this passage to LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, at this particular time in my own life...it's relevance just overwhelms me!!! And, this is what I love about digging into God's Word...loving the Word of God. As you allow it to work in you, it speaks right to the heart of your personal life and circumstances. &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;strong&gt;-I Thessalonians 5: 14-26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;14 Brothers and sisters, we urge you to warn those who are lazy. Encourage those who are timid. Take tender care of those who are weak. Be patient with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;15 See that no one pays back evil for evil, but always try to do good to each other and to all people.&lt;br /&gt;16 Always be joyful. 17 Never stop praying. 18 Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;19 Do not stifle the Holy Spirit. 20 Do not scoff at prophecies, 21 but test everything that is said. Hold on to what is good. 22 Stay away from every kind of evil.&lt;br /&gt;23 Now may the God of peace make you holy in every way, and may your whole spirit and soul and body be kept blameless until our Lord Jesus Christ comes again. 24 God will make this happen, for he who calls you is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;25 Dear brothers and sisters, pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;26 Greet all the brothers and sisters with Christian love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428273152986818114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/S1UZrCORpkI/AAAAAAAACF0/sT_7G3hTybg/s320/hands+1.jpg" /&gt;Tough calls sometimes...for me...maybe for you. I am a work in progress.  I am working on being all Christ would have me be. I am going to do my best to live by His Word - I hope others will join me. It's all for the sake of the call! 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I am worse than the children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get your gifts wrapped, pack the car (don't forget my present...hehe).&lt;br /&gt;...start the hot chocolate percolatin'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get your &lt;em&gt;'celebratin'&lt;/em&gt; clothes on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's Jesus' Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This calls for a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; celebration!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to hear how you make it special at your house...we've already started!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 59px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 77px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418233081628255186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SzFuR9y449I/AAAAAAAACFk/K844-zj5JBs/s320/mickey+christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-1420775959553215309?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/1420775959553215309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/1420775959553215309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/12/everybody-ready-its-almost-here.html' title='It&apos;s almost here!'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SzFuR9y449I/AAAAAAAACFk/K844-zj5JBs/s72-c/mickey+christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-4269914284786907134</id><published>2009-12-19T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T17:37:50.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whew...what a mixed bag of happenings today.  The snow storm came as predicted...absolutely beautiful.  Then, a huge tree fell across our yard, broke our fence down!  &lt;strong&gt;Oh, well&lt;/strong&gt;, fences come and fences go - we are all fine!  That's the most important thing.  The power had gone at about 2 a.m., so we loaded up at 9 a.m. and headed to my in-laws.  It took us 40 minutes to make a typical 8 minute ride out of our side road due to downed trees/power lines.  It was obvious that our neighbors had been out for hours cutting trees in the night - such a mess.  We had too drive a maze on the road to dodge them.  Mike started calling checking on our many of our elderly church members/those who may need assistance and checking in early today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived at families, we shared a much appreciated, warm, &lt;em&gt;biscuits-n-gravy breakfast&lt;/em&gt; and nice, cozy nap. Then, the kids, granny and papaw along w/ daddy, built an awesome snowman and had a great snowball fight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, we are praying for the folks working for the power companies, many of whom are friends, those that have lost power and those in need...that we will be aware of needs and meet them as we are able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and we are thankful for the beautiful white snow and our family that helped us during our time of need as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tried to upload pics without success...will add later!  Everyone stay warm:)&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;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-4269914284786907134?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/4269914284786907134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=4269914284786907134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4269914284786907134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4269914284786907134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/12/mixed-bag.html' title='Mixed Bag'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-4761586285462827018</id><published>2009-12-10T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:08:50.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So is mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SyGpRtMPz0I/AAAAAAAACFc/T3UiDMao-B8/s1600-h/Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413794348729880386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SyGpRtMPz0I/AAAAAAAACFc/T3UiDMao-B8/s320/Jesus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a messy life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;born in a stable, placed in a manger...it was &lt;strong&gt;dirty, unkempt, unorganized&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He left His parents and caused &lt;strong&gt;sheer pandamonium/panic&lt;/strong&gt; when they couldn't find Him;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was often surrounded by crowds/&lt;strong&gt;bombarded&lt;/strong&gt;, yet often &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He was...&lt;strong&gt;passionate;&lt;br /&gt;...misunderstood;&lt;br /&gt;...angry; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...loving;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...honest;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...accused;&lt;br /&gt;...kind;&lt;br /&gt;...rejected;&lt;br /&gt;...lied about;&lt;br /&gt;...man-handled;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...persecuted - at times by those who claimed to know Him/understand Him/love Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;It was a messy life...Christ's life was a messy life.&lt;br /&gt;He lived it out &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;perfectly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- but it was messy -&lt;br /&gt;all over the map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So is mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-4761586285462827018?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/4761586285462827018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=4761586285462827018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4761586285462827018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4761586285462827018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-is-mine.html' title='So is mine.'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SyGpRtMPz0I/AAAAAAAACFc/T3UiDMao-B8/s72-c/Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-6313122850127135046</id><published>2009-12-05T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T17:31:02.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Parade '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had a very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Christmas-y"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day today...and what a joy! It started with Christmas play dress rehearsal at our church, then on to Paintsville for Abby to participate in her very first parade, the Christmas parade with her dance school, &lt;a href="http://www.pointeofjoy.org/"&gt;Pointe of Joy Performing Arts&lt;/a&gt;. We had a great time and she really enjoyed the dance performance they did in front of the courthouse steps at the end...it was her favorite part...(although she could have done without the fire truck that followed behind us and honked his horn/ran his siren the whole time during the parade -hehehe.). The snow made it so pretty tonight and really settled for me the Christmas season has begun...&lt;br /&gt;Abby really enjoys taking ballet, tap and jazz. She is getting very excited about her first Christmas performance on December 21...&lt;em&gt;A JOYful Christmas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411923509853971762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SxsDwjRuZTI/AAAAAAAACEs/l-Yi1xrV-yE/s320/IMG_2578.JPG" /&gt;Pre-parade pose in her pretty snow-princess ballet costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411923529750326706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SxsDxtZYrbI/AAAAAAAACE8/-kQ1TbXcSLI/s320/IMG_2607.JPG" /&gt;Such a sweetie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411923520668567938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SxsDxLkICYI/AAAAAAAACE0/OmXOeXnj5BE/s320/IMG_2598.JPG" /&gt;Halfway during the parade, the troupe took a break to warm up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SxsDydtJRWI/AAAAAAAACFM/xokqs36fXJA/s1600-h/IMG_2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411923542718104930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SxsDydtJRWI/AAAAAAAACFM/xokqs36fXJA/s320/IMG_2625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So serious during her performance...she never missed a beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411923534353944834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SxsDx-i-UQI/AAAAAAAACFE/O9UnXsyTmDc/s320/IMG_2624.JPG" /&gt;Performing at the courthouse steps to the company opening number of the Christmas show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411925757848321778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SxsFzZtV_vI/AAAAAAAACFU/RN5PrkiwOtM/s320/IMG_2630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy, Isaac, and Jonah had a fun time cheering on their little Snow Princess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8795243473922204830-6313122850127135046?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/6313122850127135046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=6313122850127135046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6313122850127135046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6313122850127135046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-parade-09.html' title='Christmas Parade &apos;09'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SxsDwjRuZTI/AAAAAAAACEs/l-Yi1xrV-yE/s72-c/IMG_2578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-3605051373106224838</id><published>2009-11-30T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:55:32.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday Mayhem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since my babysitting options fell through for Black Friday due to family illness, Mike and I decided to tackle shopping in Lexington with ALL THREE CHILDREN. Many would ask what I was thinking, I am sure. But, we had a Bell family meeting to discuss our options, and ultimately, the options were to sit at home and look at each other on my only day off or go and hope for the best. We chose option two and encouraged each other that a good attitude could save the day. Well, needless to say, other than a few minor meltdowns, the day was a blazing success for the Black Friday Bargain-Hunting Bell's!!! We found some great deals, got 85% of our Christmas shopping complete and enjoyed each other's company quite thoroughly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter - I guess you sort of had to be there - note, we did had a funny incident in the Disney store. Abby found a plush doll - Ariel the mermaid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 81px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410079665618663314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SxR2ysPDt5I/AAAAAAAACEk/XhmNKQlCBDQ/s320/ariel.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;that she fell in love with. She began whining and begging for it. I started with the "...well, maybe that would be a great Christmas present..." or "...let's wait and see if you get it for Christmas" story. In the meantime, Michael was already deep in line to purchase our already chosen Christmas gifts for others on our list. I made a last minute decision to try to get the doll to him quickly before Abby saw it so I would have it for her for Christmas. So, when she turned her back, I tried to toss it - quarterback-style - to him. In the meantime [imagine slow-mo here], a real nice looking lady stepped into the dolls trajectory and it co-cocked her in the back of the head. My gut response was to duck behind the "Santa Buddies Plush Dog" display, which I did do!!!...and I heard Mike say, "Uh, sorry, ma'am." Needless to say, I have never seen him so embarrassed to be married to ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody had to take the fall so the baby could have the doll she wanted for Christmas, right - hehehe? Disclaimer: No one was harmed in the purchase of this plush doll - except my husband's pride;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-3605051373106224838?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/3605051373106224838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=3605051373106224838' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/3605051373106224838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/3605051373106224838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-friday-mayhem.html' title='Black Friday Mayhem'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SxR2ysPDt5I/AAAAAAAACEk/XhmNKQlCBDQ/s72-c/ariel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-829013277215880416</id><published>2009-11-15T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:12:10.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're a Man, Now!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't it quite funny the way our children view things...how they see life through different lenses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While celebrating Michael's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday this week, the children ran in, surprised him (with a little help from the birthday elf) with cheesecake (his favorite), and a fun gift and a card that sang, "Lord, you are good and your mercy endureth forever...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Isaac spontaneously announced to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Now&lt;/strong&gt;, you're a man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abby began to chime in&lt;em&gt;..."My daddy's a man now...eeewwww."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great laugh and we had a delightful time celebrating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SwCP9R8qkFI/AAAAAAAACEc/sLMdb2pW79c/s1600-h/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404477835797237842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SwCP9R8qkFI/AAAAAAAACEc/sLMdb2pW79c/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I then asked each of the children, while we sat around the table indulging in cheesecake, to remind their daddy of their favorite memories of him...&lt;br /&gt;great conversation and memories developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac: "I loved riding the roller coasters at King's Island with you."&lt;br /&gt;Jonah: "Yeah...but riding the log flume with daddy was better...we got soaked and laughed."&lt;br /&gt;Abby: "I want to go fishing with you dad, like the boys do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just rememebering, but planning more family fun and memory making was great.&lt;br /&gt;I love being blessed with this family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; memory of you:&lt;br /&gt;let's see, was it...&lt;br /&gt;...the two weeks we spent on mission in California?&lt;br /&gt;...how proud I was when you were honored as District 9 Teacher of the Year?&lt;br /&gt;...laughing while playing charades at home?&lt;br /&gt;...watching you read and study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you know how that gets me EVERYTIME - nothing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hotter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than a prayed up/studied up MAN OF GOD!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...travelling with you around the world to build the family God intended for us;&lt;br /&gt;...so much more...floods of great memories...just can't decide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Love you with all of my spirit-filled heart!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-829013277215880416?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/829013277215880416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=829013277215880416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/829013277215880416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/829013277215880416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/11/youe-man-now.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re a Man, Now!&quot;'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SwCP9R8qkFI/AAAAAAAACEc/sLMdb2pW79c/s72-c/IMG_0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-1803335310821207620</id><published>2009-11-09T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:51:11.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ole' G.B. is outta here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Svg48ktbpCI/AAAAAAAACEU/dYaJfzYaOBk/s1600-h/surgery+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402130366328448034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Svg48ktbpCI/AAAAAAAACEU/dYaJfzYaOBk/s320/surgery+2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes....someone had the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to '&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIDDLE'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with my insides!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Svg48WRkdMI/AAAAAAAACEM/Cx7QrJZpMiE/s1600-h/surgery.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402130362453488834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Svg48WRkdMI/AAAAAAAACEM/Cx7QrJZpMiE/s320/surgery.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And, I lived to tell about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;can't laugh tooooo hard yet...still a little sore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that ole &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;G.B. (gall bladder)&lt;/span&gt; is finally outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/8795243473922204830-1803335310821207620?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/1803335310821207620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=1803335310821207620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/1803335310821207620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/1803335310821207620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/11/ole-gb-is-outta-here.html' title='The ole&apos; G.B. is outta here!'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Svg48ktbpCI/AAAAAAAACEU/dYaJfzYaOBk/s72-c/surgery+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-4696350080805241935</id><published>2009-11-01T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:47:31.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;October has been a different month for us...a time to reach deep within us and rely on the simplest precepts of our faith to pull us through what seemed like - to the world - often insurmountable mountains. Although somethings - some moments - are are just too intimate to share, I would like to highlight a few precious times we have spent as a family this month...October, 2009, we shall not soon forget...that is sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399337215124344306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Su5MlxoIjfI/AAAAAAAACEE/Lqrpl82JzJQ/s320/surgery.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;At the beginning of October, Mike had to have surgery. Although I will gladly spare you the details, it was a &lt;strong&gt;difficult&lt;/strong&gt; time - more of a challenge than we EVER anticipated. God was good and granted healing in His timing...but the challenge brought us closer as a couple...and the reliance we had to have on one another to see it through developed a bonding we are thankful for...although we hope to not have to go through that again anytime soon, right, honey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 72px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399334798832550738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Su5KZIPRw1I/AAAAAAAACDs/AsHK8nYlHxc/s320/swine+flu.jpg" /&gt; Next, Abby developed a terrible bout with the flu - Type A - probably H1N1 in all likelihood - about a week after Mike's surgery. Her fevers topped out at &lt;strong&gt;105.8&lt;/strong&gt; - WOW - scary, hairy times...that I know for sure. So add to a healing surgical patient - a very sick toddler, a working mom, two boys in school, husband with surgery &lt;em&gt;complications&lt;/em&gt;, and other issues on top of that - challenging. It caused me to DIG DEEP. And, God was more than I ever needed - never failed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Following physical healing and restoration in my home, we were directly thrown into enormous emotional pain as we learned of my family's tragic experience - the death of my cousin, Dustin Bradley Everage - so handsome, exceptionally talented, 29 years of life...we just kept saying to each other..."This is so hard, this is so hard." Of the eight grandchildren on my maternal grandparents family branch, there are six of us now living - of which I am the oldest. Although I do not mourn without hope, I still deal with the grief on a daily basis. I hurt so much for my extended family - the family that has been at this same place time and time again. It is powerful...powerful...so powerful. God has us at a vulnerable place - a powerful place. He is a powerful God. He is allowing us to experience life - difficult times - and still be able to see His power. I see Him working in me in powerful ways through all of this...but I realize that although my circumstances change - surgery, sick children, death...He never changes. His power never changes. He is omnipotent - ALL POWERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399328314918915010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Su5EftxzS8I/AAAAAAAACDE/PuX4CODWbEo/s320/Dustin1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After the funeral, Mike and I travelled to Black Mountain, SC, to attend&lt;br /&gt;LifeWay's Festival of Marriage Event. &lt;a href="http://http//www.lifeway.com/ev/events_detail_mainpage/0%2C2232%2CE%25253D96%252526M%25253D200975%2C00.html"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 81px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399336196180610898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Su5LqdxBD1I/AAAAAAAACD8/9FcaAkSVJ-w/s320/FOM2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was our second year attending and it was an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blessing. We were especially thankful for the break-out sessions that allowed us to reconnect in our marriage, talk with one another, deal with some STUFF, reminisce about the past, and dream about the future together as a couple. Then...wow...what do you say about the the final session with Steve and Debbie Wilson on Sunday morning...POWERFUL...40 people accepted Christ, marriages were healed, and we were able to renew our vows! Refreshing and POWERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Mike and I were priviliged to attend the Celebration of Life service as we memorialized one of the elderly members of our church who went home to be with the Lord...we were sad - yes, we are human - to see him leave his wife,church and family...but it was so POWERFUL to listen to the testimonies of his family and his church family...as they spoke of the legacy of faith he left us...his testimony, his witness, his integration of his faith and his life in every situation. POWERFUL STUFF! And, most importantly, to live is Christ...to die is GAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I end tonight with something powerful...God can use the simplest things to speak volumes during difficulty. I am so thankful for volunteers who teach our children about the Lord and have a passion for ministry. This past week, in our Worship KidStyle ministry, &lt;em&gt;A.D.&lt;/em&gt; was teaching Isaac's class about Jesus' example of washing the disciples feet and how His example teaches us to serve others. She invited us to come to the class and observe the "foot-washin'." We gladly came. She had the children who wanted to participate wash each others feet to experience what it may have been like that day for the disciples. We noticed...at first...that Isaac was somewhat hesitant - a new experience would make anyone think twice, right? Well, as the Godly example, Mike went to him and asked him if 'daddy could wash his feet'...Isaac immediately lit up and wanted to participate - he felt more comfortable doing it with his dad! And...I don't think he'll ever forget...nor shall I! POWERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399328318024878562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Su5Ef5WUieI/AAAAAAAACDM/loGRDuj6f9I/s320/Foot+Washing+3.jpg" /&gt; And, for the fam...something not so POWERFUL...just plain ole' fun...Trick-or-Treat pics 2009 ...introducing...Mario (Jonah age 7), Luigi (Isaac age 8) and TinkerBell (age 3.5)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399332507799500018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Su5ITxebtPI/AAAAAAAACDk/k4g_hfUrsWY/s320/Halloween+2009.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love these young 'ens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-4696350080805241935?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/4696350080805241935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=4696350080805241935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4696350080805241935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4696350080805241935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/11/powerful.html' title='Powerful'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Su5MlxoIjfI/AAAAAAAACEE/Lqrpl82JzJQ/s72-c/surgery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-3926219188912945358</id><published>2009-10-17T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:08:18.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StoTnMeNwHI/AAAAAAAACC8/jiB1EUS1pwI/s1600-h/IMG_2471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393645067813372018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StoTnMeNwHI/AAAAAAAACC8/jiB1EUS1pwI/s320/IMG_2471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StoSev-iSzI/AAAAAAAACC0/R-Jz2o_o9yc/s1600-h/IMG_2470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393643823213726514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StoSev-iSzI/AAAAAAAACC0/R-Jz2o_o9yc/s320/IMG_2470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, THAT'S what I'm talking 'bout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys had their annual Book Fair this week at school and all it has done is 'Fed the Reading Bug'. They can't get enough of their new 'Chapter Books.' This has been this mama's &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; before I ever had children in my home - that they would &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;heart'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reading as much as I do - or more. They have read and read the last two days...Isaac has read 6 chapters of his book this morning already and loves stopping to tell me about the adventures. Jonah is reading his in spurts and laughs out loud at the silly stories...and, of course, I am thrilled to hear every word. We are also reading aloud from the books and they love to hear us read them and delight. Mike and I both are readers - hopefully seeing us read has fanned the flames!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had reading time in our house every evening since they were small following family worship time...and I think it's paying off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-3926219188912945358?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/3926219188912945358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=3926219188912945358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/3926219188912945358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/3926219188912945358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-thats-what-im-talking-bout-boys-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StoTnMeNwHI/AAAAAAAACC8/jiB1EUS1pwI/s72-c/IMG_2471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-5151715426808667467</id><published>2009-10-11T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T07:39:54.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family...Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHszdBO6II/AAAAAAAACCs/PGe2Y_PggC0/s1600-h/IMG_2469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391350597646477442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHszdBO6II/AAAAAAAACCs/PGe2Y_PggC0/s320/IMG_2469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these boys so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHsy6OuA7I/AAAAAAAACCk/MGe-O0NYAyM/s1600-h/IMG_2465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391350588307801010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHsy6OuA7I/AAAAAAAACCk/MGe-O0NYAyM/s320/IMG_2465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonah is adorably strong-willed, determined and passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHsyVFW27I/AAAAAAAACCc/n_xWnvynup0/s1600-h/IMG_2467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391350578336422834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHsyVFW27I/AAAAAAAACCc/n_xWnvynup0/s320/IMG_2467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac is imaginatively playful, creative, mischievous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHsx3CphII/AAAAAAAACCU/nTzZsOnvawI/s1600-h/IMG_2455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391350570271999106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHsx3CphII/AAAAAAAACCU/nTzZsOnvawI/s320/IMG_2455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abigail is all girl...bubblebaths, dolls, pink tutus.  I love her...the mother-daughter relationship is a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHsxgzKLoI/AAAAAAAACCM/h0wIHT6tm88/s1600-h/IMG_2445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391350564301450882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHsxgzKLoI/AAAAAAAACCM/h0wIHT6tm88/s320/IMG_2445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've cooked at home alot this week.  I love seeing them pull chairs up to the counter top to help - they are growing up so fast, they won't need them much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHrlZ-VH5I/AAAAAAAACB8/axAt6v4S39Y/s1600-h/IMG_2443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391349256799199122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHrlZ-VH5I/AAAAAAAACB8/axAt6v4S39Y/s320/IMG_2443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They love to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHrkz9M_KI/AAAAAAAACB0/MaxHeXxxYFg/s1600-h/IMG_2442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391349246593924258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHrkz9M_KI/AAAAAAAACB0/MaxHeXxxYFg/s320/IMG_2442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are learning safety in the kitchen very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHrkYuM0WI/AAAAAAAACBs/qnIkGy2HZ6M/s1600-h/IMG_2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391349239283241314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHrkYuM0WI/AAAAAAAACBs/qnIkGy2HZ6M/s320/IMG_2441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And...the microwave is helping them become very self-sufficient.  They are learning to put something in, press the timer, and then call for mom or dad to get it out for them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHrkDEltOI/AAAAAAAACBk/kbBf-V72gLk/s1600-h/IMG_2439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391349233471567074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHrkDEltOI/AAAAAAAACBk/kbBf-V72gLk/s320/IMG_2439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love Saturday's at home together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-5151715426808667467?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5151715426808667467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=5151715426808667467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5151715426808667467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5151715426808667467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/10/familytime.html' title='Family...Time.'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/StHszdBO6II/AAAAAAAACCs/PGe2Y_PggC0/s72-c/IMG_2469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-6025473003387201743</id><published>2009-10-03T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:40:02.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Complex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SseWq5DuFnI/AAAAAAAACBc/_zcFGf_hN4A/s1600-h/Lies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388441142787184242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SseWq5DuFnI/AAAAAAAACBc/_zcFGf_hN4A/s320/Lies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been reading this wonderful book by Nancy Leigh DeMoss entitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Lies Women Believe and the Truth That Sets Them Free."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been SO interesting for me to examine my own life in light of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;"lies"&lt;/span&gt; that she exposes and determine the ones that I have bought into either because of tradition, deception from Satan, or my lack of examining the truth and applying it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;vs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; just accepting the status quo. Well - &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NO LONGER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live my life based on the truth of the Word of God - no deception, no tradition, mediocrity. So, I have been testing the lies against my own beliefs. And, I have been challenged in several areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I just knew so strongly that I should share one area that God dealt with me so much about! Lie #18 describes the deception that "I DON'T HAVE TIME TO DO EVERYTHING I'M SUPPOSED TO DO." Woweee - is this something I have struggled with! I have even recently dealt with a lot of facial pain/tension and stress that I can directly relate right back to this LIE! Especially, being a woman, I believe we so easily settle into this one. Who has ever said, "There just aren't enough hours in the day," or "I just can't get it all done," or "I'm overwhelmed - how am I going to get all this done?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have now learned the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;GREATEST, GREATEST&lt;/span&gt; thing! I love it when God's Word speaks directly to your life and situation...When Jesus Christ was on this earth, He was only given a few short years to accomplish the entire plan that God had placed before His EARTHLY life. And, He summed it up in &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;John 17:4&lt;/span&gt; by stating,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have glorified you on the earth; I have &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; the work which you gave me to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...rarely, can I - Melisa - say that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have finished everything I set out to do on any given day. I usually lie down at night, feeling like I left so much undone and feeling pressure mounting for the days to come. But, look again at the verse from John...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"...the work&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;which you gave me to do.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; [emphasis mine]&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S IT! DO YOU SEE IT?&lt;br /&gt;Ms. DeMoss states it better than I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;"The frustration comes when I attempt to take on responsibilities that are not on His agenda for me. When I established my own agenda or let others determine the priorities for my life, rather than taking time to discern what it is that God wants me to do, I end up buried under piles of half-finished, poorly done, or never-attempted projects and tasks. I live with guilt, frustration, and haste, rather than enjoying the peaceful, well-ordered life that He intends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I over it? Not yet...am I pursuing to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;KILL THE LIE AND LIVE IN TRUTH? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEP!&lt;br /&gt;Easy...No. Do-able...Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Simply complex!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Help me, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8795243473922204830-6025473003387201743?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/6025473003387201743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=6025473003387201743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6025473003387201743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6025473003387201743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-been-reading-this-wonderful-book.html' title='Simply Complex'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SseWq5DuFnI/AAAAAAAACBc/_zcFGf_hN4A/s72-c/Lies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-5896523930134111819</id><published>2009-09-30T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:43:26.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin', lovin', lov-ing it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;YUM-O...Mott's Hot Spiced Cider...LOVIN' IT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SsPPT35TXBI/AAAAAAAACBU/9uw1yC3D1mI/s1600-h/Mott%27s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387377519594003474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SsPPT35TXBI/AAAAAAAACBU/9uw1yC3D1mI/s320/Mott%27s.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Hoodies on the front porch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SsPNQgpdx_I/AAAAAAAACBM/XxqU_Fjp7g0/s1600-h/hoodies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387375262790698994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SsPNQgpdx_I/AAAAAAAACBM/XxqU_Fjp7g0/s320/hoodies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooler weather, cuddling in blankets on the couch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SsPMQh5_tGI/AAAAAAAACBE/2XCXDEGiaiw/s1600-h/autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387374163616838754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SsPMQh5_tGI/AAAAAAAACBE/2XCXDEGiaiw/s320/autumn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WOO-HOO!  LOVIN' it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Fall's here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8795243473922204830-5896523930134111819?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5896523930134111819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=5896523930134111819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5896523930134111819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5896523930134111819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/09/lovin-lovin-lov-ing-it.html' title='Lovin&apos;, lovin&apos;, lov-ing it!'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SsPPT35TXBI/AAAAAAAACBU/9uw1yC3D1mI/s72-c/Mott%27s.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-8517969928358954768</id><published>2009-09-19T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:48:15.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six More Saturdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I wish we could have a week full of Saturdays! Not every week, mind you. But, wouldn't it be neat if every so often, someone said, "Well, because you've been good this week, we will celebrate by having "Saturday Week" - 7 Saturdays...all in a row! I would just be the most excited!!! I woke up this morning to 3 beautiful children playing sweetly in the living room. My husband was relaxing...it was great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383362798871067202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SrWL8XvDOkI/AAAAAAAACAs/tKYQl9VjOnw/s320/IMG_1355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383362791489236194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SrWL78PFbOI/AAAAAAAACAk/XFQ-8XQoYbo/s320/IMG_1357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I was dressing, the children said,&lt;br /&gt;"Come in the living room, mommy and daddy. We have a surprise for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, at 9 a.m., we smelled popcorn popping in the microwave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The children had popped us popcorn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;They had 'built' a two-tiered puppet stage out of chairs and blankets, rehearsed and planned a pupped show for us to enjoy. They even had the popcorn for us and told us where to sit! Abby was the narrator, Jonah was the pumpkin and Isaac was the frog. It is rather complicated, but the story line involved a spatula and a turkey baster. It was delightful, &lt;em&gt;at the very least&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was so nice to be able to relax and end enjoy our fall decorations...it was fun to go as a family to Hobby Lobby last week and gather items to decorate with. Our collection of decorations has grown over the years and it is exciting to pull out the old ones and add the new ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383362783849385410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SrWL7fxmjcI/AAAAAAAACAc/RvV1LLB-Scc/s320/IMG_1359.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383362278473931010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SrWLeFGtGQI/AAAAAAAAB_0/tx3dhLTyqcs/s320/IMG_1349.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385756547247687554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sr4NC3Vux4I/AAAAAAAACA8/UsHLdhjyeEQ/s320/IMG_1348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383362287190295314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SrWLelk2QxI/AAAAAAAAB_8/1Q7gjWdK6B0/s320/IMG_1351.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385756539633196146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sr4NCa-S3HI/AAAAAAAACA0/p7Jd22SkHVw/s320/IMG_1353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383362291200718434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SrWLe0hAdmI/AAAAAAAACAE/HrpM31U4-qg/s320/IMG_1352.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SrWCJIinzpI/AAAAAAAAB_U/HfM8qNiU7xs/s1600-h/IMG_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I enjoyed a nap in the afternoon, cooked dinner for the family while the kids watched a movie, had a surpise visit from a great friend who brought the children Blizzards from DQ - just a for-no-reason visit - it was great, listened to the UK game on the radio, and now we are having fun watching the Andy Griffith Show Marathon on TVLand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...I plan to sit down, study my Sunday School lesson, prepare my heart for worship tomorrow and enjoy the rest of my weekend...&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;for 6 more Saturdays in a row... &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/8795243473922204830-8517969928358954768?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/8517969928358954768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=8517969928358954768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8517969928358954768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8517969928358954768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/09/six-more-saturdays.html' title='Six More Saturdays'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SrWL8XvDOkI/AAAAAAAACAs/tKYQl9VjOnw/s72-c/IMG_1355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-7477831130616915089</id><published>2009-09-11T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:21:46.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House is clean...floor is a mess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sqp36d75q8I/AAAAAAAAB-U/HuFef-lwauo/s1600-h/IMG_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380244551199468482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sqp36d75q8I/AAAAAAAAB-U/HuFef-lwauo/s320/IMG_1347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I walked into my living room this morning and noticed that this was the way I left my books laying beside the couch last night....and to me, other than my husband and children, there's not much more in this temporal world that is more beautiful. I stayed up late last night reading. I LOVE TO READ! The children know that mommy gets so very excited when there is a new box on the porch with my name on it...and yesterday there was! Right on time. I had ordered a few new books to keep me busy until I go back to work next week and they look so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones I am diving into this weekend are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cross-Centered Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by C.J. Mahaney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lies Women Believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Nancy Leigh DeMoss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feminine Appeal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Carolyn Mahaney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sqpwmj8A8xI/AAAAAAAAB-E/JXeXokLq1CE/s1600-h/IMG_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I actually already started Carolyn's book and got 1/3 of the way through it last night and it is just down-right full of good stuff! I just finished Beth Moore's Believing God (...again - and did I need that right now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My study in Ephesians continues to be a tremendous opportunity for growth for me. For those of you who have shown interest in how I go about my personal Bible Study methods, I would be glad to share with you one-on-one, for I am personally persuaded that nothing can impact me (and you!) more as a Christian, wife and mother as my daily time in the Word of God...studying, searching, learning, and growing. I am currently working through a Precepts course by Kay Arthur on Ephesians on my own...digging deep into the Word and letting it speak, studying the contexts, the history, the words...letting it become LIFE TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;I urge all Christian women to dig into the riches of God's Word...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I have spent two delightful days with my almost 4 year old daughter this week. We have played, conversed, played some more, visited with wonderful friends, shopped, visited some sick people, and much, much more. She told me yesterday that she wanted a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Bi-bul like my &lt;em&gt;brudders&lt;/em&gt; have because I'm getting bigger mom." Who could resist that? So we stopped by the local Christian Book store and looked around. Of course, this one ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380236518960030658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sqpwm7gyY8I/AAAAAAAAB-M/SEQSFCXDkRU/s320/princess+bible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;... immediately caught her attention. The nice man behind the counter told her he would put her first name on it for free and she squealed with delight. She said, "Mommy, it has diamonds on it" and I thought to myself, "Oh, honey, if you knew the treasure that you held in your hands...it is worth far more than diamonds!" She held it in her little hands in the car, singing&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus loves me...the Bib-ul, it tells me soooo." [her own made up version]&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Mommy, can I call my daddy and tell him all about it? It has real Bib-ul words all in it and he will be soooo excited about dat!" We called him and she told him all about it - and of course, as in his usual fashion, he did completely share in her delight! What an awesome father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh, if us grown-ups would be that excited about the Bib-ul Words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-7477831130616915089?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/7477831130616915089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=7477831130616915089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/7477831130616915089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/7477831130616915089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-walked-into-my-living-room-this.html' title='House is clean...floor is a mess!'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sqp36d75q8I/AAAAAAAAB-U/HuFef-lwauo/s72-c/IMG_1347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-1014858719058324947</id><published>2009-09-08T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:35:47.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sqaq3TzhhAI/AAAAAAAAB9s/hhqDjZRGmjc/s1600-h/on+vacation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379174672126542850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sqaq3TzhhAI/AAAAAAAAB9s/hhqDjZRGmjc/s320/on+vacation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes. I am. I am vacating. Right here in my own little home. Vacating from the stress and troubles of the working world. So far, it has been nothing less than divine! I woke up to my husband and children giving me good morning kisses, then rolled over and went back to sleep! At about 8:30 a.m., woke to total silence in the house...everyone was gone to work and school ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I was home alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I opened the front door to take a peek out at the world and Michael had brought me back a 24 pack of Diet Pepsi and left it for me on the front porch for my vacationing pleasure. (For those of you who know me best...that is a gift!) I closed the door, came inside, and have enjoyed the silence of the day ALL DAY long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a theory about silence...not actually mine...but borrowed from God. We need silence. We need stillness. Our bodies crave it. And, I have noticed that when I go too long without it, that my ears actually hurt when I do get quiet...there were so many things I could have done today, but my eardrums needed to rest. My body needed to rest. I needed to be still and know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that He was God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379174680052389362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sqaq3xVMVfI/AAAAAAAAB90/YVKOKQ_OTfI/s320/couch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So far, I have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... vowed not to answer the phone today...turned the ringer off; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...spent much time in study, meditation and prayer; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ephesians is knocking my socks off right now...love studying the Word in depth!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...took 5 minutes to put supper in the crock pot - and it smells yummy!&lt;br /&gt;...took a nap; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...drank one 12 oz. Diet Pepsi, very slowly...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;...thought alot about some major things in my life, wondering, weighing decisions, praying, pros/cons, listening to God speak in the silence ...&lt;br /&gt;and then I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not bad for the first day vacating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I will go take a shower and get ready for...&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY TIME!!!! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;home when they get home...they always beat me home. What a treat! I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;God is so good to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8795243473922204830-1014858719058324947?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/1014858719058324947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=1014858719058324947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/1014858719058324947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/1014858719058324947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacating.html' title='Vacating'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sqaq3TzhhAI/AAAAAAAAB9s/hhqDjZRGmjc/s72-c/on+vacation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-5321543886149677815</id><published>2009-09-05T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:18:00.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cute pizza man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I definitely know Fall is in the air...today, there was a college football game on the television and another one playing on the laptop - at the SAME time...ugh! Since Michael is a student at Liberty University, he was watching the Liberty Flames play WV, while he was also watching the University of Kentucky play online. For someone who often utilizes the excuse ,"I'm a guy - we're not good at doing more than one thing at a time like you women, honey..." to justify his inability to multi-task, he seemed to be managing well today... hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been rather comical around here today... Mike and I have both had a naggin' feeling all day that we were supposed to be somewhere, doing something, with someone. But, neither of us could recall what it could have been. We've walked around all day saying..."Saturday, September the 5th...does that ring a bell? Should we call somebody? Was it something with the family, church, friends, work?" If you were the one we were supposed to be with, we apologize! However, it never came to us...we've tried to just let it go and be in the moment of being home with the children and it's been so FUN. We've been entertained with puppet shows, Abby singing 'made-up' songs, reading stories, the children dressing up in old Halloween costumes and making up games...these are absolutely the best of days at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378100349452966882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SqLZxf-MW-I/AAAAAAAAB9E/1CB2iEANZgM/s320/IMG_1343.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Now, Michael is gone out to town to pick up a Giovanni's pizza for us. We don't eat pizza alot, but given that it has been a great family day - and we wanted something special - it seemed like just the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378100354067217938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SqLZxxKUPhI/AAAAAAAAB9M/dZoDSFFz8tE/s320/IMG_1344.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This week, I am scheduled to work on Monday, but I am taking a week off just for personal vacation time from Tuesday through the following Monday, returning on Tuesday. I am excited to be able to rest, read, be home early with my children, plan fun evening events, be quiet..enjoy some silence and peace...wow...can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the pizza man just delivered...got to go!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378104110099668034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SqLdMZePHEI/AAAAAAAAB9U/3QdtN3XuSWE/s320/IMG_1345.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Isn't he just the cutest pizza man ever? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378110844581403346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SqLjUZXzWtI/AAAAAAAAB9k/s5IdFH9vR8M/s320/IMG_1346.JPG" border="0" /&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;Even the kids think so...or maybe they are just hungry????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-5321543886149677815?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5321543886149677815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=5321543886149677815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5321543886149677815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5321543886149677815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-i-definitely-know-fall-is-in-air.html' title='cute pizza man'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SqLZxf-MW-I/AAAAAAAAB9E/1CB2iEANZgM/s72-c/IMG_1343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-7777448052857744703</id><published>2009-08-29T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:47:45.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An analogy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anybody ever had a new puppy...and you let it outside into a fenced yard...it runs wild...from corner to corner, excitedly exploring - stopping to dig a little, then being distracted by something new he sees across the way...then he runs to a new spot, grabs a new toy, shakes it a little, 'delights in the wonder', then moves on to chase a bug...not calming down a minute to take in the vastness...but just excited at every new little bit and piece he sees, then moves on to the next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND, you try to get his attention to get him to take a break and get a drink of water...hunker down...pat your knee, and say, "Here, boy!" He runs over, stops for a minute, sloshes his face in the water bowl, spills it everywhere and gets it all over his face! You chuckle as you watch him run off to the next big discovery - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's me today! Beth Moore opened the door and turned me loose to the open field of Psalm 37. There is so much richness there...I am running from one truth to the next excitedly...and now I am going to slow down and drink from the water bowl, and try not to spill too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anybody else thirsty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375521229041812514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SpmwE7ubxCI/AAAAAAAAB88/DcXbAEePr9U/s320/Beth+Moore+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me with my sister-in-love at the Beth Moore Living Proof Simulcast...we love studying God's Word together...how blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abiding in Psalms 37:4...and more...chewing on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; 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type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/08/analogy.html' title='An analogy.'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SpmwE7ubxCI/AAAAAAAAB88/DcXbAEePr9U/s72-c/Beth+Moore+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-3529709340479130681</id><published>2009-08-21T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:50:42.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They will know...or will they?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We are one in the Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;we are one in the Lord&lt;br /&gt;We are one in the Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;we are one in the Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we pray that all unity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;may one day be restored &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they'll know we are Christians by our love, by our love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They will know we are Christians by our love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We will work with each other, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we will work side by side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will work with each other,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we will work side by side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll guard each one's dignity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and save each one's pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they'll know we are Christians by our love, by our love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They will know we are Christians by our love&lt;br /&gt;By our love, by our love&lt;br /&gt;And they'll know we are Christians by our love, by our love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They will know we are Christians by our love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We will walk with each other,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we will walk hand in hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will walk with each other,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we will walk hand in hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And together we'll spread the news that God is in our land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they'll know we are Christians by our love, by our love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They will know we are Christians by our love&lt;br /&gt;By our love, by our love&lt;br /&gt;And they'll know we are Christians by our love, by our love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"They will know we are Christians by our love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never boasts, not full of pride &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always hopes, always trusts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The evidence of Christ in us&lt;br /&gt;This is my commandment &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you love one another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that your joy may be full."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372613456107808274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/So9beRbKJhI/AAAAAAAAB8k/Mnd1oXRueCk/s320/broken+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Although this great hymn by Carolyn Arends is old - actually 30 years or more as I have read - I feel like it is so pertinent today. It has been on my mind alot. I remember singing it as a child...not really sure where. It may have been vacation bible school, sunday school or church. But, the concept always stuck with me. The world would recognize that we are Christians by our ability to love...each other...work with...each other...walk with...each other...be in unity with...each other. Is it happening? Do they know? Do they know we are Christians by our love? Or do we make it to hard for them to see? Are we clouding the view? Are we getting along as believers? Are we loving each other - not just as an act on Sunday, but TRULY loving each other despite our differences - everyone, not just certain ones? Are we working along side each other without backbiting, gossip and slander? Are we supporting one another? Do we walk hand-in-hand or do we secretly hope that only certain ones will hold our hands? Are we healing wounds in the church family so that we can work for the cause of Christ without being a stumbling block?&lt;br /&gt;Will they know we are Chrisitians by our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I examine myself tonight. May you as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-3529709340479130681?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/3529709340479130681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=3529709340479130681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/3529709340479130681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/3529709340479130681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-will-knowor-will-they.html' title='They will know...or will they?'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/So9beRbKJhI/AAAAAAAAB8k/Mnd1oXRueCk/s72-c/broken+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-9145664509494390637</id><published>2009-08-16T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:57:07.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep And Wide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SojFKJliAAI/AAAAAAAAB8c/5-bPu0LAGm8/s1600-h/deep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370759333802016770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SojFKJliAAI/AAAAAAAAB8c/5-bPu0LAGm8/s320/deep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am having trouble sleeping tonight. I have been battling a really bad migraine for two days and it has released enough tonight that I can sit up and function a little, but I am not near back to my old self. I have slept for the better part of yesterday afternoon, last night and today. It sort of feels like I lost my weekend in a way...can tomorrow really be Monday? I didn't get to attend church today with my family, I've slept through my family time...where did it go? Tonight, I have tried to go back to my Bible Study in Ephesians a little, reading and meditating, but it is hard to concentrate with the throbbing pain - it was so interesting that at the Secret Keeper Girl event on Friday, we sang one of my favorite praise songs taken from Ephesians 3...and ever since, I have prayed it back to God in thanks for His love for me. I have found that when my migraines come, it is a great time of worship for me...It is time for me to give in and give up everything I have to Him...His love is so wide...long...high...deep...I can't even begin to fathom it. But, tonight I am trying to rest in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...[emphasis mine]"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ephesians 3:17b-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight, I ask, unsashamedly, not only for others, Lord, but for me. I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-9145664509494390637?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/9145664509494390637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=9145664509494390637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/9145664509494390637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/9145664509494390637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-having-trouble-sleeping-tonight.html' title='Deep And Wide'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SojFKJliAAI/AAAAAAAAB8c/5-bPu0LAGm8/s72-c/deep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-4984647794621544324</id><published>2009-08-15T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:55:12.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Keeper Girl Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SodxgJYgUaI/AAAAAAAAB8U/-iIbpAvpzGM/s1600-h/secret+keeper+girl+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370385877751058850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SodxgJYgUaI/AAAAAAAAB8U/-iIbpAvpzGM/s320/secret+keeper+girl+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so glad that my sister, her daughters, Abby and I were able to attend the &lt;a href="http://www.secretkeepergirl.com/"&gt;Secret Keeper Girl Tour event&lt;/a&gt; that came to our local area recently. It was wonderful to be able to sing praises with them, talk about Godly things with them, watch fashion shows with them, laugh and dance and talk about things that really matter in their lives...modesty, peer pressure and internal beauty.&lt;br /&gt;The girls were challenged to look to God's Word for their definitions of beauty - not fashion magazines that lie to you to sell you things.&lt;br /&gt;The moms were challenged to teach the girls to honor God in the ways they dress, speak and live - great challenges for us both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was honored, we had a blast &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just being girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and it was fun to do it with my precious family. It was fun to see the girls excited about something that was truly good!&lt;br /&gt;God help us as we raise our girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please click on the link and check out the great resources at the &lt;a href="http://www.secretkeepergirl.com/"&gt;Secret Keeper Girl website. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am especially fond of the "Truth or Bare" Fashion Tests! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Raise and Praise!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-4984647794621544324?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/4984647794621544324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=4984647794621544324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4984647794621544324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4984647794621544324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/08/secret-keeper-girl-tour.html' title='Secret Keeper Girl Tour'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SodxgJYgUaI/AAAAAAAAB8U/-iIbpAvpzGM/s72-c/secret+keeper+girl+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-205040686911679743</id><published>2009-08-10T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:23:08.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual "First Day of School" Picture by the Mailbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SoCOCo5eGuI/AAAAAAAAB8E/ljA-ohlVLgY/s1600-h/IMG_1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368446931814980322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SoCOCo5eGuI/AAAAAAAAB8E/ljA-ohlVLgY/s320/IMG_1302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac, 8 years old, 3rd grade&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368446924848479794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SoCOCO8hvjI/AAAAAAAAB70/orUVTmQhopY/s320/IMG_1300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jonah, 7 1/2 years old, 2nd grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SoCOCcNkfgI/AAAAAAAAB78/SOQaqZEPcOY/s1600-h/IMG_1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368446928409624066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SoCOCcNkfgI/AAAAAAAAB78/SOQaqZEPcOY/s320/IMG_1301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abigail, pre-preschool, 3 1/2 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SoCOBqmhUUI/AAAAAAAAB7s/2TxrxOCmQBs/s1600-h/IMG_1299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368446915092500802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SoCOBqmhUUI/AAAAAAAAB7s/2TxrxOCmQBs/s320/IMG_1299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SoCOBSK_1HI/AAAAAAAAB7k/s6HLK7PlTqU/s1600-h/IMG_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368446908534609010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SoCOBSK_1HI/AAAAAAAAB7k/s6HLK7PlTqU/s320/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lord, I love these children so very much. Please help us as we raise them according to your Word. We gave them to you before you ever brought them to us. Now, we evermore entrust them to your care. Protect them as only you and your angels can. Give their teachers words to lead them. Lord, please give them wisdom as they choose their friends. Continue to draw them to yourself...and may they ever be a light for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;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/8795243473922204830-205040686911679743?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/205040686911679743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=205040686911679743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/205040686911679743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/205040686911679743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/08/annual-first-day-of-school-picture-by.html' title='Annual &quot;First Day of School&quot; Picture by the Mailbox'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SoCOCo5eGuI/AAAAAAAAB8E/ljA-ohlVLgY/s72-c/IMG_1302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-4232053764542112657</id><published>2009-08-09T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:13:45.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there anything better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is there anything better than seeing your children come to an easy understanding and belief in Jesus Christ as their Savior and Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368087801184538082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sn9HafC2TeI/AAAAAAAAB6k/QgbfMXshXhw/s320/IMG_1275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Is there anything better than your children knowing that there are truly black-and-white's when it comes to faith and trust in Jesus? With God, there are no gray areas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368087811664010338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sn9HbGFWXGI/AAAAAAAAB6s/IcmLUbd3QJ4/s320/IMG_1276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Is there anything better than knowing that your child knows Jesus and will spend eternity with Him in Heaven?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368087815401428178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sn9HbUAa1NI/AAAAAAAAB60/-tVqCu-YDyM/s320/IMG_1282.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Is there anything better than seeing your entire family come to surround your child on the day of his baptism to emphasize the importace of this day to him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368088855876953922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sn9IX4FHZ0I/AAAAAAAAB7U/rT0r7RguDjA/s320/IMG_1293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Is there anything better than going to the baptismal preparation room prior to your son's baptism and seeing him smiling ear-to-ear, jumping up and down - not because he got a new video game or that he was getting to go stay all night with a friend, but that he was being baptized and he was thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368088853672355650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sn9IXv3f50I/AAAAAAAAB7M/dzbeN02sVsk/s320/IMG_1291.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Is there anything better than your son saying in the car on the way home from his baptism, "Mom, this was the best day of my life, wasn't it, mom?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368087833857639426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sn9HcYwuRAI/AAAAAAAAB7E/effUUUUbc84/s320/IMG_1289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Is there anything better than watching my husband, who serves as the Children's Pastor, who led his own son to Christ after Vacation Bible School one night, baptize him? &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368088858716624850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sn9IYCqJV9I/AAAAAAAAB7c/NeKLYcBTWQk/s320/IMG_1297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Again, I ask...Is there anything better - this side of heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368087820928765442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sn9HbomPTgI/AAAAAAAAB68/fzNWzSAbE0o/s320/IMG_1288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You would be unable to convince me this date!&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah to His precious name...two up, one to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-4232053764542112657?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/4232053764542112657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=4232053764542112657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4232053764542112657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4232053764542112657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-there-anything-better.html' title='Is there anything better?'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sn9HafC2TeI/AAAAAAAAB6k/QgbfMXshXhw/s72-c/IMG_1275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-2540450624270951888</id><published>2009-08-08T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:32:41.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's wrong full.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's official. I'm living a lift that is wrong full...but, I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than confident that the things that are over-filling and crowding out the things that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;should be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; there can't - and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; - continue to stay much longer. I can't go on like this...so, as I continue to re-focus and stand on the promises given to me by the King for a full, abundant and free life, I seek out ways to return to a more simple life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am searching for ways to simplify &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It seems like I am forever-more revisiting the concept of down-sizing, simplifying, bringin' it back home...I have to get real about it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a woman, wife, mother, and full-time 'outside-of-the-home' employee. And, in addition, I work in long-term care in the area of rehabilitation management - a profession I thoroughly enjoy. On top of that, my husband is a teacher, student and we are adjusting as a family to pastoral ministry life - a deeper challenge than I ever imagined, indeed. There are days, self-admittedly, that I juggle all the balls well and other days, that one, two or all of the balls I am juggling fall and hit the floor hard. And, the past two weeks, I feel like the balls have come crashing down...why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.) My rehab department is short two full-time staff members - it puts a huge strain on myself and the rest of my staff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.) Our patient caseload has increased significantly at a time when our staffing is down - figures, huh?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.) I am working late alot. I am tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.) I am so tired when I get home that priorities tend to fall by the wayside...I sleep when I can just to cope and go back and do it again.&lt;br /&gt;5.) My sister says that the only time I call her is when I am going through a drive-thru late at night on my way home from work - and it's true - I am usually ordering when she says, "hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure of the answer to all of this - yes...I do know the answer, but not quite sure how it will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you read, I admittedly anticipate some responses:&lt;br /&gt;-she's too busy - that's her own fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-she should just say no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-she should reset her priorities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-she's a complainer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-she chose these things - why's she griping?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have prayed sincerely for God to intervene and send me hard-working staff to assist my rehab team in providing great services to our residents. I feel a deep responsibility to this "mission field" of mine. I believe He has heard my prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am attempting to work on refining my time management skills while I am at work so that I can multi-task and free myself up in more reasonable time frames - even though I feel this is one of my strengths already - surely there is more I can do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need support. I need people to come along side me and help me. I do know my priorities. I don't desire to complain. I enjoy the life God has allowed me to live. I am searching for His direction in all of this. And...upon closer examination, He's teaching me through it. I am so glad I am His child. I am so glad that when I have these times of challenge, that He knows my name, sees each tear that falls, and hears me when I call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-2540450624270951888?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/2540450624270951888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=2540450624270951888' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/2540450624270951888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/2540450624270951888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-full.html' title='It&apos;s wrong full.'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-8869213328423149622</id><published>2009-08-02T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:36:14.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Backpack dilemma solved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Every school year, we go on a hunt for THE "backpack". You know the one...the coolest, neatest, most colorful backpack to be had. However, our experience has been that these backpacks look alot like everyone else's, get easily mistaken and taken, don't hold up well and more often than not, have to be replaced. So, in our quest for new backpacks, I showed my children these backpacks from &lt;a href="http://www.llbean.com/"&gt;L.L.Bean&lt;/a&gt; and they got so excited. In the past, they hadn't been interested, but this year, for some reason, they were. They are having their first names monogrammed on them and we hope they arrive on time for the first day of school - I put a rush on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365556771541914930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnZJdK3ylTI/AAAAAAAAB6M/yA26uJj5jRE/s320/pink+backpack.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; This is the one Abby chose - Pink of course! What else for a 3 1/2 year old darlin' to take her favorite toy and snack to Mimi's in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnZJdbyI0MI/AAAAAAAAB6U/DvsxvHToaWw/s1600-h/sky+blue+backpack.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365556765436656706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnZJc0ILvEI/AAAAAAAAB6E/jdd8xahXa30/s320/lime+green+backpack.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonah chose this bright lime green one...he always loves bright colors, just like his personality. I am so excited to see him move into 2nd grade. He's going to do great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365559502664194034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnZL8JGFV_I/AAAAAAAAB6c/eJ-qDz0IRAo/s320/sky+blue+backpack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isaac, after MUCH deliberation, finally chose the sky blue.  He is so excited to be starting 3rd grade.  He is so ready and is eager for school to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it seems that summer has barely started, it is refreshing to think about a fresh school year beginning.  The kids start school on Monday, August 10th.  I pray for a great year for them and my K-8 music-teaching husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-8869213328423149622?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/8869213328423149622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=8869213328423149622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8869213328423149622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8869213328423149622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/08/backpack-dilemma-solved.html' title='The Backpack dilemma solved!'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnZJdK3ylTI/AAAAAAAAB6M/yA26uJj5jRE/s72-c/pink+backpack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-1299456320461729416</id><published>2009-08-01T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:57:39.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM A "C..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnTQc2PDvaI/AAAAAAAAB50/AXjJFypBjT8/s1600-h/IMG_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365142250118692258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnTQc2PDvaI/AAAAAAAAB50/AXjJFypBjT8/s320/IMG_1199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michael was the Vacation Bible School"Boomerang Express" Train Conductor as the Pastor of Children's Ministries at our home church this year. We had an extremely blessed VBS with approximately 150 dedicated adult volunteers who love Jesus and served children with boldness and love. It was a beautiful site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnTQcrREgYI/AAAAAAAAB5s/Zla_1jEIOwc/s1600-h/IMG_1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365142247174340994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnTQcrREgYI/AAAAAAAAB5s/Zla_1jEIOwc/s320/IMG_1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every night, the 200+ children were taught the ABCs of the plan of salvation - that they must "Admit they are a sinner, Believe that Jesus died on the cross for them, and Confess that Jesus is Lord of their life." By the end of the week, 260 children had come to hear the story of Jesus and His love for them...they worshipped, learned and celebrated. They were understanding it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnTQcV_VJ3I/AAAAAAAAB5k/jXLBe9C0_V8/s1600-h/IMG_1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365142241462790002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnTQcV_VJ3I/AAAAAAAAB5k/jXLBe9C0_V8/s320/IMG_1213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abby loved the theme song and rode the "Boomerang Express" very excitedly every night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnTQcE5lBsI/AAAAAAAAB5c/oTUAsKx-Tj8/s1600-h/IMG_1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365142236875261634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnTQcE5lBsI/AAAAAAAAB5c/oTUAsKx-Tj8/s320/IMG_1248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a beautiful time at the Family Night Carnival on Thursday night. The children sang their songs they had learned all week, the plan of salvation was presented again for all the parents to hear, and then we were dismissed to the carnival on the hill. We thoroughly enjoyed celebrating all that the Lord had done together with live music, food, inflatables, games, fellowship, face painting, balloon animals, laughter, fun, and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnTQbwWe-FI/AAAAAAAAB5U/1joVw2pKGbU/s1600-h/IMG_1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365142231359354962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnTQbwWe-FI/AAAAAAAAB5U/1joVw2pKGbU/s320/IMG_1176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isaac smiled so much this week! He had the best time with his church friends in his class. He learned so much about the life of Peter and grew alot in his faith this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The final night of Vacation Bible School brought a sense of relief and sadness...relief that things went well, children were safe, and rest was coming; sadness that it was over. Jonah, our middle son, cried on Wednesday night for over 30 minutes - not a small whimper, but a deep, sobbing, blubbery cry. He was so sad that VBS was ending on Thursday. He said, "...but, it will never be the same, mom. They'll take the decorations down, they'll change it next year and it'll never be the Boomerang Express again." And, who was I to argue with that? It &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; sad. VBS is one of the highlights of our year - we love to see it come and will miss it when it is gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were so pleased that through the ministry of our Vacation Bible School, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;23&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people accepted Christ as their Savior and Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess who one of them was!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365143834153748338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnTR5DOch3I/AAAAAAAAB58/pQT2Eez7oOc/s320/IMG_1269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jonah sings, "...I am a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...., I am a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;C-H&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...,&lt;br /&gt;I am a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a tremendous joy to see your own children come to an easy understanding of the gospel message as they are raised to know it from a early, early age. It is the natural response to the call of God on their life as they see it lived out around them. We are blessed that both of our boys - although young - love Jesus and believe that the Bible is true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pray the same for our youngest some day...our desire as parents is to see our family complete for the cause of Christ and to see them all in personal ministry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/8795243473922204830-1299456320461729416?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/1299456320461729416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=1299456320461729416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/1299456320461729416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/1299456320461729416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-c.html' title='I AM A &quot;C...&quot;'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SnTQc2PDvaI/AAAAAAAAB50/AXjJFypBjT8/s72-c/IMG_1199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-5529516822229399393</id><published>2009-07-25T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:58:32.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I slept in, cooked a yummy breakfast with the family, went to the store - all of us..., came home, took a nap on the couch while the kids played and Mike watch t.v. and relaxed, fixed Spaghetti for supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we look so forward to our Vacation Bible School starting tomorrow evening! It is a highlight of our year. This is Michael's first VBS while serving as the Pastor of Children's Ministries in our church and boy - is he pumped! Our theme is the "Boomerang Express" and we've been singing the songs for weeks at home - we have them memorized - what fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a beautiful thunderstorm just blew by. I can see a light rain falling. We've worked recently to sort of dress up the outside/porch to make it a little more homey and it looks great. Now, we enjoy being outside just as much as being inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside my window...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the house is clean, the laundry is pretty much caught up. The children have played well today - laughing and tumbling. Isaac and Abby are under a blanket snuggling after the rain...Jonah is relaxing, watching a movie - a nice evening at home. Getting ready to pop some popcorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This week...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Busy...VBS, working, my boss coming to review me two days, major renovations at work, two funerals to support friends who lost family members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I'm Reading...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm in transition, actually. I take this reading thing real serious! So, until I find the next read, I am going back and scanning Desiring God, by John Piper, one of my all time favorites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I hope...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope I work as unto the Lord this week, that I am the best wife, mother and mentor I can be to those in my sphere of influence and that I exalt the name of Christ in all I do and say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I fear...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;exhaustion - this is always my breaking point. This is when I am not able to be my best for God and my family. So, I pray that I rest well and keep things balanced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dream...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to see my kids rock it out for God out in the world...but not be of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best thing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the marriage! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The worst thing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my time management of it all...but it will get better, I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am going...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to be excited to see how several circumstances in my life turn out in the next few weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am hearing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the buzz of the refrigerator, the laughter of my children, the tick of the clock my aunt gave me before she died that is beside me on the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gray and silver lounging clothes...comfies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that I absolutely love these quiet evenings at home. I know that there are so many who thrive in the loud race and pace, but I am content in the peace and quiet...I need it to recover and be still. It is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am going...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to try to breathe slowly this week, be my best for Christ. I am going to try to talk slower, drive slower, listen better, manage better, be calmer and just do what I can do in the power of His Spirit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few of my favorite things...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1.) my chocolate brown microfleece blanket that I snuggle with every evening;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2.) Orville Redenbacher 94% Fat-Free Kettle Korn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3.) Long, late talks into the night...scriptural conversations about the Godly things - growing, learning, studying, discussing...been having alot of those lately!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-5529516822229399393?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5529516822229399393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=5529516822229399393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5529516822229399393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5529516822229399393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/07/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-5701514222721581695</id><published>2009-07-20T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:18:55.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SmUIiGQL0DI/AAAAAAAAB5M/gV2OTvCVWqQ/s1600-h/Choose+Joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360700313341513778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 71px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SmUIiGQL0DI/AAAAAAAAB5M/gV2OTvCVWqQ/s320/Choose+Joy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although I have heard alot of negativity lately...many nay-sayers, many people finding things wrong with everything - I am choosing a different route! Through the power of the Spirit, I am working on my responses to my circumstances - choosing to be a blessing, an uplifter, an encourager, a positive thinker, a peacemaker, a person of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-filled character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it is a choice to be filled with joy! I have had many times without joy - and trust me - to choose joy is far better. It is one of the fruits of a life filled with the Spirit of God. It indicates that I am growing and producing fruit. I want to grow...be more tomorrow in my Christian walk than I am today. Will I stumble? Most assuredly. Will I wallow? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like today, tomorrow I may face difficult situations, circumstances, and people. I may have fluctuating emotions, feelings and choices. I may have to take a time out. I will definitely pray. But, I will not allow my daily life circumstances - the hills and valleys of this life - to steal my joy in the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will disappoint me...for that matter, I will let myself down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Time will fleet...,&lt;br /&gt;...material possessions will break down...,&lt;br /&gt;...challenges will come...&lt;br /&gt;The world won't understand...but I will &lt;em&gt;count it&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;joy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-5701514222721581695?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5701514222721581695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=5701514222721581695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5701514222721581695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5701514222721581695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/07/although-i-have-heard-alot-of.html' title='Count it!'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SmUIiGQL0DI/AAAAAAAAB5M/gV2OTvCVWqQ/s72-c/Choose+Joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-6652435987733833685</id><published>2009-07-17T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:19:35.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight...really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can hardly believe he's eight...I love him so! He has blessed my life in more ways that I can even explain. He was so delightful, so bright as an infant. He walked at 8 months, ran at 9 months...so fun to watch grow and develop. Now, he has interests, opinions, questions - some I have to pray for answers to. He loves people, loves baseball, loves Mario Brothers video games, loves to play outside, loves his family, loves toast with butter, loves to wake up very early and watch cartoons, and never lets his plush/stuffed purple snake very far out of his sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SmEV9WdS3tI/AAAAAAAAB48/bgQc_Gxd78E/s1600-h/IMG_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359589175292255954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SmEV9WdS3tI/AAAAAAAAB48/bgQc_Gxd78E/s320/IMG_0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SmEV87o0SgI/AAAAAAAAB40/hUsmhENOj_M/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359589168092826114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SmEV87o0SgI/AAAAAAAAB40/hUsmhENOj_M/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359589179849247458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SmEV9nbxCuI/AAAAAAAAB5E/SK2X-ZkIHZ0/s320/IMG_0500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SmEV7898HbI/AAAAAAAAB4k/jemZ3_Zxhk8/s1600-h/IMG_1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359589151269985714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SmEV7898HbI/AAAAAAAAB4k/jemZ3_Zxhk8/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359589156571976210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SmEV8QuCEhI/AAAAAAAAB4s/DuVl3p_dxTg/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He accepted Christ at the age of 6 1/2 and was baptized. He loves Jesus Christ with all of his heart, prays fervently, and loves his church. He gets excited when our family has ministry opportunities - and participates actively and eagerly on a weekly basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His laughter and smile delight me. He brings us such joy! God did a work beyond our belief by bringing this family together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tomorrow - Saturday - we celebrate with a trip to&lt;br /&gt;Toys R Us and Billie Bob's Wonderland in Huntington.&lt;br /&gt;We will also be visiting with an elderly couple in our church who are both in the hospital there as well - nothing like celebration and ministry in the same day!&lt;br /&gt;We look forward to a great family day together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-6652435987733833685?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/6652435987733833685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=6652435987733833685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6652435987733833685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6652435987733833685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/07/eightreally.html' title='Eight...really?'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SmEV9WdS3tI/AAAAAAAAB48/bgQc_Gxd78E/s72-c/IMG_0347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-2452126851521197924</id><published>2009-07-11T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:13:17.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading, Riding and A-Little-Broomstick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was scheduled to be off of work on Friday, July 10th for my July 4th holiday, so of course, we planned to go camping again. We take every opportunity we can to take the camper out - we love it. What great family memories we're making! We decided this time to go camping closer to our families' home places so they could come by and enjoy the festivities. We were able to enjoy spending time with family talking, laughing and relaxing. The kids were able to enjoy fun time with the cousins riding scooters, riding bikes and playing on the playground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357343440248174434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SlkbeXfC92I/AAAAAAAAB34/bKvwRIUvVwQ/s320/IMG_1119.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nana, Poppy, Granny, Papaw, Ashlee, Elizabeth, Tracey, Lonnie, Miranda, Mishaela, Nathan, Hope and Cameron came to visit with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357343450987801490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Slkbe_fkq5I/AAAAAAAAB4I/TcXf12Obrm0/s320/IMG_1113.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The kids rode their hearts out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357343445464576546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Slkbeq6u8iI/AAAAAAAAB4A/rWBB4dq6gyo/s320/IMG_1141.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The best time - in my opinion - is around the fire making smores!&lt;br /&gt;(or 'snords' as Abby calls them - hehe)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Also, people who know me well know that I am an avid reader. &lt;em&gt;I LOVE TO READ!!!!&lt;/em&gt; Now, I am not a fiction reader, mind you. I have only read one work of fiction in the last few years - Redeeming Love by Francine rivers - Wow! What a great book...it changed the way I see the love of the Father for me! But, typically, I am a non-fiction fanatic. And, I love to raid my dad's bookshelf. So, I got to do this on Thursday night, and found this little jewel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357347291896325186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Slke-j_hpEI/AAAAAAAAB4c/QxUt4D75nCA/s320/evangelism+and+the+sovereignty+of+God.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a thought provoking little book by J.I. Packer. It is a deeply intriguing little book - 126 pages, I believe, chocked full of interesting thoughts regarding the concepts of Evangelism and Personal Responsibility. Whether you claim to be align yourself with Calvinism or Arminianism, this book is a great read. I am part-way through it...can't wait to finish it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, Abby and I love our new, little camping broomstick...we sweep our hearts out at the campground. We enjoy a clean campsight! It is great to have such a fun, family hobby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357346917988376594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SlkeozE7IBI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/mO3KR3Xxg98/s320/small+broom.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-2452126851521197924?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/2452126851521197924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=2452126851521197924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/2452126851521197924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/2452126851521197924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/07/reading-riding-and-little-broomstick.html' title='Reading, Riding and A-Little-Broomstick'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SlkbeXfC92I/AAAAAAAAB34/bKvwRIUvVwQ/s72-c/IMG_1119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-8196241334675528444</id><published>2009-07-03T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:45:57.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoky reflections as I blog by the fire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sk6-r956S1I/AAAAAAAAB3g/byIKd8cm9bY/s1600-h/IMG_1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354426669551209298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sk6-r956S1I/AAAAAAAAB3g/byIKd8cm9bY/s320/IMG_1110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I sit by the fire with my family, roasting marshmallows, laughing, telling stories, talking with one another, smelling the marshmallows and enjoying listening to other families around us chattering, laughing and celebrating, I realize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am blessed to be alive!&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to be God's child!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am blessed to be a part of this family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am blessed beyond measure!&lt;/div&gt;I am blessed to be able to be myself in this family -genuine - not what others want me to be or expect me to be - just me. I find that trying to live up to others expectations of me is exhausting - daunting at best - and more often than not, I don't succeed at it! I long for times like these that I can rest...be myself...relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354422565696255202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sk669F2pNOI/AAAAAAAAB2I/VcM-FDBjkZU/s320/IMG_1040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We have had a great time so far in Pigeon Forge at the campground. The park is full and it has been a refreshing change from camping life close to home. We are fully decorated for the 4th of July, including red-white-blue camper star lights, red-white-blue glow-necklaces, American flag flying proudly from our awning rail, and lots of food to BBQ! We began by taking a walk last night around the RV park, setting up camp and relaxing after a long drive (with mommy having a BAD migraine!) Thank God the headache improved after about 5 hours - not so bad this time;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning, we went to the campground pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354427169866984498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sk6_JFufLDI/AAAAAAAAB3o/Gnll0Q3w9MY/s320/IMG_1042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abby insisted on wearing "doggles" so she could see underwater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354427515224756786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sk6_dMSMkjI/AAAAAAAAB3w/iassCcglOkI/s320/IMG_1074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jonah and Isaac are learning to swim so well. They love being in the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354422576541120338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sk669uQQt1I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/zsT1pbdUIHk/s320/IMG_1061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His contagious laugh...it tickles me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354424002382231618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sk68Qt7ReEI/AAAAAAAAB2o/EKn7-MQcp4o/s320/IMG_1084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abby riding her new scooter! What a big girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354424010778288514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sk68RNNDIYI/AAAAAAAAB24/Ecx16C4QXAI/s320/IMG_1094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jonah loves learning to ride his skateboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354424014245976178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sk68RaHz2HI/AAAAAAAAB3A/OdbZb68aZZ4/s320/IMG_1099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isaac doing skating tricks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354424005576605938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sk68Q503wPI/AAAAAAAAB2w/-cAQFVC8KdU/s320/IMG_1100.JPG" border="0" /&gt; These kids love each other so much! What fun memory making times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sk68RxyZXcI/AAAAAAAAB3I/d5QeygJyFUI/s1600-h/IMG_1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354424020598611394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sk68RxyZXcI/AAAAAAAAB3I/d5QeygJyFUI/s320/IMG_1102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, we are tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354426258175378322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sk6-UBaRQ5I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/meW1mEy44F0/s320/IMG_1109.JPG" border="0" /&gt; fading fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354426252571333394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sk6-TsiKUxI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/ltrEfNTxJjw/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" border="0" /&gt; ...dreaming about tomorrow. More camping, more grilling, more swimming, more time together. It's the best of times!&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;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-8196241334675528444?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/8196241334675528444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=8196241334675528444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8196241334675528444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8196241334675528444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/07/smoky-reflections-as-i-blog-by-fire.html' title='Smoky reflections as I blog by the fire...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sk6-r956S1I/AAAAAAAAB3g/byIKd8cm9bY/s72-c/IMG_1110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-38692708573110226</id><published>2009-06-30T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:59:31.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SkqzWrqHdlI/AAAAAAAAB14/UKDaeoDE4NU/s1600-h/IMG_1007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353288309341124178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SkqzWrqHdlI/AAAAAAAAB14/UKDaeoDE4NU/s320/IMG_1007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...hanging with my sister is always a special moment. She has so much to offer me as an advisor, supporter, cheerleader, critique-er, idea bouncer-off-er, confidante, secret-keeper and most of all...friend. It's great to have a sister to share life with...there's no one I'd rather cry or laugh with. No one understands me better...where I've been and where I want to go - and loves me anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-38692708573110226?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/38692708573110226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=38692708573110226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/38692708573110226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/38692708573110226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/06/special-moment.html' title='Special moment'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SkqzWrqHdlI/AAAAAAAAB14/UKDaeoDE4NU/s72-c/IMG_1007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-5076837866409469023</id><published>2009-06-28T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:26:41.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Recap of our Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352492595113783298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SkffqBKqcAI/AAAAAAAABp8/8kV_UMUsnU0/s320/IMG_0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;1.) Two pedicures...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352492600590038850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SkffqVkTd0I/AAAAAAAABqE/Kti3dzUlmoc/s320/IMG_0962.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 2.) Family Time at the Reunion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352492617335035970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SkffrT8n2EI/AAAAAAAABqc/ZoN_bvthftE/s320/IMG_1002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352492612484388658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SkffrB4I1zI/AAAAAAAABqU/D9DpnsNbe-0/s320/IMG_1003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352492610907599010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Skffq8AM8KI/AAAAAAAABqM/kkHrnVr6TIo/s320/IMG_1001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 3. ) Playing at the park&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352494810063025330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Skfhq8fttLI/AAAAAAAABqk/kRy92HG7974/s320/cloud+9+cafe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.) Date Night at a &lt;a href="http://www.bigsandyregional.com/cafe.htm"&gt;local cafe&lt;/a&gt;...then to the lake for a walk...nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so grateful for this delightful day! We had a great time with family and friends. And, especially enjoyed spending husband/wife time together - so important! We hope for many more Saturdays like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, next up is the planning and preparation for our camping trip to Tennessee. We are so excited - since Michael's illness, we have been staying home and relaxing more. Now, we've got the 'wild itch' to go camping again! Michael and the kids are going to be packing and cleaning the camper to get us ready this week . We leave Thursday afternoon. Someone asked us what we would do if we took the camper on the road and got a flat tire;) My answer was...we'll just fling it on top of the vehicle and keep going - hehe! Yes, it is a small camper - but we love it and have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in it. What a way to spend the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; 4th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; - camping, swimming -&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to tell you all about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-5076837866409469023?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5076837866409469023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=5076837866409469023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5076837866409469023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5076837866409469023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/06/recap.html' title='Recap...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SkffqBKqcAI/AAAAAAAABp8/8kV_UMUsnU0/s72-c/IMG_0959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-6465064109052831829</id><published>2009-06-27T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T05:20:35.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...can be a pretty awesome word, huh? I love the ring of it. Sat-ur-day...it resonates with FREEDOM in my ears! My husband and I work hard all week...then Saturday is our day to just be...to spend time doing the things we 'choose' to do...not always what we are obligated to do. And, today, we choose to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.) wake up with children all around us in the bed - giggling, playing, story-telling;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.) pick up and deliver a food box for one of our elderly church attendees;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.) let mommy and Abby go get pedicures together;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.) attend a family reunion;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.) take the children to have a fun sleep-over at granny and papaws;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.) have date-night tonight! Michael has planned a fun evening of dinner out in a small, quaint restaurant we've never been to, then we're going to the lake to take a walk and spend time together.&lt;br /&gt;Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just love &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Saturdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...what a fun day God blessed us with! How about you? How are you spending your Saturday today? Whether it is work or play...make it a great one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's get rollin'!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351980795305569810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SkYOLWTmrhI/AAAAAAAABp0/HtJV9xzF8v0/s320/I+love+Saturdays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-6465064109052831829?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/6465064109052831829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=6465064109052831829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6465064109052831829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6465064109052831829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-saturday.html' title='Well, Saturday...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SkYOLWTmrhI/AAAAAAAABp0/HtJV9xzF8v0/s72-c/I+love+Saturdays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-8641862345073440149</id><published>2009-06-22T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:39:16.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real or not?  Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SkAYxfer17I/AAAAAAAABps/BrHYXoLn7sg/s1600-h/social+networking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350303595859007410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SkAYxfer17I/AAAAAAAABps/BrHYXoLn7sg/s320/social+networking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is no secret that I have embraced the techno world - welcomed it with open arms. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, I say! And, I have. Being from the generation that remembers the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; first computer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; delivered to my elementary school, this may seem hard to believe. I didn't grow up with computers in my home, took a "word processor" to college and bought my first official computer when I married 12 years ago. But, now I have a blog, facebook account, Blackberry and I 'tweet' from time to time. I do make an honest attempt to control it, however, not letting it control my life - but using it as an asset in my life. I can't imagine working in my career without a computer in front of me all day long and the first thing I grab in the morning on my way out the door and on my way is my Blackberry phone so I can call my children and pray for them or tell them something good to make their day better. My husband and I both admit that email has become our primary mode of communication in place of the home telephone. We pay bills online, shop online, get directions online, plan vacations online, book travel/schedule events online, order tickets online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it fascinates me that my 7 year old boys have been familiar with computers since they were infants - and could move a mouse better than me at the age of 3! They say terms on a regular basis that I didn't know until my late teens or later - 'Log on,' 'Log off' 'Re-boot,' 'drop-down box' and much more. They truly are living in the age of technology...my generation saw it ushered in...they are living it and will never know what it is like to live without it, which causes me to wonder all too often...how much of the world that my children experience will be real? How much of it will be contrived through the internet, social networking sites, blogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely aware that what you read and what you see on my blog site is only what I permit you to see...only a glimpse into the life I want you to see. Is it complete reality??...no. Is it complete??...no. Is it real??...yes, I pray so! I attempt to give my readers a real glimpse into the life God has given us to live...but, you must be keenly, sharply aware when reading that you can't (and won't) know it all. Despite our openness in sharing in the blog world, we are actually very private people. We love our lives, love our friends, love our families, love our church. But, we also are confident that some things belong in family - and should stay there! It makes us who we are and that is where they stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I become concerned for others in our world. Often, as I do share myself on social networking sites, I read what others share and sometimes it makes me sad. I so wish I could remind them that others are reading, reviewing and analyzing their words, inflections, and inside jokes. They are looking at their pictures, sharing them with others and making their own interpretations. Why do we so easily fall back into the ways, the language, distractions, the filth of the world? We &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be peculiar - different - real Christ followers - &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;. Every word - every picture -should be looked at - will this edify, witness, reach out, share Christ? Could this be misconstrued against the cause of Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak not to condemn, but to remind myself - we are here, in this world, for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing to you, O Lord!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-8641862345073440149?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/8641862345073440149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=8641862345073440149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8641862345073440149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8641862345073440149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/06/real-or-not-not.html' title='Real or not?  Not.'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SkAYxfer17I/AAAAAAAABps/BrHYXoLn7sg/s72-c/social+networking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-4952604221278120866</id><published>2009-06-21T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:36:59.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dad's in my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm blessed...with wonderful dads in my life... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- a Christian father who loves the Word and served in ministry as a great model for my family now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a Christian father-in-law who surrendered to Christ after his oldest son said, "Now, dad, it's your turn." And, now serves as a faithful deacon and leader in his church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-an amazing husband/father who leads our home with spiritual surrender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, thankfully, my Abba...my Heavenly Father...allows these blessings in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Father's Day, Dad, Charlie and Michael! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you, all and am thankful for you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-4952604221278120866?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/4952604221278120866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=4952604221278120866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4952604221278120866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4952604221278120866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/06/dads-in-my-life.html' title='The Dad&apos;s in my life...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-4575356394785509530</id><published>2009-06-15T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:18:25.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballerina Abigail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were so proud of our little Abigail this week as she participated in her first-ever, debute ballet performance! It was quite exciting to see her come out of her proverbial shell...enjoy being a little girl and dance her heart out. She was lovely in her bright pink leotard and tu-tu. She thoroughly enjoyed getting all "dolled" up in hair and make-up. It was a busy week of rehearsals and preparations, but it was worth it to see her enjoy the performance so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SjbvWB8dGbI/AAAAAAAABpM/ZZKIce-5cRs/s1600-h/IMG_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347724769307204018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SjbvWB8dGbI/AAAAAAAABpM/ZZKIce-5cRs/s320/IMG_0901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beautiful little girl...where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SjbvV4R473I/AAAAAAAABpE/1tMoP5JZQH0/s1600-h/IMG_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347724766712754034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SjbvV4R473I/AAAAAAAABpE/1tMoP5JZQH0/s320/IMG_0869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She had such a great time with all the other little girls. She did happen to be the tiniest one in this years spring show, however!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SjbvVXv_HAI/AAAAAAAABo8/nHHJMz9U8NQ/s1600-h/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347724757980617730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SjbvVXv_HAI/AAAAAAAABo8/nHHJMz9U8NQ/s320/IMG_0881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She had a great time backstage preparing and playing with the dance troupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SjbvVHvBa8I/AAAAAAAABo0/YnW0f_7Fsp8/s1600-h/IMG_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347724753681607618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SjbvVHvBa8I/AAAAAAAABo0/YnW0f_7Fsp8/s320/IMG_0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So proud...a big accomplishment for a 25 lb., 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SjbvUmfxlJI/AAAAAAAABos/i26sPGu2Ebk/s1600-h/IMG_0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347724744759284882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SjbvUmfxlJI/AAAAAAAABos/i26sPGu2Ebk/s320/IMG_0820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...giving it her all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347726974585228562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SjbxWZPtTRI/AAAAAAAABpU/qiI4kHabHeM/s320/IMG_0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Precious little feet in little ballet shoes - I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347726979455351026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SjbxWrY1ePI/AAAAAAAABpc/3ljkJn5hs5w/s320/IMG_0926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Her daddy, grandparents and Aunt Tracey, Aunt Ashlee, and her brothers and cousins gave her flowers after her performance. Can you see the surprise in her smile? She was purely delighted! Her daddy also gave her a giant ballerina doll! She squealed with excitement! Nothing like a daddy showing his love and pride in his little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347726983821312978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SjbxW7pww9I/AAAAAAAABpk/EI0ZDbAsuF8/s320/IMG_0957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Abigail and her new ballerina doll were worn out after all the excitement...sleeping soundly in the car seat on the way home. Great memories for us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-4575356394785509530?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/4575356394785509530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=4575356394785509530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4575356394785509530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4575356394785509530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/06/ballerina-abigail.html' title='Ballerina Abigail'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SjbvWB8dGbI/AAAAAAAABpM/ZZKIce-5cRs/s72-c/IMG_0901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-7660103026018706142</id><published>2009-06-06T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:15:32.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special times...special memories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our May and June have been filled with some great family fun...we have enjoyed spending some celebratory time with our youngest niece who had her 1st birthday party in May. We had such a great time enjoying this day with her and Mike's extended family. It is such a joy to see her growing and developing before us into such a sweet, young girl. She is delightful to be around and brings such joy to our family. She enjoyed her party just as much as those of us who came - especially digging into her first little cake! Jonah, Abby and Isaac had a great time at party, playing outside, eating, and enjoying family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344414783527689186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Siss7gCDm-I/AAAAAAAABn8/D-qwTQVOG7Q/s400/IMG_0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our niece is such a blessing - Happy First Birthday Baby Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sisj1L5pzzI/AAAAAAAABnM/5kVp5-XnFD4/s1600-h/IMG_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344404779439869746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sisj1L5pzzI/AAAAAAAABnM/5kVp5-XnFD4/s400/IMG_0586.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby learned to blow and catch bubbles with the wand at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sisj1B_dZHI/AAAAAAAABnE/bHBRAebp0EE/s1600-h/IMG_0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344404776779867250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sisj1B_dZHI/AAAAAAAABnE/bHBRAebp0EE/s400/IMG_0588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac had a blast riding his big wheel - he's actually almost too big for it now, hard to believe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sisj0k4bMUI/AAAAAAAABm8/KC9kEk7llKI/s1600-h/IMG_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344404768965734722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sisj0k4bMUI/AAAAAAAABm8/KC9kEk7llKI/s400/IMG_0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonah played until he was exhausted...can you see it in his eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sisj0d0DsOI/AAAAAAAABms/oJICx-rMXPc/s1600-h/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344404767068369122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sisj0d0DsOI/AAAAAAAABms/oJICx-rMXPc/s400/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I must say, though, that the highlight of the day for me - as a wife - was seeing my husband back to his 'ole self this day. He was finally feeling relief and was able to laugh, enjoy his family, relax, and enjoy the sunshine - and that for me was a delight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great highlight recently has been attending our twin nieces final season soccer game. They absolutely gave it their all. They played so hard and had such a great time. But, the best thing I love about these young ladies is their ATTITUDE! They are winners on and off the field and I couldn't be prouder of who they are becoming. They are often baffled when others demonstrate poor sportsmanship because it truly is just not in their repertoire. The girls are so fun to watch, but even more fun to be around...man, I love these girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344409312188601314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sisn9BtKk-I/AAAAAAAABns/qP-ngPZ-Gxg/s400/IMG_0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, what do you say about the most darling nephew in the world? There are no words to describe our love for him. He is definitely our gift from God. He loves his family, is in love with his sisters, adores his parents and grandparents and thoroughly enjoys his life! I often wish I could see life as he sees it...enjoy it as he enjoys it. Recently, while Mike was in the hospital, he got the opportunity to ride in the hospital elevator. Upon entering our hospital room, he said, "Michael, I just blasted off in a space ship." No one had planted that idea in his mind...he just experienced it - and I just love that about him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344409318052168898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sisn9XjJhMI/AAAAAAAABn0/yVz-URrtC7g/s400/IMG_0698.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Finally, I must share a beautiful experience that Mike and I had last weekend as we celebrated with a long-time mentor and friend. Many of you know that Michael and I were great friends in late elementary and all of high school, but never dated until AFTER college. However, we were fortunate enough to be in the high school band together for 3 years. And, our high school band director is retiring this year. So, thanks to a former band member that I graduated with, Facebook technology and email, she was able to get the word out to many that she would like to plan a final farewell party for him and his wife following his last spring concert. I thought this was a wonderful tribute to give to a couple who had give so many years of their lives to the development and maintenance of the arts/music programs of the county. Because I did not play sports in high school, the band was my outlet...my extracurricular activity...my social network...my thing. And, I loved it! I learned music, yes. I played and instrument - flute. I marched on the field, I played in spring concerts, I went to competitions and gave it my all. But, I learned so much more. This band program gave me so much and I am grateful for what it meant in my life at such an influential age. Over 80 alumni from 1978 to the present came back to honor Mr. Robert and Mrs. Wendy Saylor for their years of dedication. In my opinion, this speaks VOLUMES for what they meant to so many people. The alumni surprised him by marching in behind the high school banner at the end of his spring concert, providing a standing ovation and then having a reception afterwards. We pray God continues to bless him and his sweet family for many years to come! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344409303512918674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sisn8hYuKpI/AAAAAAAABnc/RPyFC4bNMYk/s400/IMG_0633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alumni travelled from all across the state to come and pay tribute to our former high school band director and his wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344409309806599666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sisn841QHfI/AAAAAAAABnk/7g7FTQ8gjqo/s400/IMG_0677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We appreciate all Mr. Saylor did for us as young people and his friendship today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upcoming week is full...we look forward to Abby's 1st ballet recital on Friday. The boys have their spring concert at school on Tuesday (with Daddy as their teacher of course) and the last day of school is on Thursday. They will then have two days of basketball camp at school while daddy finishes up his school year. Mommy is still adjusting to her new job in rehabilitation management, but loving everything about it. We look forward to a great summer, camping July 4th weekend in Gatlinburg and lots more fun! Have a great summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/8795243473922204830-7660103026018706142?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/7660103026018706142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=7660103026018706142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/7660103026018706142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/7660103026018706142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-may-and-june-have-been-filled-with.html' title='Special times...special memories!'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Siss7gCDm-I/AAAAAAAABn8/D-qwTQVOG7Q/s72-c/IMG_0569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-2625102853919377699</id><published>2009-05-31T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:53:48.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life was made for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing lengthy tonight to share other than the thought that stood out so much from my corporate worship experience this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;..."my life was made for worship."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This little concept has &lt;em&gt;challenged&lt;/em&gt; my mind today, &lt;em&gt;will challenge&lt;/em&gt; my thoughts, behaviors and actions tomorrow and &lt;em&gt;continue to challenge&lt;/em&gt; my ability to follow-through forever. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want to see others come to know Christ as Savior. It &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;burns&lt;/span&gt; in my mind. It should be my spiritual act of worship to share it constantly in my thoughts, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;words,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight, I pray for boldness to be &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; I am called to be in Christ tomorrow - everywhere He leads me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;..."my life was made for worship."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Will you join me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-2625102853919377699?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/2625102853919377699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=2625102853919377699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/2625102853919377699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/2625102853919377699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothing-lengthy-tonight-to-share-other.html' title='My life was made for...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-8773821177812305553</id><published>2009-05-24T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:33:28.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new clothes rack OR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ShoQaWyMhjI/AAAAAAAABmY/s7nqL2Lyc3k/s1600-h/IMG_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339598353179903538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ShoQaWyMhjI/AAAAAAAABmY/s7nqL2Lyc3k/s400/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; the newest change in our daily routine?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bell Family Treadmill!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-8773821177812305553?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/8773821177812305553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=8773821177812305553' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8773821177812305553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8773821177812305553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-clothes-rack-or.html' title='A new clothes rack OR...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ShoQaWyMhjI/AAAAAAAABmY/s7nqL2Lyc3k/s72-c/IMG_0520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-8537040822811960237</id><published>2009-05-21T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:44:33.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You can go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"This is treatable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your opthamology appointment went well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your quality of life will get better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're here for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What can we do to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're praying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we help with the children?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your not a bother because we are family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is _____! [faithful, in control, with us, all-knowing, our healer.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll call tomorrow and check on you again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The medicine will help - just be patient."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what we're here for - to help each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you need?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I/we love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Beautiful words.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spoken by beautiful people in our lives this week. While our emotions have run the gamut, our faith has been stronger than ever. And, we are surrounded ... completely surrounded on all sides ... by the most beautiful people with the most beautiful words. Caring, loving, genuine words. Words that say more than they are intended to say. Words that speak through the difficulty to touch hearts that need reassurance, friendship, family and love. From our precious family, to our wonderful Christian friends, to our medical team. We are grateful for your words. The power to heal and to kill is in a word. And, you spoke healing to us. All we know to do is say thank you for walking this with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are home now. Michael is resting. We are tired, but refreshed to have come through a challenge stronger together in the unity of a Christ-centered marriage. God knew the diagnosis...he led us to the right place and people. We have talked alot ... more beautiful words spoken between husband and wife as we testified with each other what God is doing amid the challenge in each of us - separately and together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is in total control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Aren't those beautiful words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-8537040822811960237?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/8537040822811960237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=8537040822811960237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8537040822811960237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8537040822811960237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-words.html' title='Beautiful words.'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-720961706831817129</id><published>2009-05-17T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:55:09.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a fish in a bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ShCgYTDXsXI/AAAAAAAABlw/YNRfdx1zGHk/s1600-h/fish+in+a+bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336941897725751666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ShCgYTDXsXI/AAAAAAAABlw/YNRfdx1zGHk/s400/fish+in+a+bowl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, I feel like a I'm just a fish in a bowl - self-imposed fishy I suppose. Picture this: I'm swimming around, minding my own business, trying to be real, not putting on 'airs' enjoying my little world. Sometimes, I get excited and swim really fast, play games in the water, even chase water bubbles, hide behind the feaux grass and rocks and 'jump' out just for the sheer joy of myself. Other times, I try to hide...get really still and quiet, hiding behind the fishbowl decorations to get some privacy, if you will. But, at times, I realize, as I go about my business, that others are watching me. Although I can get alone - or a semblence of so at times - I am keenly aware that my life is an open book for others to see. And, although I may try to put on a good front that all is well in the fish bowl, those who watch me swim around on a regular basis notice when I am not swimming at my usual pace. They notice when I am tired, worried, scared, stressed...or going on sheer adrenaline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this fish is self-admittedly relying on God to stay afloat. I need His wisdom to know which direction to swim. He is holding me up...I even think I am wearing His floaties on my fins. But, I embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this fish may strike out every now and then...but she's swinging for the fence. A baseball playing fish, you ask? You bet! I may not get it right every time, and sometimes I can't predict which way the balls coming, But, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;keep watching the fish bowl&lt;/span&gt; because God's going to get the glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-720961706831817129?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/720961706831817129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=720961706831817129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/720961706831817129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/720961706831817129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/05/swinging-for-fence.html' title='Just a fish in a bowl'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ShCgYTDXsXI/AAAAAAAABlw/YNRfdx1zGHk/s72-c/fish+in+a+bowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-4369764449575193006</id><published>2009-05-15T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:23:03.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sg3-gkEGw_I/AAAAAAAABlY/vEkciVtya6k/s1600-h/me1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336200968894071794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sg3-gkEGw_I/AAAAAAAABlY/vEkciVtya6k/s400/me1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many of you have asked about an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;update on Michael&lt;/span&gt; and we wanted to share that he has been able to go back to work the last couple of days, but he is struggling daily with a continuing, incessant headache. He is scheduled for a follow-up/consult with neurosurgery on May 28th and we hope to get some &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;answers &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; relief&lt;/span&gt; that day because we know he can not continue like this. However, his spirits are high, he remains encouraged and our faith in God to provide our needs is stronger than ever! He is faithful! And, we are leaning on his everlasting arms - they never tire of our burdens...he is still holding us up! In the meantime, we are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doing everything we know to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as well...rest, relaxation, decrease in sodium to lower his blood pressure, drinking lots of water - and I am so proud he has had a 12 lb weight loss - he's the best! He said tonight, "I am so sick of feeling sick." And, I must add that it is heartbreaking for me to watch him feel bad - I feel so helpless as he hurts and I can't relieve it. We pray God provides an answer on or before the 28th for He is able and already knows! We are so grateful for the wonderful family and friends that have strategically placed around us -for without you...I just don't know. We are leaning on you, leaning on each other and leaning on His everlasting, strong arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; note - just a few other tidbits of information. I started a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;new job&lt;/span&gt; in rehabilitation management this week in a new facility with my current company. Wow - has that been exciting! It is definitely a good challenge for me...but, now, especially with Michael's struggles. But, we both felt at the time, before Michael became ill, that it was the right move for our family and are clinging to God's promises that He will continue to guide us and protect us. I am in transition, so I am only in my new building two days a week...but should be there full time come June 1st. I pray that God will be honored in all I do as I seek to lead a great team of rehab professionals in giving our best care to long-term care residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, I just wanted to share that when I came home today, I asked Abby..."And, how was your day, little girl?" to which she eagerly replied, "I DIDN'T PEE IN THE FLOOR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336209714369056850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sg4Gdnf00FI/AAAAAAAABlg/AZj4YeogmCI/s400/IMG_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT'S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A GREAT DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-4369764449575193006?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/4369764449575193006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=4369764449575193006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4369764449575193006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4369764449575193006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-many-of-you-have-asked-about-update.html' title='Leaning'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sg3-gkEGw_I/AAAAAAAABlY/vEkciVtya6k/s72-c/me1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-5712251287688991970</id><published>2009-05-10T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:47:30.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No words to express...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight, as I sit in my home on my sofa next to my husband with my children around my feet, I have no grand words to express my thoughts - just simple words of gratitude, a heart of thankfulness, an overwhelming sense of God's active presence in my life, and a strong desire to move forward with intentionality. You see, we have had a hard week. We are o.k. - but it has been hard getting to an "o.k." place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike has been planning all week to be away today...travelling with a local mission team in Haiti. Tonight, although he is here with me, I can tell that his heart is in Haiti. He went last year and it changed his life...he was involved in seeing the Lord change the lives of others. But, this year, for reasons we may never understand, he is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, about 2 weeks ago, he began not feeling well - weakness, fatigue, headaches, dizziness. Then last Sunday, he became ill during Sunday morning worship with excessive fatigue, hyperhydrosis, hypertension, and tachycardia. From there, he ended up seeing the doctor on Monday morning, having labs run and looking into it all. By Tuesday, he was feeling worse, and they hospitalized him - only overnight - to give him IV fluids and run further tests, including CT, stress test and MRI. We found out on Thursday night that there was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;possibility &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that he may have a rare brain condition called Arnold-Chiari Type I malformation in his brain. WOW! That was interesting. We read up on it and readied ourselves for what might be to come. We had planned to tell our folks about the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;possibility&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Sunday face-to-face rather than telling them on the phone and be looking into a neuro consult in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, mid-morning, things changed! Mike got worse. For some reason we may never understand, his dizziness got significantly worse, his headache worsened, his weakness worsened, he wanted to sleep almost continuously, he "looked" weak/bad, and had some various other symptoms. By 5 p.m., I had made some calls, and we were on our way to the E.R. I spoke with a talented, trusted family member, and we determined together that even if the diagnosis was wrong, given his escalation of symptoms and his initial MRI reading, it wasn't worth the risk. We had to check it out further rather than wait and worry that the worst could occur. Once we arrived at the ER, the doctor checked him, became very concerned quickly about his "neuro signs" and had him flown out to UK Medical Center. What a whirlwind. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Insert here that now I had to call our families quickly on the cell phone and deliver the news of the possibility and the ramifications - not at all the way we had planned it.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Our pastor came and stayed with Mike at the local hospital until they sent him off so I could get a head start on the two hour drive. The doctor would not let him lay flat - wanted him to keep his head elevated to relieve pressure - just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He beat me to UK - actually his helicopter flew right over my car on the interstate - my heart missed a few beats, I am sure. This is not how I had anticipated spending Mother's Day weekend - neither had he. We wanted to be together - healthy and whole. We wanted to be with our niece during her darling baby dedication. We wanted to visit our mothers in their homes and take them gifts of gratitude. I wanted to be with my children. I wanted my husband to be o.k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious extended family met him at the E.R. in Lexington and told me later that they were worried about him - his appearance as well as his symptoms when he arrived. When I arrived, about 45 minutes or so after Mike had landed in the chopper, he did seem to perk up somewhat, but the pain in his head was incessant. Several doctors came in - great doctors - so compassionate - preparing us for what potentially was to come...possible shunt placement. However, finally, at 2 a.m., the final neurosurgeon came in and before he even walked in the room, he said loudly, "You do not have a Chiari!" He proceeded to explain to us that Mike's MRI was not typical, but that the clinical signs and MRI didn't line up. His cerebellum was anatomically lower than the typical person, however was on the low end of normal and was not causing his symptomology. PRAISE GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then turned our conversation to the ongoing symptoms he was having at the time and he agreed that his hypertension needed to be addressed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE CAN DO THAT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The doctor also stressed the importance of STRESS, REST, and managing our life better in regards to taking care of ourselves! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE CAN DO THAT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Finally, the surgeon said, "And, if your symptoms continue, here is the name of the local surgeon who does the Chiari surgeries so you will want to consult with him just in case." &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUH???? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We were a little confused at the last statement...we thought we were cleared to go and get on the right track...address the high BP and get healthy without giving this problem another thought. Now, I guess it is always going to be in the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am so thankful. What a wonderful Mother's Day to be home - no surgery for hubby - and a plan in place to get him better. And, as my favorite doc said, "This is a big wake up call!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361405496412482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sgd1b4YqyUI/AAAAAAAABlQ/uyiEU5zBRCw/s400/Mike+leading+worship.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Michael, I love you so much. I am sorry that you have had such a hard time lately. I know you are such a hard worker - absolutely selfless - always giving to everyone else, probably to the detriment of yourself. Thank you for being mine. I know you are so sad about missing the Haiti trip. But, God knows your heart - it's as pure as gold! And, I am thankful to know you and be able to share my life with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we thank the many who prayed, called, emailed, left messages, checked-in, travelled down, reassured us, encouraged us, offered to help with our children, and kept my children. To &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;G.R.,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you went above and beyond for us. We will never forget and we love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-5712251287688991970?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5712251287688991970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=5712251287688991970' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5712251287688991970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5712251287688991970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-words-to-express.html' title='No words to express...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sgd1b4YqyUI/AAAAAAAABlQ/uyiEU5zBRCw/s72-c/Mike+leading+worship.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-6194144272745760223</id><published>2009-05-05T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:48:21.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am humbled...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SgDo3gWUUHI/AAAAAAAABlI/yM6AUrdsxiM/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332517999080657010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SgDo3gWUUHI/AAAAAAAABlI/yM6AUrdsxiM/s400/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am humbled by the handful of incredible friendships I am blessed with.  The last two weeks have afforded me delightful opportunities to relish my friendships, cherish the significances, remember the circumstances that drew us together and look forward to the future with anticipation.  I realize that my life is on a journey - it doesn't remain stationary very long.  God is taking us somewhere...and we have no idea what the final results will be on this earth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(thankfully we know the finale'!)  But, I am grateful - tickled and grateful - to have precious friends to travel this life with, to share the ups and downs with, and go along in life with.  It is a blessed way to live! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those of you...the few of you...who call me...and encourage me to call you anytime, about anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for crying with me... and letting me cry with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for asking my opinion...and helping me decide what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for praying for me...and asking me to pray for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for letting me be myself regardless...and being real with me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for not judging me for my decisions...and encouraging me to make right ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for spending time with me...and allowing me and my family to spend time with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;commitment to our friendship&lt;/span&gt;...I need it consistently...I appreciate it and don't take it for granted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Friends are friends forever if the Lord's the Lord of them!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-6194144272745760223?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/6194144272745760223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=6194144272745760223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6194144272745760223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6194144272745760223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-humbled.html' title='I am humbled...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SgDo3gWUUHI/AAAAAAAABlI/yM6AUrdsxiM/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-3715602431562635606</id><published>2009-05-03T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:30:44.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those family members who read to keep up with the Bell family happenings, we wanted to updated you on Little League and inform you that Isaac received the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Game Ball on Friday night!&lt;/span&gt; He had an awesome hit to center field and played an excellent defensive game behind the plate. We're so proud of you Isaac! Way to hustle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331721600582940546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sf4UjAwF94I/AAAAAAAABjw/8C1kWEQ3lsU/s400/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Abby is so proud of her brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331724780615425458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sf4XcHS63bI/AAAAAAAABkw/2-BGzxV25Vk/s400/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jonah had a great game as well, stopped the ball several times and hit a single!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a great weekend camping...when we told the boys that daddy was going to take them hiking in the RAIN, their eyes got as big as tennis balls...a little boys dream come true! They were gone hiking for two hours on Saturday as they made it to the top of the mountain. The most exciting story they told when they returned was of the time daddy lost his footing and "hugged" a tree to get his balance again. They were so muddy when they got back, but they were the happiest I had seen them in a long time. They actually came running back to the campsite to tell me all about it. Abby and I went on a "hike" too. We went walking on the edge of the woods. We looked for things that God made and she was truly fascinated with the trees, flowers, moss, ferns, rocks, and she proceeded to tell the park ranger, "We've been hiking! We saw everything that God made! Do you wanna go see what He made too? My mommy will take you!" We had a blast in the camper. Fun times and memory-makin' definitely commenced...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sf4UkMCRzRI/AAAAAAAABkQ/eT8-FoPK1n0/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331721620791872786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sf4UkMCRzRI/AAAAAAAABkQ/eT8-FoPK1n0/s400/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love grows best in little 'houses!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sf4Uj9HuwoI/AAAAAAAABkI/QyH4aJK_4Pc/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331721616788210306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sf4Uj9HuwoI/AAAAAAAABkI/QyH4aJK_4Pc/s400/IMG_0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to daddy for making this happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sf4UjXYUZoI/AAAAAAAABkA/L4Bofb3_TD8/s1600-h/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331721606657238658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sf4UjXYUZoI/AAAAAAAABkA/L4Bofb3_TD8/s400/IMG_0420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sf4UjUZqt4I/AAAAAAAABj4/lgRm3McTBDw/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331721605857589122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sf4UjUZqt4I/AAAAAAAABj4/lgRm3McTBDw/s400/IMG_0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The biggest hit was riding scooters and the 4 x 4 Dora Jeep through the water holes for HOURS! They had a blast splashing each other, getting dirty, chasing each other, racing and being free-spirited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331724773226842274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sf4XbrxWCKI/AAAAAAAABkg/iGIHTJZqAV0/s400/IMG_0422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331724767536330818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sf4XbWknuEI/AAAAAAAABkY/j17jOPPefEU/s400/IMG_0419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Isaac found some kids to play catch with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331724774673231474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sf4XbxKMLnI/AAAAAAAABko/D6CQYlToOQo/s400/IMG_0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite time was settling down at night, counting our blessings, turning the heat on in the camper, snuggling in and going to sleep...being so thankful for all God has blessed us with. We were all thankful for precious family time prior to&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sending daddy to Haiti in 6 days on mission&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-3715602431562635606?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/3715602431562635606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=3715602431562635606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/3715602431562635606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/3715602431562635606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-those-family-members-who-read-to.html' title='Making memories...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sf4UjAwF94I/AAAAAAAABjw/8C1kWEQ3lsU/s72-c/IMG_0415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-8484549960189434957</id><published>2009-04-28T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:10:57.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must admit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must admit that I LOVE Little League...I have enjoyed everything about it. It has been so good for us as a family. The boys have loved playing, have learned so much and have had a great time. Jonah is a great hitter, runner and team player. The other night, he hit a double, ran his brother home from 2nd and made a GREAT stop in the outfield! Isaac is fantastic as the catcher. He gets right in there, has learned the game well, and hits the ball like a pro! He has scored several runs and has a blast on the field. I had my first "baseball mom" experience in the concession stand. If anybody want to buy a hot dog, nachos or a drink - I'm your girl ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329907271512476338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SfeibKRFyrI/AAAAAAAABig/L8pkG3utkgw/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isaac loves playing catcher...he is determined to catch a foul ball and get an out before the season is out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329907280670918450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SfeibsYohzI/AAAAAAAABiw/WpCzzksZTQg/s400/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isaac is having so much fun playing baseball...he is a great sport!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329907275279619666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SfeibYTP1lI/AAAAAAAABio/_TSSQpGFF3M/s400/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jonah is such a great outfielder...he gets to the ball before anyone else! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329907282536214962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SfeibzVWsbI/AAAAAAAABi4/u8GyZhEbOJg/s400/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, if you ask him his favorite thing to do, he will say, "Bat and run!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329907290191957218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SfeicP2oDOI/AAAAAAAABjA/t1ZZZECD9yk/s400/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It is hard to believe...they're learning to make their own way in the world! Go Cubs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I must also add that the boys have the best support behind the fence any two little boys could ever hope for. Abby gets so excited when her brothers hit the ball...she yells for them and claps those little hands. And, the icing on the proverbial cake - an AWESOME DAD! We are so blessed to have a dad who encourages, praises, teaches...I see the boys improving every week and I know that it is a direct result of his influence. If a mistake is made, a ball is dropped or one might strike out, daddy is there to lift up spirits, find a teaching opportunity, find the good points and give a pat on the back...I love that about this man! And, regardless of the outcome of the game, we all leave arm-in-arm, hand-in-hand...laughing and talking about the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329918498993746322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sfesor5OMZI/AAAAAAAABjI/hubsKhMWA8Y/s400/3+years+old.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Go, Boys, go!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329918503657686466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sfeso9RMRcI/AAAAAAAABjQ/bv7BT2hrqTA/s400/IMG_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"Daddy, will you buy me some more po-corn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329918509375836226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SfespSkgUEI/AAAAAAAABjY/VmbXeLOZnHo/s400/IMG_0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"Look alive boys!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have noticed that my daily planner has been increasingly full in the months of April and May...so much to do and so much to tell. However, although things may get hectic, we always do our best to make time for visits with family, even though they may be brief at times. We had a great time with this photo op in my front yard on Saturday afternoon with our adorable niece. The kids were really into it and enjoyed being outside on such a beautiful day. They all love each other very much and we are incredibly blessed to be part of this wonderful family. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329918516279826002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SfespsSi1lI/AAAAAAAABjg/Lk8l15sTb40/s400/IMG_0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Beautiful Bell Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sfesp-1Sf_I/AAAAAAAABjo/ZUrhPJ_hx7U/s1600-h/IMG_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329918521257394162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sfesp-1Sf_I/AAAAAAAABjo/ZUrhPJ_hx7U/s400/IMG_0404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these children so much!&lt;br /&gt;We were able to take our little camper out for the first time this past weekend and it was so much fun! Although we didn't get to spend much time there due to previous obligations, and I have no pictures (I know...bad blogger), it was delightful and we are looking forward to going out again this weekend. And, yes...the weatherman is giving rain, rain and more rain. But, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;, this camping family doesn't seem to mind . No more tents, wet air mattress, leaks and messes for us.  Bring it on, baby. We've got shelter, movies, a microwave...we are ready! And, nothing like a good mudhole at the campground to get my kids excited! Making memories - I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I must share an intimate moment I had with my daughter this week. As I was sweeping the kitchen floor, she said, "Mama, can my help you?" I said, "Sure." As I handed her a smaller broom and dustpan, she said, "Can my tell you something?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, honey...what is it?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_size" alt="Font size" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;She casually stated, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"My growing up, mama...but it's ok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears welled up...where does the time go? I am trying to cherish it all, wallow in the moments of time, seize every opportunity, look for God's movement in my life in the big and little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been preparing for months for Michael's second mission trip to Haiti...he leaves in &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;days. It makes the family times sweeter...we are spending lots of time talking with the children about Haiti, praying for the team members by name, discussing missions, packing, talking about God, loving others...trying to make a difference for the cause of Christ "as we are going..." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&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/8795243473922204830-8484549960189434957?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/8484549960189434957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=8484549960189434957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8484549960189434957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8484549960189434957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-must-admit-that-i-love-little-league.html' title='I must admit...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SfeibKRFyrI/AAAAAAAABig/L8pkG3utkgw/s72-c/IMG_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-9079981863729656863</id><published>2009-04-19T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:15:17.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SesxrCdGqSI/AAAAAAAABiY/Ig4-U7OV664/s1600-h/mountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326405599758821666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SesxrCdGqSI/AAAAAAAABiY/Ig4-U7OV664/s400/mountains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"How great is our God, Sing with me...How great is our God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will see...How great...how great...is our God!&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-9079981863729656863?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/9079981863729656863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=9079981863729656863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/9079981863729656863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/9079981863729656863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-great-is-our-god-sing-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SesxrCdGqSI/AAAAAAAABiY/Ig4-U7OV664/s72-c/mountains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-6136098934819247313</id><published>2009-04-18T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:18:47.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When one is down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SenftQberSI/AAAAAAAABiQ/YsJSpZgo-SE/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326034002939653410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SenftQberSI/AAAAAAAABiQ/YsJSpZgo-SE/s400/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Easter, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...we're all down. The world stops moving for a brief moment. Nothing else seems to be important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, one of us got "knocked down." And, in this family, if one gets knocked down, we are all knocked down. You see, we are a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We do this thing called life... together. Other things were pressing us at the time...others were depending on us, expecting us to show up, expecting us to be there for important, good, Godly things. Expecting us to be where we were supposed to be, doing what we were scheduled to do, being everything to everyone. But, yesterday, we had to be together for the one of us who needed us most. And...I just love that about&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, we discussed it as a family, knowing that meetings would be missed, people would notice we were not there, important things - good things would go by the way-side. But, what's a family to do? Be a family when it matters the most...make it priority...stop everything else to help the one of us...for without all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...we are not the family God created us to be. Was it worth it you ask? Did we miss out on anything? Sure, we did! We missed being where we were scheduled to be last night. It was important. But, this...far more important-&lt;em&gt;er&lt;/em&gt;! Was it beneficial to the family? Yes, the one is healing...we are being transformed...into a family God can use! It's tough...it's exciting...it's hard to see one of us hurting, bruised, sore, injured, lame, battered, in tears...needing the other four of us to carry them...but we are strong...and we will...we always will...because we are ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8795243473922204830-6136098934819247313?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/6136098934819247313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=6136098934819247313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6136098934819247313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6136098934819247313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-one-is-down.html' title='When one is down...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SenftQberSI/AAAAAAAABiQ/YsJSpZgo-SE/s72-c/IMG_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-5787110892469757833</id><published>2009-04-11T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:54:42.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All things ballet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We received Abigail's ballet costume in the mail today...she had to try it on and LOVED it. Just thought we'd share a few pictures. She is so excited...can you tell by the smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323570110559958162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SeEez2DQNJI/AAAAAAAABho/STRr0boWTSo/s400/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SeEe02BIGtI/AAAAAAAABiI/LX7v--kWX9A/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323570127730907858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SeEe02BIGtI/AAAAAAAABiI/LX7v--kWX9A/s400/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SeEe0QMx-zI/AAAAAAAABiA/LKUuAE3FW2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323570117579242290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SeEe0QMx-zI/AAAAAAAABiA/LKUuAE3FW2Q/s400/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SeEe0AXqphI/AAAAAAAABh4/xpSGwFabGBM/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323570113329931794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SeEe0AXqphI/AAAAAAAABh4/xpSGwFabGBM/s400/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SeEezyZVrwI/AAAAAAAABhw/CGBGbCvMkms/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323570109578850050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SeEezyZVrwI/AAAAAAAABhw/CGBGbCvMkms/s400/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a great Easter celebration! We will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-5787110892469757833?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5787110892469757833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=5787110892469757833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5787110892469757833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5787110892469757833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-things-ballet.html' title='All things ballet...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SeEez2DQNJI/AAAAAAAABho/STRr0boWTSo/s72-c/IMG_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-5790952112412192632</id><published>2009-04-10T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:59:01.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My mind is full today...hard to clear it. I am home from work with strep, which is no fun. I haven't slept well due to the pain.  On days like this, I don't like noise. I relish the silence until it almost deafens me. The clock in the kitchen is ticking, the computer hummmms, and it is raining off and on outside. Mike and the kids are gone for the day. I love to sit in the dark...study, think and pray. These moments are far and few between. I don't feel well, but I'll take them any way they come. Good Friday notions scream out..."Crucify him, crucify him." A wooden cross, nails, thorns, holes in his hands and feet. I was there that day...on His mind. He thought of me. I can't imagine the suffering, the scorn, the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only human. My mind doesn't stay focused the way it should. It wanders. I have concerns - carnal concerns. Lord, keep me focused on you. You are all that matters. You did it all for me. You will meet my needs - the needs of my family. You took the cross for me - why do I keep taking it up again and again and again? Today is Good Friday...I will remember the cruel cross...the blessed, beautiful, cruel cross. Thank you for the cross, Lord. Thank you for the nail-pierced hands. Worthy is the Lamb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323076941850719666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sd9eRpcVtbI/AAAAAAAABg4/wPJEV5b2CRk/s320/lamb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/123/BE02EC66E9C7E753235C2B66FE69DE81.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-5790952112412192632?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5790952112412192632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=5790952112412192632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5790952112412192632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5790952112412192632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/04/lamb.html' title='Lamb'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sd9eRpcVtbI/AAAAAAAABg4/wPJEV5b2CRk/s72-c/lamb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-8220601781254947409</id><published>2009-04-07T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:33:21.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New camera...Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sdv9Zs5EQYI/AAAAAAAABgo/-MNn5CXj6c4/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322126002657444226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sdv9Zs5EQYI/AAAAAAAABgo/-MNn5CXj6c4/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sdv9ZfSptfI/AAAAAAAABgg/ZYHK7veBREI/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322125999006660082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sdv9ZfSptfI/AAAAAAAABgg/ZYHK7veBREI/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sdv9ZLBJd3I/AAAAAAAABgY/BCmuNyAcTmU/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322125993564534642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sdv9ZLBJd3I/AAAAAAAABgY/BCmuNyAcTmU/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sdv9ZLoCkaI/AAAAAAAABgQ/ZtwSBdtKyjU/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322125993727660450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sdv9ZLoCkaI/AAAAAAAABgQ/ZtwSBdtKyjU/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322126007563277554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sdv9Z_KtVPI/AAAAAAAABgw/oEjlZvOULfU/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I had an unfortunate mishap with my little Canon PowerShot camera on Christmas Day and picture taking just hasn't been the same since. So, for my birthday and our 12th anniversary, Michael and I bought a new camera to capture special family moments. We have been very excited to enjoy it, but had not had time yet to fiddle with it much. So, tonight, after the boys went to bed, Abigail was in a great mood and we took a few shots to try it out. We still have alot to learn about how to use it most effectively, but none the less, got some cutie-pa-tootie shots of 'punkin-head' right before bedtime. By the way, in case you hadn't heard, Ms. Abigail is now officially enrolled in pre-ballet classes. We are so excited for her. She now has her very own weekly event to go to and loved it! She had her first class 3-5 year old pre-ballet "Try Me" class on Monday, and afterwards, said, "Mommy, please tell my daddy that he needs to buy me fancy clothes now like my friends in my class [leotards, dance shoes, etc.]." She was the tiniest ballerina in her class and gave it her all. Needless to say, we have ordered the leotard, tights, leather ballet shoes (size 7 in little girls), 12" leg warmers, a warm-up sweater and a ballet bag. We are in hook, line and sinker! We are so proud of her!&lt;br /&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/8795243473922204830-8220601781254947409?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/8220601781254947409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=8220601781254947409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8220601781254947409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8220601781254947409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-camerayay.html' title='New camera...Yay!'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sdv9Zs5EQYI/AAAAAAAABgo/-MNn5CXj6c4/s72-c/IMG_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-4687861341056027841</id><published>2009-04-02T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:08:12.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SdVuWsz8HHI/AAAAAAAABgI/CGwoM-ueY_k/s1600-h/IMG_2938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320279871073295474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SdVuWsz8HHI/AAAAAAAABgI/CGwoM-ueY_k/s320/IMG_2938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are so many reasons that I love being a mom...but I must say that my three darlings make it so easy to love it. (Now, notice that I did &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; say that it was &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt; being a mom - just that I loved it!) But, I thought tonight, as my children lay sleeping, resting for the final day of school this week, that I would share 10 things that I particularly enjoy about each child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaac...I love that you...:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.) always go with the flow;&lt;br /&gt;2.) complete artwork reflects your personality and is beautiful;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.) love reading to your baby sister;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.) never give up and are very confident;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.) pray so genuinely and thoughtfully;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.) love to help others - you get the missions concept!&lt;br /&gt;7.) enjoy yourself everywhere you are;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8.) build awesome tents as large as a room out of blankets, chairs, pillows, etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9.) like your hair a certain way, and no matter how hard I try, your refix it...your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10.) show incredible potential for the kingdom of Christ and I can't wait to see how He uses you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonah...I delight in...:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.) your unquenchable sense of humor;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.) your passion - whether you are right or wrong;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.) your ability to recall even the minutest details of an event that occurred years ago;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.) your "no stick" days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.) watching you run from 3rd base to home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.) watching you lay in the bathtub, relaxin', knowing that you haven't used a drop of soap;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.) seeing you delight in worms, dirt and bugs!&lt;br /&gt;8.) your poetry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Glorest [glorious] sun, the Glorest clouds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Glorest mud, the Glorest rain&lt;br /&gt;The Glorest trees, the Glorest wood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Glorest rocks, the Glorest wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The End by Jonah"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) your rosy-red cheeks that glow when your run your heart out;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10.) seeing you learn Scripture that I know God will use to grow you up in Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abigail...it thrills my heart to...:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.) paint your fingernails and toenails pink - so pretty;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.) hold you "just one more minute" before bed;&lt;br /&gt;3.) hearing you wake up in the morning and wanting a "snack" - no matter the time;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.) play with your dolls and help you change their diapers - they sure do pee alot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.) let you "dry" my hair;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.) go shopping with you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.) watch "Abby in Wonderland" for the 147th time;&lt;br /&gt;8.) see you grow and have conversations with you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9.) listen to you sing, "J-O-Y, down in my heart, deep, deep down in my heart";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10.) think about the ways that God is going to use your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I absolutely LOVE being a mom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; 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Although they had a great time doing it, after two years, they collectively decided that they wanted to try something new - baseball. So, daddy signed them up and they had their first practice last night. They had a great time catching ground balls, running bases and learning other basics. The next practice on Wednesday afternoon will include batting practice. To never have played on an organized baseball team before, Michael said the boys played great and hung right in their with the rest of the team. We are excited for them and can't wait to cheer them on this season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SdJ4eHTKKpI/AAAAAAAABgA/UinzzFcvotE/s1600-h/IMG_3295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319446568628791954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SdJ4eHTKKpI/AAAAAAAABgA/UinzzFcvotE/s320/IMG_3295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I asked Jonah what his favorite part of his first practice was, he said, "running!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SdJ26YULzjI/AAAAAAAABfo/iELHJO3N8YU/s1600-h/IMG_3287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319444855209578034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SdJ26YULzjI/AAAAAAAABfo/iELHJO3N8YU/s320/IMG_3287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good throwing arm, Jon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319444846606512306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SdJ254RDcLI/AAAAAAAABfY/2EbqQCPS-a4/s320/IMG_3286.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jonah worked hard to catch those grounders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SdJ26IDw2wI/AAAAAAAABfg/Oq6upOjJH8E/s1600-h/IMG_3285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319444850845735682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SdJ26IDw2wI/AAAAAAAABfg/Oq6upOjJH8E/s320/IMG_3285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac shows great technique - good arm, Isaac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SdJ25vHbA5I/AAAAAAAABfQ/OEDAie3yGAM/s1600-h/IMG_3284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319444844150195090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SdJ25vHbA5I/AAAAAAAABfQ/OEDAie3yGAM/s320/IMG_3284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac broke that new glove in fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319445820423377090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SdJ3ykBFkMI/AAAAAAAABf4/80tcPV42wKQ/s320/IMG_3298.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Isaac is as fast as lightening! Run, baby, run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Go Cubs!&lt;/span&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/8795243473922204830-8779500473258247397?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/8779500473258247397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=8779500473258247397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8779500473258247397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8779500473258247397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-league-is-in-full-swinggo-cubs.html' title='Little League is in full swing...Go Cubs!'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SdJ4eHTKKpI/AAAAAAAABgA/UinzzFcvotE/s72-c/IMG_3295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-8345442415639510092</id><published>2009-03-30T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:06:44.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Far better!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;BETTER TO LOVE GOD AND DIE UNKNOWN THAN TO LOVE THE WORLD AND BE A HERO; BETTER TO BE CONTENT WITH POVERTY THAN TO DIE A SLAVE TO WEALTH; BETTER TO HAVE TAKEN SOME RISKS AND LOST THAN TO HAVE DONE NOTHING AND SUCCEEDED AT IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- E. Lutzer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been on a journey with the Lord the last few weeks - maybe months - in discovery, processing, learning, and stretching myself. It has led to a lot of lively marital discussions, often to discover that Mike, too, had been led - might we say - convicted, about the same areas that I was feeling the Holy Spirit lead me in as well. And, in our marital experience, we have always been able to discern His direction and leading very clearly and simply by realizing that God had brought us to the "same place at the same time." It is never coincidence that we have been studying the same things in our private time with the Lord, or that we felt the "umption" (is that a word??) of the Spirit in the same direction. I believe it is the fruit of two lives walking together in the oneness of a marriage with Christ at the center...what an incredible experience to sit across the table from your spouse, share your heart, expressing what you feel the Lord is doing in your life and have it all confirmed by what God is doing in his life as well. It just doesn't get any better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has happened so many times before. In the areas of career decisions, job changes, family building, life choices, missions experiences, choosing to adopt, accepting the call to ministry, and many, many other things, He has brought us to a decision-making point, we obeyed, and He was faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are at another crossroads. But, not necessarily one the world will understand - and they shouldn't necessarily, at all. It is not a decision in which we will 1) decide to purchase something; 2) choose to move locations; 3) accept a call to complete a missions experience. All of these things are good. And, we may or may not do one or more of these things. But, this time it is different-much different. You see, we are dealing with a heart issue...God is continually changing our hearts. And, boy, I am sure glad that He doesn't leave us where we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been broken. We have been brought down by a single encounter - where we needed to be all along. God has shown us some things that we were missing in our Christian experience. We have decided that although we have accepted Christ and attempt to live our lives as such, that we are failing miserably. Is Jesus pleased when He sees us live when there are those who are dying - right in our own neighborhoods? Is He pleased when we act like it is all we can do to get to Sunday School by 9:30 a.m. to "fellowship" and eat breakfast with other believers in the comfort of our own church building when children under our direct church influence don't have anything to eat for breakfast? Is He satisified with my worship on Sunday mornings when we haven't spent time on Saturday night preparing our hearts and minds - we've been busy or preoccupied? When we haven't spent Saturday reaching out to those who are lost, to those who are dirty, sick, tired and worn? Are we closing our eyes to it? Are we so focused on our pleasures, our own "fellowship," our own appearances, our own schedules and desires that we forget those living in the local trailer courts, the children with no homes/mothers/fathers, the ones with no breakfast to eat? Do we seek them out when they come in our buildings? Do we look for them in the community? Or do we turn the other way - literally? I admit that my eyes have often been closed alot more than they should have been...I have forgotten to look around me. Now, they have been opened for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for us to turn off the television, turn off the Blackberry, save our 'eating out money' to buy groceries for a hungry family, turn off the news and get our eyes of the $$$$ that the world is telling us is the most important thing! Get real with people, reach out to the hurting, encourage the discouraged, get over ourselves, feed the hungry , share our testimony with someone who needs Jesus, take time to think as individuals and families about a specific way to reach out...then do it. Get uncomfortable. Get tired. Stretch yourself. Then, I believe, we will transform our lives in Christ - maybe even transform the church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BETTER TO LOVE GOD AND DIE UNKNOWN THAN TO LOVE THE WORLD AND BE A HERO; BETTER TO BE CONTENT WITH POVERTY THAN TO DIE A SLAVE TO WEALTH; BETTER TO HAVE TAKEN SOME RISKS AND LOST THAN TO HAVE DONE NOTHING AND SUCCEEDED AT IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;– E. Lutzer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-8345442415639510092?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/8345442415639510092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=8345442415639510092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8345442415639510092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/8345442415639510092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/03/far-better.html' title='Far better!'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-5472644452758865030</id><published>2009-03-28T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:06:13.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's got it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sc7_X9GQ0ZI/AAAAAAAABfE/fuQD6N7fKY4/s1600-h/100_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318468996974039442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sc7_X9GQ0ZI/AAAAAAAABfE/fuQD6N7fKY4/s320/100_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abby has the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;flu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- full blown, out-right, ugly, no-fun flu. She has had a fever as high as 105 degrees and lots of other 'gory' symptoms I will spare you the details of. It is hard to see your children going through difficult times and not being able to completely rescue them from it. But, for the most part, our children are pretty healthy and for this we are thankful and blessed. Abby and I have spent much time in the "tepid water tub" the last couple of days and and I must admit this is not one of Abby's favorite activities. She and I have discussed at length (as much as you can between a mother and an inquisitive 3 year old) that this helps wash the 'sickies' away. But, for some reason, she doesn't seem to like sitting in a bath of lukewarm water in the middle of night until her fever comes down - not exactly her idea of a fun time, I guess. She has been a brave little girl though. And, we hope that she starts feeling much better real soon. In addition, we are praying that the 'sickies' stay far, far away from the rest of us as well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-5472644452758865030?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5472644452758865030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=5472644452758865030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5472644452758865030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5472644452758865030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-got-it.html' title='She&apos;s got it.'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sc7_X9GQ0ZI/AAAAAAAABfE/fuQD6N7fKY4/s72-c/100_0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-4693795959228958622</id><published>2009-03-24T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:20:17.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a conversation today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had some interesting conversations with friends today ... I tried mostly to listen and interject when God gave words and wisdom. The topic just happened to be about raising our various aged children, pop culture, media, teens, a new popular controversial book series', peer pressure, the 'everybody's-doing-it mentality', and so on. I was so broken hearted as I heard parents, friends and acquaintances speak so boldly that they "...hate not to let my child wear it...'' or "...feel like a bad parent if I don't let them read it..." because ALL the other little girls/boys are wearing it or reading it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316913088884682674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Scl4SLyYr7I/AAAAAAAABe0/hVzQltACzHA/s320/kid+and+t.v..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am truly of the persuasion that the Christian home needs a MAKEOVER, PEOPLE! We are not of the world...only in it for a little while. Since when do we CONFORM??? We are supposed to be different -- anybody have the desire to be peculiar? We definitely do! And, you know what we have figured out? Hardly anyone will understand the decisions you make as a Christian family. And, the world shouldn't completely understand it - sometimes those who call themselves Christians don't either. The Christian family should look alot different than other families - they should look at us...the love, the peace, the joy, the service, the faithfulness, the ministry...and want what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want an &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Extreme Christian Home Makeover&lt;/span&gt;...I want people to walk in my home and scream..."&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;WOWEEE&lt;/span&gt; - now this is some kind of different!" I want it to be a place that my kids want to be in... a peaceful, fun, happy place where conversation is not unusual, where laughter is commonplace, where family dinners - even when simple - are around the table and begun with prayer, where Jesus Christ is welcome, and where we march to a different beat than the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't want the media to have a foothold in our home. We are fighting that influence...not just ignoring it, but meeting it head on, talking about it, dealing with it, teaching our children about it, and above all, looking to God when there is nothing left to say but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Welcome home, Bell Family, Welcome home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316913620369495714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Scl4xHuPVqI/AAAAAAAABe8/nMjzzpkBGXk/s320/as+for+me+and+my+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-4693795959228958622?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/4693795959228958622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=4693795959228958622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4693795959228958622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4693795959228958622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-some-interesting-conversations.html' title='I had a conversation today...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Scl4SLyYr7I/AAAAAAAABe0/hVzQltACzHA/s72-c/kid+and+t.v..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-1245937077843651132</id><published>2009-03-22T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:30:46.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my window...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ScbGfjmjM_I/AAAAAAAABes/ZKqQfPXwoBk/s1600-h/IMG_3279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316154655592625138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ScbGfjmjM_I/AAAAAAAABes/ZKqQfPXwoBk/s320/IMG_3279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my little quirks is that I love - and my husband loathes - the fact that when we travel at night, I enjoy looking in peoples windows when we drive by. I get so excited when I see the lights on in a home. I like to see people walking around, pictures on the wall, someone cooking in the kitchen; for some odd reason - it thrills me! I get a kick out of seeing people in their evening attire, with the television on, oblivious to onlookers, having conversations...the whole nine yards. And, yes, you may wonder how I see all this in a 5 second drive-by?? Years of practice and talent, I suppose;) I am so good at it that Mike says I can tell what they are cooking for supper just by driving by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tonight, I thought I would give you a drive-by glimpse of what is going on our home - a view through the window, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thoroughly enjoyed lunch out with friends after church today. The house is clean and we had a great afternoon resting together after church today. We just finished supper about 15 minutes ago - BBQ meatballs, corn on the cob and rolls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are playing school - Abby is the teacher and the boys are giving her a hard way to go - she is trying so hard to teach them their animals and they are very 'disobedient' students. She keeps telling them, "It's time for school, students!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is at the table with his laptop, a mountain of seminary books and various n' sundry Bible versions, working away on his homework. (I am so proud of him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, after finishing this, am headed to the laundry...again. And, to dishes...again.&lt;br /&gt;No place I would rather be! The t.v. is off, the family is all healthy and happy. We are wandering around in our evening attire (p.j's, comfy clothes, pony-tails), doing our best to be family...probably not the way anybody else does it, but just the way we like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you drive by...&lt;br /&gt;honk and throw your hand up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-1245937077843651132?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/1245937077843651132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=1245937077843651132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/1245937077843651132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/1245937077843651132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-my-window.html' title='In my window...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ScbGfjmjM_I/AAAAAAAABes/ZKqQfPXwoBk/s72-c/IMG_3279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-3713722102918040263</id><published>2009-03-19T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:01:15.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack 802 Pinewood Derby Races</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a great family night last Saturday night as Isaac and Jonah (and daddy) were able to race their Pinewood Derby cars they had worked so hard to build. They had a great showing and made us all very proud. The boys were involved in every aspect of building the cars, painting them, choosing their design, painting them and then cheering them on! Since their favorite characters at the present time are Mario Brother's characters, Isaac chose to decorate his after the Luigi character (i.e. green with an "L" on top) and Jonah chose to decorate his like the Toad character (i.e. white with red polka dots). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315049207533514722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ScLZGArBr-I/AAAAAAAABeM/H-ESbuOyF_E/s320/IMG_3266.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Everything was decorated just like big race day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315049187741975954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ScLZE28WxZI/AAAAAAAABds/0ZccF4DtK0U/s320/IMG_3258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys' cars were side-by-side on the display table...Jonah's on the left, Isaac's on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ScLZFnhC8DI/AAAAAAAABeE/3T3pDmMv9gc/s1600-h/IMG_3264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315049200780767282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ScLZFnhC8DI/AAAAAAAABeE/3T3pDmMv9gc/s320/IMG_3264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were very excited - they have loved being active in the Boy Scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ScLZFW3vHlI/AAAAAAAABd8/FtMsggfPv8s/s1600-h/IMG_3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315049196312534610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ScLZFW3vHlI/AAAAAAAABd8/FtMsggfPv8s/s320/IMG_3261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abby had a great time cheering for her brothers! She's a proud sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ScLZFfUW9rI/AAAAAAAABd0/NfjIT97MyPs/s1600-h/IMG_3259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315049198580070066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ScLZFfUW9rI/AAAAAAAABd0/NfjIT97MyPs/s320/IMG_3259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to granny and papaw for coming and yelling for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315050445622661234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ScLaOE6e0HI/AAAAAAAABeU/_SY0N8_SPF4/s320/IMG_3269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...standing in front of our cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315050460949115810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ScLaO-Al86I/AAAAAAAABek/k4K3Bq2KsEw/s320/IMG_3271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look real close...Jonah's car is getting ready to race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315050450000472178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ScLaOVOO6HI/AAAAAAAABec/LCgC9GG5HLs/s320/IMG_3270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Next, Isaac's car is up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we weren't in the top three, Isaac and Jonah made an excellent showing and the boys had a great time with their fellow scout friends! In the car on the way home, they started planning for next year, so I would say that this one was a hit!  They received their ribbon and patch for participating, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8795243473922204830-3713722102918040263?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/3713722102918040263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=3713722102918040263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/3713722102918040263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/3713722102918040263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/03/pack-802-pinewood-derby-races.html' title='Pack 802 Pinewood Derby Races'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/ScLZGArBr-I/AAAAAAAABeM/H-ESbuOyF_E/s72-c/IMG_3266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-7422765567619783657</id><published>2009-03-14T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T04:37:06.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I know tonight...</title><content type='html'>-I adore my husband and my kids are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;-I am doing my best.&lt;br /&gt;-When my circumstances change, God doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;-I can trust God fully with every aspect of my life.&lt;br /&gt;-His word is completely true.&lt;br /&gt;-Good Christian friends are precious gifts.&lt;br /&gt;-I am tremendously blessed beyond anything I deserve.&lt;br /&gt;-I know that there is much more that I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; know than what I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;-God is faithful and keeps His promises.&lt;br /&gt;-He has placed me where I am - there are no coincidences.&lt;br /&gt;-My dependence on God far surpasses any independence I may portray to others falsely to have.&lt;br /&gt;-Peace that passes my understanding is definitely a fruit of the Spirit-filled life! I am thankful for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-7422765567619783657?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/7422765567619783657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=7422765567619783657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/7422765567619783657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/7422765567619783657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-know-tonight.html' title='What I know tonight...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-1165190204082315740</id><published>2009-03-10T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:01:08.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight...sweet family time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just finished supper (baked ham, dressing, mac-n-cheese) and have been having a great relaxing evening at home. The kids have been so sweet tonight and we thought we share some of our precious moments with you. Hope you enjoy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311709682223106002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sbb70DbpR9I/AAAAAAAABc8/TT9nZtkb0yk/s320/IMG_3252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sbb70Ray4II/AAAAAAAABdE/E94HuV-DI08/s1600-h/IMG_3251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311709685977636994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sbb70Ray4II/AAAAAAAABdE/E94HuV-DI08/s320/IMG_3251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abigail absolutely LOVES to "hep' you watch the ditches." Tonight, while we were washing a pan, she said, "Gross - double gross!" Where do they learn these things?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311711129012033858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sbb9IRJAWUI/AAAAAAAABdk/4tHcV_aqArg/s320/IMG_3253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311709696297385170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sbb7033NvNI/AAAAAAAABdU/97EOHaNBBrk/s320/IMG_3254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Isaac is spending quite a bit of his leisure time drawing...of course his favorite subjects are Mario Brother's. He loves to draw them and then take them to his art teacher the next day for feedback. Right now, he is enjoying looking at another picture and drawing it. Next, we are going to be encouraging him to create on his own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311709702375243554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sbb71OgSfyI/AAAAAAAABdc/vv9cIG1MqJg/s320/IMG_3256.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jonah has been so relaxed all evening...he's just been chill'axin! He wanted to watch a movie and mommy went in to hang out with him awhile and snuggle and found him like this! Too adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love slow, relaxing evenings where we can cook supper together as a family, enjoy some of our favorite hobbies, prop our feet up on the ottoman and rest! &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/8795243473922204830-1165190204082315740?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/1165190204082315740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=1165190204082315740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/1165190204082315740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/1165190204082315740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/03/tonightsweet-family-time.html' title='Tonight...sweet family time!'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sbb70DbpR9I/AAAAAAAABc8/TT9nZtkb0yk/s72-c/IMG_3252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-2556289262129133362</id><published>2009-03-09T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:51:55.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;...there's alot happening in the Bell household - more than I could probably share in a paragraph or two.  But, I wanted to sort of give a brief update.  For starters, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;lately we ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   are getting eager for warmer weather so we can try out our new little camper;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2.   are hoping we don't get the stomach or other flu;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3.   are painting pine derby cars for this Saturdays race with the Boy Scouts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4.   arewaiting for Little League baseball to start in April - our first time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5.   cooked a roast/potatoes/carrots/corn and rolls for supper tonight- yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6.   are enjoying Mike having a week break from seminary classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7.   are eagerly awaiting Isaac getting his cast off his broken - now healed - right arm on Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8.   are attempting to memorize Romans chapter 8 - (grown-ups only)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9.   are attempting to memorize Psalm 23 - (kids only)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. are praying for God's direction &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;for our home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as we look toward following his commandments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11.  are reading my (Melisa's) first work of Christian fiction in a LONG time - Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers - awesome book exploring God's love for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12.  are washing our hands alot - trying to ward off the flu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13.  are sanitizing the doorknobs and everything else - trying not to get the flu (yep-I'm a little obsessed with this!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14.  are pleased the laundry is looking better and better - whew! - what a job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15.  are anticipating the start of Michael's Old Testament II class on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16.  enjoyed a day home with hubby today - although we were obligated the whole day, it was nice to be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17.  are trying not to at all rely on government to give us a hand-up or hand-out or bail-out, but relying on God to meet our needs and doing all we can in the meantime to be good stewards - keeping a budget, giving, sharing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18.  are looking forward to our 12th wedding anniversary and my birthday in April - as well as Isaac's Gotcha Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. are counting our blessings and enjoying our days...wowee!  The weather has been amazing so we've been playing outside alot!&lt;br /&gt;20.  are praying for our country - hmmm - better buckle down on this one people!&lt;br /&gt;21.  are preparing for Mike's mission trip to Haiti in May - prayer, preparation, planning;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;22.  are working toward balancing our time and priorities to the glory of God.  "Seek ye first the kingdom of God!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whew - that's a lot of stuff going on, huh?  And, we love every minute of it.  Who says the Christian life experience isn't exciting?  Don't get me wrong now - there are lots of losses, hurts, and disappointments in this same experience as well - some of which I have experienced just recently.  And, have you ever noticed that those of use in the body are worse at hurting each other than anybody - why is that?  But, my relationship with Jesus Christ is well worth it all...and the blessings keep pouring in, overflowing, spilling over, flooding me...I am thankful for all He calls me to.   I anticipate this life tomorrow if God sees fit to give it to me...I want to live it abundantly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trusting Him...Melisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-2556289262129133362?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/2556289262129133362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=2556289262129133362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/2556289262129133362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/2556289262129133362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/03/recently.html' title='Recently...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-4581969300992398750</id><published>2009-03-06T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:45:26.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An epiphany moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SbG-w6Fo98I/AAAAAAAABcs/6PGTSGEMXm8/s1600-h/IMG_3249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310235183082436546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SbG-w6Fo98I/AAAAAAAABcs/6PGTSGEMXm8/s320/IMG_3249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being a growing family of 5, I realize (sometimes discouragingly so) that the laundry is ever-so out of control. There is never a day that I can call it done. I don't have 'hired-help.' It is my honor and privilige to do - actually - although that sounded really good, I loathe the task. I put it off, let it pile up, dread the folding, sorting, putting away. It is a major project and one that I don't ever look forward to. I would rather do a hundred-million-zillion other things than fold and put away laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310235189303624130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SbG-xRQ4wcI/AAAAAAAABc0/53Rwl3UOu68/s320/IMG_3250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But, tonight, the whole top of the laundry basket was filled with socks...big ones, little ones, blue ones, purple ones, old ones, new ones, play ones, dress ones, frilly ones, not-so-frilly male-gender ones...and as I pulled them out, I truly thought...how beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;And, the scripture from Romans 10:14-15 came to my mind immediately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, "How beautiful are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of those who bring good news!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[emphasis mine]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somehow, tonight, the task of laundry doesn't seem as daunting to me. Yes, I am a Christian working mother. I juggle alot - but only just as much as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mother. Some homemaking tasks I find more pleasant than others...although they all must be done. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;But, tonight, the socks seem just a little more precious. As I sort them, fold them and place them in little drawers, I will be praying for my husband and children who will be wearing them...that they will be bold - bringing good news of Jesus Christ everywhere those socks take them&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&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/8795243473922204830-4581969300992398750?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/4581969300992398750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=4581969300992398750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4581969300992398750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/4581969300992398750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/03/epiphany-moment.html' title='An epiphany moment'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SbG-w6Fo98I/AAAAAAAABcs/6PGTSGEMXm8/s72-c/IMG_3249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-617383133348953448</id><published>2009-03-01T15:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:16:01.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family celebrations and incentives...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308370274767037682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Saseo9O7ZPI/AAAAAAAABbc/U5kpiwRDsv8/s320/IMG_3230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308370270057454546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SaseorsE29I/AAAAAAAABbU/3a_ZtkYDHy4/s320/IMG_3228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308370248952385154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SasendEPDoI/AAAAAAAABa8/Sj9TGe4e9Sc/s320/IMG_3223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308370253509588738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SasenuCwdwI/AAAAAAAABbE/VePFq5Kln0g/s320/IMG_3226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308370265997493970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SaseockGxtI/AAAAAAAABbM/Ns0ucDnvbUg/s320/IMG_3227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308376559392139762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SaskWxSUKfI/AAAAAAAABck/ctm3PpN_asM/s320/IMG_3241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308376555567148994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SaskWjCXb8I/AAAAAAAABcc/QTgNzeUP8VI/s320/IMG_3240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308376551150919122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SaskWSldHdI/AAAAAAAABcU/bal4lCQG30I/s320/IMG_3237.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308376544111443298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SaskV4XHPWI/AAAAAAAABcM/2AM6JVy8oU0/s320/IMG_3231.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&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 align="center"&gt;We were so excited to be able to attend the annual Boy Scout Blue and Gold Banquet with the boys on Saturday evening. It was an opportunity to visit with other scouting families and celebrate the achievements of the scouts. Isaac and Jonah have worked very hard and have earned several beads, badges and belt loops. We couldn't be prouder of the young boys they are and are becoming. They give it their all and couldn't do it without their biggest fan - their awesome dad! Their pinewood derby cars are lookin' good and we are excited to see the end result in a couple of weeks. It was a great family night and Abby loved the fact that even SHE got to go to Boy Scouts this time! Fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, nothing gets my gizzard flappin' more than seeing my children reading! I am an avid reader and would love my children to 'catch the passion!' So, as part of the "Bell Family Big Book of Everything" I created a page entitled "Books I have read" - it is sort of a running counter of how many books each child reads with a goal they chose and an incentive they chose - with my help of course. The boys decided they would read 100 books this month (and homework or school books do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; count.) Mommy has to approve the books and they have to write the title on their own personal tracking sheet. Every week, we will total up how they are doing in our 'Big Book.' We decided together that a a good reward for reading 100 age-appropriate books would be $15.00 - but I must admit, this was not without compromise because Jonah felt that $2,000.00 would be a fair prize, then they finally dropped it to $100.00 before finally settling on $15.00! And, they have been reading ALL evening! I LOVE IT! They have had so much fun and I have heard more giggling, laughing, reading to sister, sharing and fun than I have heard in a long time. Books are awesome! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308373336415390786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SashbKwxzEI/AAAAAAAABb8/900QZWnI9zE/s320/IMG_3247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308373329450098498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Sashaw0H30I/AAAAAAAABb0/YCpKsByVbyg/s320/IMG_3246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308373342225595858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SashbgaCfdI/AAAAAAAABcE/vgl97xv_rRY/s320/IMG_3248.JPG" border="0" /&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/8795243473922204830-617383133348953448?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/617383133348953448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=617383133348953448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/617383133348953448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/617383133348953448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-celebrations-and-incentives.html' title='Family celebrations and incentives...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/Saseo9O7ZPI/AAAAAAAABbc/U5kpiwRDsv8/s72-c/IMG_3230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-140326490642667825</id><published>2009-02-25T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:28:32.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and then some!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, as I was driving my oldest son to his doctor's appointment, I was listening to the radio, thinking about my life, and the circumstances of the world around me. On the Christian radio station I chose to listen to, the gentleman said, "Is He enough for you?" It provoked such strong emotions in me. I had to turn it off and think...pray. Do I truly believe that God is enough for me and my life? I didn't want to think pious thoughts and just assume, "Yes, He's enough for me." There's much more to the question. Do I daily live every moment confirming that He's enough??...more than enough??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is He enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when the economy is in bad shape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when someone I love hurts me real bad? Maybe even someone in my church or my family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when I fall on my face in failure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when my child dies in my arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when my child commits a crime or an immoral act?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when illness overtakes my body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when everything is great, when I think I did it on my own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when I lose my job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when things don't work out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when people don't understand why I do what I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when I am made fun of for what I believe, choices I make or ideals I stand for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when I am old and alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when the storm comes?&lt;br /&gt;...when our children grow up and leave home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when I am afraid, but don't want anyone else to know, so I put on my "church" face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when my spouse and I age together with unknown challenges to face...ups and downs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when we think God is taking us in one direction and He shows us that it is time to change directions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when the phone calls come that we don't expect?&lt;br /&gt;...when our children make their own choices?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when we don't know what to do next...at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when time moves faster than we can keep up with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when I am afraid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when I am exhausted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when I know I've done the right thing even though it's hard?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...when the pain comes and seems so bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is God enough? Can He be enough?&lt;br /&gt;I know my answer.&lt;br /&gt;He is enough. He is enough for me and you. More than just enough.&lt;br /&gt;He is enough...and then some!&lt;br /&gt;Enough said!&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/8795243473922204830-140326490642667825?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/140326490642667825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=140326490642667825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/140326490642667825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/140326490642667825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-then-some.html' title='...and then some!'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-9212807145218590491</id><published>2009-02-22T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:46:04.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SaHhx8BOeNI/AAAAAAAABac/XxQRdzvEYkE/s1600-h/IMG_3218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305770084060264658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SaHhx8BOeNI/AAAAAAAABac/XxQRdzvEYkE/s320/IMG_3218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305770085911164722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SaHhyC6g9zI/AAAAAAAABak/GyI7nGWODd0/s320/IMG_3220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This little girl tickles me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves hairbows, eating grapes, dressing her baby dolls, dancing, wearing houseshoes, playing with and hugging her brothers, watching Cin-da-re-lly. wearing bracelets, taking bubble baths, singing about Jesus, picking out her shoes, going to "chuch," taking naps with mommy, reading books, having mommy kiss her 'stinky feet', laying on daddy's tummy, and telling on her brothers.  She tickles me.  She is sweetness.  She is growing up...always my little girl.  &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/8795243473922204830-9212807145218590491?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/9212807145218590491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=9212807145218590491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/9212807145218590491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/9212807145218590491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweetness.html' title='Sweetness'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SaHhx8BOeNI/AAAAAAAABac/XxQRdzvEYkE/s72-c/IMG_3218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-2464779862148207764</id><published>2009-02-20T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:28:04.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only because of the love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to think that I do everything I do for my family for the right reasons...because it is the right thing to do, it needs to be done, someone has to do it, no one else will do it, it is necessary. But, after more thought, the joy in being the wife and mother of this&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; incredible&lt;/span&gt; family is in the love behind everything I am blessed to be able to do for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love being a wife and mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everything about it. I love keeping the children quiet when daddy is not feeling well so he can rest. I love washing the clothes. I love reading stories over and over and over. I love family movie night. I love teaching my children about the Lord. I love making my husband laugh. I love watching my boys playing the Wii so excitedly. I love proofreading Michael's homework. I love giving my baby girl a bath. I love shopping for my family. I love teaching my children to memorize scripture. I love to ask my children about their day and hearing about their ups and downs. I love seeing my family after a long day of work. I love talking with my boys about how to handle tough situations at school. I love giving goodnight hugs and kisses. I love cleaning up messes and wiping up spilled milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that God allowed me to be a wife and mother...to them...I only do what I do because I love them so much! Family love...Fun love...Real love...it works here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305055127608759282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SZ9Xh_r8E_I/AAAAAAAABaU/FiD6eLSEfkU/s320/spilledmilk.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Trusting God, Melisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-2464779862148207764?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/2464779862148207764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=2464779862148207764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/2464779862148207764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/2464779862148207764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-because-of-love.html' title='Only because of the love...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SZ9Xh_r8E_I/AAAAAAAABaU/FiD6eLSEfkU/s72-c/spilledmilk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-7080819180707042697</id><published>2009-02-15T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:34:03.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah's First Lost Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jonah has been working on this tooth for quite a long time...and finally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303185406609905730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SZizB6ME2EI/AAAAAAAABaE/9e5jZHrfHJ8/s320/IMG_3216.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;....after alot of wiggling and jiggling by Jonah...and daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303185403135777650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SZizBtPx23I/AAAAAAAABZ8/LUAsgKsE8-s/s320/IMG_3214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...it's out! Way to go, Jonah! Now, see...it wasn't so bad...now start working that next one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303185408508769842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SZizCBQzNjI/AAAAAAAABaM/hby3z7dEHh8/s320/IMG_3217.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;You are an awesome kid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8795243473922204830-7080819180707042697?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/7080819180707042697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=7080819180707042697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/7080819180707042697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/7080819180707042697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/02/jonahs-first-lost-tooth.html' title='Jonah&apos;s First Lost Tooth'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SZizB6ME2EI/AAAAAAAABaE/9e5jZHrfHJ8/s72-c/IMG_3216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-5972428387542481796</id><published>2009-02-15T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:20:23.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a Three-Year-Old Gets Quiet...WATCH OUT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lipstick, lipgloss and white walls just don't mix...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303089576056832530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SZhb31jxwhI/AAAAAAAABZ0/kpkuTTbMcak/s320/IMG_3212.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;...but amazingly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303089577028739730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SZhb35Lf4pI/AAAAAAAABZs/s3RQxhnS7jQ/s320/IMG_3209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303089546551171858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SZhb2HpFGxI/AAAAAAAABZk/0DF56mSdBTE/s320/IMG_3208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303089542761933826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SZhb15hp7AI/AAAAAAAABZc/OKN48yXbU30/s320/IMG_3207.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;...there was none on the carpet! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nothing a little Spray Power couldn't clean!  Whew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/8795243473922204830-5972428387542481796?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5972428387542481796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=5972428387542481796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5972428387542481796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/5972428387542481796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-three-year-old-gets-quietwatch-out.html' title='When a Three-Year-Old Gets Quiet...WATCH OUT!!'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SZhb31jxwhI/AAAAAAAABZ0/kpkuTTbMcak/s72-c/IMG_3212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-6119409400980198646</id><published>2009-02-12T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:27:26.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the vicissitudes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;From Merriam-Websters Online dictionary, the definition of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vicissitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is a difficulty or hardship attendant on a way of life, a career, or a course of action and usually beyond one's control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Handwriting on the Wall: Secrets from the Prophecies of Daniel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by David Jeremiah, as recommended by a church mentor and friend, I have come across many new ways of looking at things, but I have come to absolutely just love this word...vicissitudes...by reading this book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, if you need to, you can go &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/vicissitudes"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and hear this word pronounced - try saying that word 5 times fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The significance of this word became reality to me today in a life circumsance I am facing currently. By studying the life of Daniel, I have come to more fully appreciate the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;consistently-consistent consistency&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in his life (pardon the redundancy!) But, it has spoken volumes to me. So many times, I am left wondering, "How should I react to this situation," or "What should my response be in this challenge?" But, in reading today and studying the life of Daniel, I learned that the most important thing I can do is continue to be consistent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To quote David Jeremiah:&lt;br /&gt;"The exciting thing about Daniel is that he didn't change when the pressure is on. I believe that is one of the greatest characterisitics of godliness in people's lives; they can move through the vicissitudes of life, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;[did you see the word?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;untouched by the circumstances, because of the consistency of their example and the godliness of their walk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(The Handwriting on the Wall: Secrets From the Prophecies of Daniel by David Jeremiah. Word Publishing: Dallas, p. 117. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In my own life experience, I have determined that people who are consistent day-in and day-out are needles in life's haystack, M&amp;amp;M's in the Chocolate Turtle Chex Mix, my car keys in a house full of various and sundry things when all I need is my car keys - when I find them they are valuable! They are hard to find, but when you do, add a sharpness, flavor and fulfill a primary need in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working toward a Daniel mentality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;consistency!&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/8795243473922204830-6119409400980198646?l=higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/6119409400980198646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8795243473922204830&amp;postID=6119409400980198646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6119409400980198646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8795243473922204830/posts/default/6119409400980198646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://higherisourheartsdesire.blogspot.com/2009/02/through-vicissitudes.html' title='Through the vicissitudes...'/><author><name>Melisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566063261876753090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n3EgzY2LWyM/SJkCfJqewLI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QhXSHmrkgbI/s1600-R/04-17-08%2B102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795243473922204830.post-5081277556313858835</id><published>2009-02-09T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:01:25.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time...God
