<?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-8242652302120784665</id><updated>2012-01-22T18:55:34.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Something</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-7780853839987301488</id><published>2009-04-15T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:46:02.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the best messages on love</title><content type='html'>To My Friends Who Are…MARRIED Love is not about “it’s your fault”, but “I’m sorry”, not “where are you’ but “I’m right here”, not “how could you” but “I understand”, not “I wish you were”, but “I’m thankful you are.”&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are…ENGAGED&lt;br /&gt;The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but how good you are for each other.&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are…NOT SO SINGLE&lt;br /&gt;Love isn’t about becoming somebody else’s “perfect person.” It’s about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are…HEARTBROKEN&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut deep as you allow them to go. The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are…NAIVE&lt;br /&gt;How to be in love: Fall but don’t stumble, be consistent but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, and get hurt but never keep the pain.&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are…SEARCHING&lt;br /&gt;True love cannot be found where it does not truly exist, nor can it be hidden where it truly does. Love is magic. The more we hide it, the more it shows; the more you suppress it, the more it grows.&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are…PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE&lt;br /&gt;Never say I love if you don’t care. Never talk about feelings if they aren’t there. Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart. Never look in the eye when what you do is lie. The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to let her fall in love when he doesn’t intend to catch her fall.&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are…POSSESSIVE&lt;br /&gt;It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else but it’s more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are…AFRAID TO CONFESS&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts when you break up with someone. It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you. But love hurts the most when the person you love has no idea how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are…STILL HOLDING ON&lt;br /&gt;A sad thing about life is that when you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never bound to be and we just have to let go.&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are…SINGLE&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you. But if you just let it fly, it would come to you when you least expect it. Love can make you happy but often times it hurts, but love’s only special when you give it to someone who is worth it. So take your time and choose the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-7780853839987301488?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/7780853839987301488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=7780853839987301488' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/7780853839987301488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/7780853839987301488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-best-messages-on-love.html' title='One of the best messages on love'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-3242314803900625193</id><published>2009-03-24T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:35:16.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I choose....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SckJG1sHiHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qs_xxtyQZeM/s1600-h/TRANQUILE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316790848183568498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SckJG1sHiHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qs_xxtyQZeM/s320/TRANQUILE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s quiet. It’s early. My coffee is hot. The sky is still black. The world is still asleep. The day is coming. In a few moments the day will arrive. It will roar down the track with the rising of the sun. The stillness of the dawn will be exchanged for the noise of the day. The calm of the solitude will be replaced by the pounding pace of the human race. The refuge of the early morning will be invaded by decisions to be made and deadlines to be met. For the next twelve hours I will be exposed to the day’s demands. It is now that I must make a choice. Because of Calvary, I’m free to choose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I choose. I choose love…No occasion justifies hatred; no injustice warrants bitterness. I choose love. Today I will love God and what God loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I choose joy…I will invite my God to be the God of circumstance. I will refuse the temptation to be cynical… the tool of the lazy thinker. I will refuseto see people as anything less than human beings, created by God. I will refuse to see any problem as anything less than an opportunity to see God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I choose peace…I will live forgiven. I will forgive so that I may live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I choose patience…I will overlook the inconveniences of the world. Instead of cursing the one who takes my place, I will invite him to do so. Rather than complain that the wait is too long, I will thank God for a moment to pray. Instead of clenching my fists at new assignments, I will face them with joy and courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I choose kindness…I will be kind to the poor, for they are alone. I will be kind to the rich for they are afraid. And kind to the unkind for that is how God has treated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I choose goodness…I will go without a dollar before I take a dishonest one. I will be overlooked before I boast. I will confess before I accuse. I choose goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I choose faithfulness… Today I will keep my promises. My debtors willnot regret their trust. My associates will not question my word. My wife will not question my love.  And my child will never fear that their mother will not come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I choose gentleness…Nothing is won by force. I choose to be gentle. If I raise my voice may it be only in praise. If I clench my fist, may it be only in prayer. If I make a demand, may it be only of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I choose self-control… I am a spiritual being. After this body is dead, my spirit will soar. I refuse to let what will rot, rule the eternal. I choose self-control. I will be drunk only by joy. I will be impassioned only by my faith. I will be influenced only by God. I will be taught only by Christ. I choose self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. To these I commit my day. If I succeed, I will give thanks. If I fail, I will seek His grace. And then, when this day is done, I will place my head on my pillow and rest.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, long~suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness and temperance. Against such there is no law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-3242314803900625193?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/3242314803900625193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=3242314803900625193' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/3242314803900625193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/3242314803900625193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-choose.html' title='I choose....'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SckJG1sHiHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qs_xxtyQZeM/s72-c/TRANQUILE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-4726250656037714714</id><published>2009-02-24T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:19:46.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A BLONDES DIARY AND DAILY ACCOUNTS FOR COOKIN FOR HUBBY, LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's fun to cook for Earl. Today I made angel food cake. The recipe said beat 12 eggs separately. The neighbors were nice enough to loan me some extra bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earl wanted fruit salad for supper. The recipe said serve without dressing. So I didn't dress.  What a surprise when Earl brought a friend home for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day for rice. The recipe said wash thoroughly before steaming the rice. It seemed kind of silly but I took a bath anyway.  I can't say it improved the rice any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Earl asked for salad again I tried a new recipe. It said prepare ingredients; lay on a bed of lettuce one hour before serving.  Earl asked me why I was rolling around in the garden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an easy recipe for cookies. It said put the ingredients in a bowl and beat it. There must have been something wrong with this recipe. When I got back, everything was the same as when I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earl did the shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me to dress it for Sunday.  I don't have any clothes that fit it, and for some reason Earl keeps counting to ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earl's folks came to dinner. I wanted to serve roast but all I had was hamburger. Suddenly I had a flash of genius.. I put the hamburger in the oven and set the controls for roast. It still came out hamburger, much to my disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT DEAR DIARY. This has been a very exciting week! I am eager for tomorrow to come so I can try out a new recipe on Earl. If I can talk Earl into buying a bigger oven, I would like to surprise him with a chocolate moose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-4726250656037714714?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/4726250656037714714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=4726250656037714714' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/4726250656037714714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/4726250656037714714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2009/02/blondes-diary-and-daily-accounts-for.html' title='A BLONDES DIARY AND DAILY ACCOUNTS FOR COOKIN FOR HUBBY, LOL'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-7025967332081336029</id><published>2009-02-15T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:50:30.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What actually Love is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SZibzaObCnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/90iEOQIqduM/s1600-h/Angel_Feathers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303159868744206962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SZibzaObCnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/90iEOQIqduM/s320/Angel_Feathers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do we close our eyes when we sleep? When we cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we imagine? When we kiss?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is because the most beautiful things inthe world are unseen.&lt;br /&gt;We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when we find someone whose weirdnessis compatible with ours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we join up with them and fall inmutual weirdness and call it love.&lt;br /&gt;There are things that we never want to let go of,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people we never want to leave behind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but keep in mind that letting go isn’t the end of the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it’s the beginning of a new life.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those who have tried. For only they can appreciate the importance of the people who have touched their lives.&lt;br /&gt;A great love? It’s when you shed tears and still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you care for him, it’s when he ignores you and still you long for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s when he begins to love another and yet you still smile and say I’m happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;If love fails, set yourself free, let your heart spread its wings and fly again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember you may find love and lose it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but when love dies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you never have to die with it.&lt;br /&gt;The strongest people are not those who always win but those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; who stand back up when they fall.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow along the course of life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you learn about yourself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and realize there should never be regrets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only a life long appreciation of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the choices you’ve made.&lt;br /&gt;A true friend understands when you say, I forgot,waits forever when you say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just a minute, stays when you say leave me alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;opens the door even before you knock and says can I come in?&lt;br /&gt;Loving is not how you forget but how you forgive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not how you listen but how you understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not what you see but how you feel, and not how you let go but how you hold on.&lt;br /&gt;It’s more dangerous to weep inwardly rather than outwardly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outward tears can be wiped away while secret tears scar forever.&lt;br /&gt;In love, very rarely do we winbut when love is true, even if you lose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you still win just for having the tingle of loving someone more than you love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when we have to stop loving someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not because that person has stopped loving us but because we have found out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that they’d be happier if we let go.&lt;br /&gt;It’s best to wait for the one you want than settle for one that’s available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best to wait for the one you love than one who is around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best to wait for the right one because life is too short to waste on just someone.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the one you love turns out to be the one who hurts you the most,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sometimes the friend who takes you into his arms and cries when you cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;turns out to be the love you never knew you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;If you really love someone never let go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don’t believe that letting go means that you love best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;instead fight for your love,that’s what true love is.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh to your heart’s content; you cannot go through life without it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-7025967332081336029?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/7025967332081336029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=7025967332081336029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/7025967332081336029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/7025967332081336029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-actually-love-is.html' title='What actually Love is'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SZibzaObCnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/90iEOQIqduM/s72-c/Angel_Feathers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-5802736306793204755</id><published>2009-02-11T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:29:05.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;True love is a sacred flame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That burns eternally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And none can dim its special glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or change its destiny.&lt;br /&gt;True love speaks in tender tones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And hears with gentle ear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;True love gives with open heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And true love conquers fear.&lt;br /&gt;True love makes no harsh demands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It neither rules nor binds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And true love holds with gentle hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hearts that it entwines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helen Steiner Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-5802736306793204755?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/5802736306793204755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=5802736306793204755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/5802736306793204755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/5802736306793204755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-3741396911286409520</id><published>2009-02-10T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:14:29.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST THREE WORDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SZImYQzeptI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DG3s_Az5UPw/s1600-h/All_You_Need_Is_Love_Collage.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301341909638096594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SZImYQzeptI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DG3s_Az5UPw/s320/All_You_Need_Is_Love_Collage.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are many things that you can do to strengthen your relationships. Often the most effective thing you can do involves saying just three words. When spoken sincerely, these statements often have the power to develop new friendships, deepen old ones and even bring healing to relationships that have soured.&lt;br /&gt;The following three-word phrases can be tools to help develop and nurture every relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me help.&lt;/strong&gt; Good friends see a need and then try to fill it. When they see a hurt they do what they can to heal it. Without being asked, they jump in and help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I understand you&lt;/strong&gt;. People become closer and enjoy each other more when the other person accepts and understands them. Letting your spouse know - in so many little ways - that you understand them, is one of the most powerful tools for healing your relationship. And this can apply to any relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I respect you&lt;/strong&gt;. Respect is another way of showing love. Respect demonstrates that another person is a true equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;. Perhaps more marriages could be saved and strengthened if couples simply and sincerely said to each other “I miss you.” This powerful affirmation tells partners they are wanted, needed, desired and loved. Consider how important you would feel, if you received an unexpected phone call from your spouse or a friend in the middle of your workday, just to say “I miss you.” This can apply to any relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe you’re right&lt;/strong&gt;. This phrase is very effective in diffusing an argument. The implication when you say “maybe you’re right” is the humility of admitting, “maybe I’m wrong”. Let’s face it, when you have an argument with someone, all you normally do is solidify the other person’s point of view. They, or you, will not likely change their position and you run the risk of seriously damaging the relationship between you. Saying “maybe you’re right” can open the door to explore the subject more. You may then have the opportunity to express your view in a way that is understandable to the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please forgive me&lt;/strong&gt;. Many broken relationships could be restored and healed if people would admit their mistakes and ask for forgiveness. All of us are vulnerable to faults, foibles and failures. A man should never be shamed to own up that he has been in the wrong, which is saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thank you.&lt;/strong&gt; Gratitude is an exquisite form of courtesy. People who enjoy the companionship of good, close friends are those who don’t take daily courtesies for granted. They are quick to thank their friends for their many expressions of kindness. On the other hand, people whose circle of friends is severely constricted often do not have the attitude of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Count on me.&lt;/strong&gt; A friend is one who walks in when others walk out. Loyalty is an essential ingredient for true friendship. It is the emotional glue that bonds people. Those that are rich in their relationships tend to be steady and true friends. When troubles come, a good friend is there indicating “you can count on me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ll be there.&lt;/strong&gt; If you have ever had to call a friend in the middle of the night, to take a sick child to hospital, or when your car has broken down some miles from home, you will know how good it feels to hear the phrase “I’ll be there.” Being there for another person is the greatest gift we can give. When we are truly present for other people, important things happen to them and us. We are renewed in love and friendship. We are restored emotionally and spiritually. Being there is at the very core of civility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go for it&lt;/strong&gt;. We are all unique individuals. Don’t try to get your friends to conform to your ideals. Support them in pursuing their interests, no matter how far out they seem to you. God has given everyone dreams, dreams that are unique to that person only. Support and encourage your friends to follow their dreams. Tell them to “go for it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you.&lt;/strong&gt; Perhaps the most important three words that you can say. Telling someone that you truly love them satisfies a person’s deepest emotional needs. The need to belong, to feel appreciated and to be wanted. Your spouse, your children, your friends and you, all need to hear those three little words: “I love you.” Love is a choice. You can love even when the feeling is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD BLESS YOU&lt;/strong&gt;! (These are 3 words too, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-3741396911286409520?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/3741396911286409520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=3741396911286409520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/3741396911286409520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/3741396911286409520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-three-words.html' title='JUST THREE WORDS'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SZImYQzeptI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DG3s_Az5UPw/s72-c/All_You_Need_Is_Love_Collage.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-4226012681216065300</id><published>2009-02-09T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:38:25.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SZEESI29ttI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1TQLUKreH9s/s1600-h/file00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301022946053961426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SZEESI29ttI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1TQLUKreH9s/s320/file00033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People need people and friends need friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we all need love for a full life depends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not on vast riches or great acclaim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not on success or on worldly fame,&lt;br /&gt;But just in knowing that someone cares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And holds us close in their thoughts and prayers -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For only the knowledge that we’re understood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes everyday living feel wonderfully good.&lt;br /&gt;And we rob ourselves of life’s greatest need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we “lock up our hearts” and fail to heed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The outstreched hand reaching to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A kindred spirit whose heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;Are lonely and longing to some how share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our joys and sorrows and to make us aware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That life’s completeness and richness depends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the things we share with our loved ones and friends.&lt;br /&gt; by Helen Steiner Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-4226012681216065300?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/4226012681216065300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=4226012681216065300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/4226012681216065300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/4226012681216065300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-love.html' title='Sweet Love'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SZEESI29ttI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1TQLUKreH9s/s72-c/file00033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-5950099726427806513</id><published>2009-02-08T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:21:10.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love week</title><content type='html'>“May this Valentine’s Day be filled with love, understanding,and contentment as you journey through life with those you hold dear.” - Darly Henerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I claim there ain’t another Saint as great as Valentine.” - Ogden Nash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!” - Thomas Hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love doesn’t make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile.” - Elizabeth Browning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.” - Elizabeth Bowen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman’s heart.” - Josiah G. Holland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He who wants to do good, knocks at the gate; He who loves, finds the door open.” - Rabindranath Tagore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” -  Robert A. Heinlein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.” - Erich Segal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you - those three words have my life in them.” - Alexandrea to Nicholas III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In melody divine, My heart it beats to rapturous love, I long to call you mine.” - Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-5950099726427806513?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/5950099726427806513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=5950099726427806513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/5950099726427806513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/5950099726427806513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-week.html' title='Love week'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-9117233468908075060</id><published>2009-02-01T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:05:47.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SYYOnHkp5pI/AAAAAAAAADs/HDJ5MMzb6oI/s1600-h/world_of_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297938076858443410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SYYOnHkp5pI/AAAAAAAAADs/HDJ5MMzb6oI/s320/world_of_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Old Farmer's Advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Keep skunks and bankers and lawyers at a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A bumble bee is considerably faster than a&lt;br /&gt;John Deere tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Words that soak into your ears are whispered...not yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You cannot unsay a cruel word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Every path has a few puddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The best sermons are lived, not preached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don't judge folks by their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'll enjoy it a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't botherin' you none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watches you from the mirror every mornin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Always drink upstream from the herd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;try orderin' somebody else's dog around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible Is The Bread Of Life ...&lt;br /&gt;and it never becomes stale.&lt;br /&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/8242652302120784665-9117233468908075060?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/9117233468908075060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=9117233468908075060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/9117233468908075060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/9117233468908075060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2009/02/advice.html' title='Advice'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SYYOnHkp5pI/AAAAAAAAADs/HDJ5MMzb6oI/s72-c/world_of_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-2353854153658556232</id><published>2009-01-21T05:42:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:45:42.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SXcmvCFN3xI/AAAAAAAAADc/46_fUrisNJc/s1600-h/577744ciezl41rsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293742476451766034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SXcmvCFN3xI/AAAAAAAAADc/46_fUrisNJc/s320/577744ciezl41rsy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tryin to be hopeful in everything these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it will help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope so, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-2353854153658556232?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/2353854153658556232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=2353854153658556232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/2353854153658556232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/2353854153658556232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2009/01/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SXcmvCFN3xI/AAAAAAAAADc/46_fUrisNJc/s72-c/577744ciezl41rsy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-1794539643030352044</id><published>2009-01-21T05:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:42:24.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-1794539643030352044?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/1794539643030352044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=1794539643030352044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/1794539643030352044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/1794539643030352044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-6593430200488245194</id><published>2009-01-20T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:02:26.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>Just worried for our country, our world. The bibles Revelations have come to pass today. Thats all I will say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-6593430200488245194?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/6593430200488245194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=6593430200488245194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/6593430200488245194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/6593430200488245194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2009/01/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-6227423839916991245</id><published>2009-01-04T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:51:03.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cab Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SWEvL5dzX-I/AAAAAAAAADU/waHlepZ4X5Q/s1600-h/ATT0010928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287559318960562146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SWEvL5dzX-I/AAAAAAAAADU/waHlepZ4X5Q/s320/ATT0010928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Cab Ride &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I walked to the door and knocked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could hear something being dragged across the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;filled with photos and glassware. 'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her. '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Oh, you're such a good boy', she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?' 'It's not the shortest way,' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I answered quickly. 'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm on my way to a hospice'. I looked in the rear-view mirror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued. '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'What route would you like me to take?' I asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the next two hours, we drove through the city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'I'm tired. Let's go now' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse. '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing,' I said 'You have to make a living,' she answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'There are other passengers,' I responded. Almost without thinking, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But great moments often catch us unaware-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, ~BUT~THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-6227423839916991245?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/6227423839916991245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=6227423839916991245' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/6227423839916991245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/6227423839916991245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2009/01/cab-ride.html' title='The Cab Ride'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SWEvL5dzX-I/AAAAAAAAADU/waHlepZ4X5Q/s72-c/ATT0010928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-8482172941159848804</id><published>2009-01-01T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:39:19.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SV1v69Pg3MI/AAAAAAAAADM/qt_sair_sT8/s1600-h/smiling+big+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286504596265557186" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SV1v69Pg3MI/AAAAAAAAADM/qt_sair_sT8/s320/smiling+big+time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"New Year Wishes"&lt;br /&gt;A New Year is a special time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;And I pray yours will be blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;May each new day bring happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;And everything's that's best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I wish for you God's gifts of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Joy and hope each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;That you will feel His presence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Every step of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A new beginning filled with love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Is also wished today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Because you are a special friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;In every kind of way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I look forward to the days ahead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Spending time with friends too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It doesn't matter whether old or new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;What matters is friends like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;On New Year's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and the whole year through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I hope the kindness you've given to others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;returns many times to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;May hope, love, and warmth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;be in your heart's possessing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and may the New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;bring you and yours many blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;LOVE YOU ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;MAY GODS BLESSINGS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;BE ON ALL OF YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-8482172941159848804?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/8482172941159848804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=8482172941159848804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/8482172941159848804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/8482172941159848804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-wishes-new-year-is-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SV1v69Pg3MI/AAAAAAAAADM/qt_sair_sT8/s72-c/smiling+big+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-7241053211052172358</id><published>2008-12-30T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:56:23.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SVrDK_aF8hI/AAAAAAAAADE/RPIk6HhIGfU/s1600-h/800305200Ac.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285751706259681810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SVrDK_aF8hI/AAAAAAAAADE/RPIk6HhIGfU/s320/800305200Ac.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SVrC19vGJaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZHg1pQSnI/s1600-h/glitterComment.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285751345033651618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SVrC19vGJaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZHg1pQSnI/s320/glitterComment.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look to the new year and my wishes for you;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you Health... So you may enjoy each day in comfort.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the Love of friends and family... And Peace within your heart.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the Beauty of nature... That you may enjoy the work of God.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you Wisdom to choose priorities... For those things that really matter in life.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you Generosity so you may share...&lt;br /&gt;All good things that come to you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you Happiness and Joy... And Blessings for the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the best of everything... That you so well deserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy New Year!!&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/8242652302120784665-7241053211052172358?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/7241053211052172358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=7241053211052172358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/7241053211052172358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/7241053211052172358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SVrDK_aF8hI/AAAAAAAAADE/RPIk6HhIGfU/s72-c/800305200Ac.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-2519139540235229941</id><published>2008-12-29T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:03:51.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update on my silly life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hello my sweet friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Just thought I would drop you a few lines, here.  Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. We had a nice one. Just wished that we had snow instead of the rain. But it was nice being with the family.  Mom enjoyed us all being with her for two days of talking and cooking and eating. I maded candies and cookies for two weeks!! I don't want to see another piece of chocolate for 11 more months!! The kids enjoyed them all and took home sandwich bags filled with the goodies.  I really enjoy baking for the holidays, the clean up is the pits tho. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Well this Christmas was better than last years on my emotions, since the husband is gone. But I did still have a day of anger and depression and tears. But thats better, had only one day, not a week. So, I'm doing better. My son is too. He was so strong for me. Didn't want any presents, he knows how hard I work now to pay our bills and to keep this house. But I did get him a few things and he was so appreciative. He's growing up to be a great man. I love him so much, I don't know how I would manage this big house without him here with me. But I will have to learn too, he will be going to college next fall. Need to move into a smaller place, I know that. Well enough of all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful, prosperious,  Happy New Years!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I love you all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-2519139540235229941?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/2519139540235229941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=2519139540235229941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/2519139540235229941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/2519139540235229941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-update-on-my-silly-life.html' title='Just an update on my silly life'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All logged in my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now at Christmas time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have gone to take a look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that is when I realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That these names are a part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not of the computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're stored in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For each name stands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For someone who has &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crossed my path sometime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in that meeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They've become the rhythm in each rhyme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And while it sounds fantastic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me to make this claim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel that I'm composed of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each remembered name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And while you may not be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aware of any special bond or link,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just meeting you has &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Changed my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot more than you think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For once I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met somebody, the years cannot erase,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of a pleasant word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or blog or e-mail,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or of seeing your friendly faces here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So never think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Christmas blog or e-mails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are just a mere routine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of names upon an address&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;List, forgotten in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For when I do a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas email that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is addressed to you, it's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you're on the list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of people I'm indebted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And whether I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Known you for many years or few,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In some way you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have been a part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of shaping things I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now that Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has come, I realize anew,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best gift life can offer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is meeting people like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for caring to know me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-1678856327207991968?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/1678856327207991968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=1678856327207991968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/1678856327207991968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/1678856327207991968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-list-of-people-i-know-all-logged.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SUkOctFrKVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ymkXiLwvdU8/s72-c/red-birds-700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-1107639891862669918</id><published>2008-12-07T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:40:19.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just recieved this, had to post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/STxsBe6qXCI/AAAAAAAAACs/UKyx0WyFZR0/s1600-h/christsb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277211636106157090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/STxsBe6qXCI/AAAAAAAAACs/UKyx0WyFZR0/s320/christsb7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas Letter from Jesus=====&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This came in my email at the perfect time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I recently got into a discussion online with &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some ladies about Christmas and whatit means... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and stores and companies and how they do or do notcelebrate the season! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy, this really opened my eyes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Children,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has come to my attention that many you are upset that folks are taking &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My name out of the season. Maybe you've forgotten that I wasn't actually born &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;during this time of the year and that it was some of your predecessors who &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decided to celebrate My birthday on what was actually a time of pagan festival.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although I do appreciate being remembered anytime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I personally feel about this celebration can probably be most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;easily understood by those of you who have been blessed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with children of your own.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't care what you call the day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want to celebrate My birth, just &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GET ALONG AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, having said that let Me go on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it bothers you that the town in which you live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doesn't allow a scene depicting Mybirth, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then just get rid of a couple of Santa's and snowmen and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;put in a small Nativity scene on your own front lawn. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If all My followers did that there wouldn't be any need for such&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a scene on the town square &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because there would be many of themall around town.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop worrying about the fact that people &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are calling the tree a holiday tree, instead of a Christmas tree. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was I who madeall trees. You can remember Me anytime you see any tree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decorate a grape vine if you wish: I actually spoke of that one in a teaching, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;explaining who I am in relation to you and what each of our tasks were. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you have forgotten that one,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look up, John 15: 1 - 8.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My birth here is my wish list. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choose something from it:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Instead of writing protest letters objecting to the way &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My birthday is being celebrated, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;write letters of love and hope to soldiers away from home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They are terribly afraid and lonely this time of year. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know, they tell Me all the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Visit someone in a nursing home. You don't have to knowthem personally.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just need to know that someone cares about them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Instead of writing George complaining about the wording on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the cards his staff sent out this year, why don't you write and tell him that you'll &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be praying for him and his family this year. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then follow up. It will be nice hearing from you again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Instead of giving your children a lot of gifts you can't afford and they don't &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;need,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spend time with them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell them the story of My birth, and why I came to live with &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you down here . Hold them in your arms and remind them that I love them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Pick someone that has hurt you in the past and forgive him or her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Did you know that someone in your town will attempt to take&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;their own life this season because they feel so alone and hopeless? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since you don't know who that person is, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;try giving everyone you meet a warm smile; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it could make the difference.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Instead of nit picking about what the retailer in your town calls the holiday, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be patient with the people who work there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give them a warm smile and a kind word. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even if they aren't allowed to wish you a "Merry Christmas" that doesn't keep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you from wishing them one. Then stop shopping there on Sunday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the store didn't make so much money on that day they'd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;close and let their employees spend the day at home with their families.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If you really want to make a difference, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;support a missionary - especially one who takes My love and Good News to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;those who have never heard My name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Here's a good one. There are individuals and whole families in your town &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who not only will have no "Christmas"tree, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but neither will they have any presents to give or receive. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you don't know them, buy some food and a few gifts and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give them to the Salvation Army&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or some other charity which believes in Me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and they will make the delivery for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Finally, if you want to make a statement about your belief in and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loyalty to Me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then behave like a Christian. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't do things in secret that you wouldn't do in My presence. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let people know by your actions that you are one of mine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't forget; I am God and can take care of Myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just love Me and do what I have told you to do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll take care of all the rest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check out the list above and get to work; time is short. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll help you, but the ball is now in your court . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And do have a most blessed Christmas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with all those whom you love and remember:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JESUS&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8242652302120784665-1107639891862669918?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/1107639891862669918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=1107639891862669918' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/1107639891862669918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/1107639891862669918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-recieved-this-had-to-post.html' title='Just recieved this, had to post'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/STxsBe6qXCI/AAAAAAAAACs/UKyx0WyFZR0/s72-c/christsb7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-6671420331388790103</id><published>2008-12-07T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:07:52.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/STxlNiRvHUI/AAAAAAAAACk/1Py06isO9mE/s1600-h/th_BouncingSantas.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277204146585279810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 40px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/STxlNiRvHUI/AAAAAAAAACk/1Py06isO9mE/s320/th_BouncingSantas.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greeting cards have all been sent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Christmas rush is through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I still have one wish to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A special one for you&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas darling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're apart that's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I can dream and in my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm Christmas-ing with you&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are joyful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's always something new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But every day's a holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm near to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lights on my tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish you could see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish it every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Logs on the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fill me with desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To see you and to say&lt;br /&gt;That I wish you Merry Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy New Year, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've just one wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On this Christmas Eve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I were with you&lt;br /&gt;Logs on the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fill me with desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To see you and to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I wish you Merry Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy New Year, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've just one wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On this Christmas Eve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I were with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I were with you&lt;br /&gt;(Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas Merry Christmas - Darling)&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="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just love this Christmas song!!!&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="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think I will be posting old Christmas tunes through out this &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="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas season.&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="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes its words are not taken &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="color:#ff0000;"&gt;truely for there meaning, &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="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when the music is along.&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="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So thought I would just post the words,&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="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so they can be read and sink in.&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="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUST REFLECT ON THE MEANING OF THE WORDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE YOU ALL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A WONDERFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MEANINGFUL CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XOXOXOXOXOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-6671420331388790103?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/6671420331388790103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=6671420331388790103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/6671420331388790103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/6671420331388790103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2008/12/songs-reflections.html' title='Songs Reflections'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/STxlNiRvHUI/AAAAAAAAACk/1Py06isO9mE/s72-c/th_BouncingSantas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-9198946786061825476</id><published>2008-11-25T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:16:45.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Years ago, a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast.&lt;br /&gt;He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were&lt;br /&gt;reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the&lt;br /&gt;awful storms that raged across the Atlantic, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops.&lt;br /&gt;As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received&lt;br /&gt;A steady stream of refusals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached&lt;br /&gt;the farmer. "Are you a good farm hand?" the farmer asked him.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I can sleep when the wind blows," answered the little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help,&lt;br /&gt;Hired him. The little man worked well around the farm, busy from&lt;br /&gt;dawn to dusk,  and the farmer felt satisfied with the man's work.&lt;br /&gt;Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore.&lt;br /&gt;Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed&lt;br /&gt;next door to the hired hand's sleeping quarters. He shook the&lt;br /&gt;little man and yelled, "Get up!  A storm is coming!&lt;br /&gt;Tie things down before they blow away!"&lt;br /&gt;The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, "No &lt;br /&gt;sir. I told you, I can sleep when the wind blows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on&lt;br /&gt;the spot. Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm.&lt;br /&gt;To his amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had&lt;br /&gt;been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens &lt;br /&gt;were in the coops, and the doors were barred.&lt;br /&gt;The shutters were tightly secured.  Everything was tied down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could blow away. The farmer then understood what his&lt;br /&gt;hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed to also sleep while&lt;br /&gt;the wind blew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORAL OF THE STORY:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you're prepared, spiritually, mentally, and physically,&lt;br /&gt;you have nothing to fear. Can you sleep when the&lt;br /&gt;wind blows through your life?&lt;br /&gt;The hired hand in the story was able to sleep because he&lt;br /&gt;had secured the farm against the storm.&lt;br /&gt;We secure ourselves against the storms of life by&lt;br /&gt;grounding ourselves in the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to understand, we just need to hold&lt;br /&gt;His hand to have peace in the middle of storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy your day and you sleep well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-9198946786061825476?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/9198946786061825476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=9198946786061825476' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/9198946786061825476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/9198946786061825476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2008/11/years-ago-farmer-owned-land-along.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-1352521106275117045</id><published>2008-11-24T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:56:31.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie Antoinette Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SStWplyEUkI/AAAAAAAAACc/rutwEusRPtQ/s1600-h/untitledaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272403061284033090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SStWplyEUkI/AAAAAAAAACc/rutwEusRPtQ/s320/untitledaward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hello my friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well was awarded this nice "Marie Antoinette Award" for my being a Real Person with a Real Blog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hummmmm&lt;/span&gt;, not sure what all that means. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! or if its a good thing or bad to be known as "REAL". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!! I just speak the truth and my mind on here, you can, take it to heart or with a grain of salt, its your choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But with all joking aside, thanks so much John for the nice award, it is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; an honor from you. Now the thing I have to do now is find out how to put it in this blogger side bar. Still haven't figured all this out yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Next, I was told to pick 10 people to pass the award on to, so here's my picks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;First I want to say, John, I picked a couple of the same people you did.... Sugar was one of them, Dirk was another,  of course wanted to give one back to you,  but had to remove them, figured that they can't get the award twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itiswhatitisphilthethrill.blogspot.com/2008/"&gt;http://itiswhatitisphilthethrill.blogspot.com/2008/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lindapoohsthotfulspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lindapoohsthotfulspot.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Winivere&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://womanintheglassbox.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://womanintheglassbox.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaboatman-docklines.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://gaboatman-docklines.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laughterandtearsinthelast54years.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://laughterandtearsinthelast54years.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwwlifewithally.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://wwwlifewithally.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://johnandnugg.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://johnandnugg.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://countrylivingsouthernstyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://countrylivingsouthernstyle.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt; all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again John for mine!! Hugs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-1352521106275117045?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/1352521106275117045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=1352521106275117045' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/1352521106275117045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/1352521106275117045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2008/11/marie-antoinette-award.html' title='Marie Antoinette Award'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SStWplyEUkI/AAAAAAAAACc/rutwEusRPtQ/s72-c/untitledaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-6982540390468325621</id><published>2008-11-23T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:20:40.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gods love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SSoJJSXs3kI/AAAAAAAAACU/WT2W5W0PgSQ/s1600-h/gallerydirectart_1947_334802998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272036368945307202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SSoJJSXs3kI/AAAAAAAAACU/WT2W5W0PgSQ/s320/gallerydirectart_1947_334802998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God's Love"&lt;br /&gt;God's love is all around us&lt;br /&gt;And beautiful it is to see.&lt;br /&gt;Like Autumn leaves a falling&lt;br /&gt;And the rippling of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Like flowers in full bloom&lt;br /&gt;With colors glowing bright.&lt;br /&gt;Like fireflies all around us&lt;br /&gt;Just lighting up the night.&lt;br /&gt;God's love is in a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Shining in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;And with the little birds&lt;br /&gt;That are ever flying high.&lt;br /&gt;In our little children&lt;br /&gt;Precious one and all.&lt;br /&gt;In Winter and in Springtime&lt;br /&gt;The Summer and the Fall.&lt;br /&gt;God's love is on the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Where the trees are very green.&lt;br /&gt;And down in the valley&lt;br /&gt;Where much of life is seen.&lt;br /&gt;In a time of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;God's love is surely found.&lt;br /&gt;When all your friends and loved ones&lt;br /&gt;Are come to gather round&lt;br /&gt;God's love is not just things&lt;br /&gt;That we can see or own.&lt;br /&gt;It's also what's inside us&lt;br /&gt;To help to take us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The LORD appeared to us in the past,&lt;br /&gt;saying: "I have loved you with an&lt;br /&gt;everlasting love; I have drawn you&lt;br /&gt;with loving-kindness. " ~Jeremiah 31:3~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said "I no longer call you servants,&lt;br /&gt;because a servant does not know his master's&lt;br /&gt;business. Instead, I have called you&lt;br /&gt;friends, for everything that I learned&lt;br /&gt;from my Father I have made known to you."&lt;br /&gt;~John 15:15~&lt;br /&gt;"God is love, and he who abides in love&lt;br /&gt;abides in God, and God in him."&lt;br /&gt;~1 John 4:16~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God demonstrates His own love toward us,&lt;br /&gt;in that while we were still sinners,&lt;br /&gt;Christ died for us." ~Romans 5:8~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of all creation's treasures rare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not one compares in worth with man;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In God's own image he was made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To fill a place in His great plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;—D. De Haan*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our value is not measured in what we&lt;br /&gt;make of ourselves, but by the&lt;br /&gt;One who made us.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How blessed are the children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who in their fathers see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tender Father-love of God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And find their way to Thee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Our heavenly Father longs to spend&lt;br /&gt;quality time with His children.*&lt;br /&gt;Loved with everlasting love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Led by grace that love to know—&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spirit, breathing from above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou hast taught me it is so. —Robinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*God's love knows no limits.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is no small thing to be on terms of&lt;br /&gt;friendship with God." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8242652302120784665-6982540390468325621?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/6982540390468325621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=6982540390468325621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/6982540390468325621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/6982540390468325621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2008/11/gods-love.html' title='Gods love'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SSoJJSXs3kI/AAAAAAAAACU/WT2W5W0PgSQ/s72-c/gallerydirectart_1947_334802998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-2199383578095553962</id><published>2008-11-20T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:36:55.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SSXmANRfBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/vZdq7yfcpcA/s1600-h/countrykitchensmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270871830144419186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SSXmANRfBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/vZdq7yfcpcA/s320/countrykitchensmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SSXl1Knaz7I/AAAAAAAAACE/4PBQwyTqr9o/s1600-h/countrykitchenwelcome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270871640452550578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 62px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SSXl1Knaz7I/AAAAAAAAACE/4PBQwyTqr9o/s320/countrykitchenwelcome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SSXltZGezgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vWlzdaAt1Kw/s1600-h/countrykitchentop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270871506901978626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SSXltZGezgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vWlzdaAt1Kw/s320/countrykitchentop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recipe for How To Be a Good Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 tongue that does not slander &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 heart, generous and kind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 dash of wit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 eyes, overlooking others faults &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 dash sunny disposition&lt;br /&gt;2 ears, closed to gossip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 mind, full of tolerance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 large dash of smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 hands extended to help others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 dash of cheerfulness&lt;br /&gt;Blend together and form into one being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and serve in generous portions daily to everyone you meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8242652302120784665-2199383578095553962?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/2199383578095553962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=2199383578095553962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/2199383578095553962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/2199383578095553962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2008/11/recipe.html' title='Recipe'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SSXmANRfBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/vZdq7yfcpcA/s72-c/countrykitchensmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-6527143537185162157</id><published>2008-11-18T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:49:50.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SSLH5GFNqoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PmiXR4-4zW0/s1600-h/fall_05PUMPKIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269994297675852418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SSLH5GFNqoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PmiXR4-4zW0/s320/fall_05PUMPKIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl who had four boyfriends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She loved the fourth boyfriend the most and adorned him with rich robes and treated him to the finest of delicacies. She gave him nothing but the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She also loved the third boyfriend very much and was always showing him off to neighboring kingdoms. However, she feared that one day he would leave her for another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She also loved her second boyfriend. He was her confidant and was always kind, considerate and patient with her. Whenever this girl faced a problem, she could confide in him, and he would help her get through the difficult times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The girl's first boyfriend was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining her wealth and kingdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;However, she did not love the first boyfriend. Although he loved her deeply, she hardly took notice of him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One day, the girl fell ill and she knew her time was short. She thought of her luxurious life and wondered, 'I now have four boyfriends with me, but when I die, I'll be all alone.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thus, she asked the fourth boyfriend, 'I loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?' 'No way!', replied the fourth boyfriend, and he walked away without another word. His answer cut like a sharp knife right into her heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The sad girl then asked the third boyfriend, 'I loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?' 'No!', replied the third boyfriend. 'Life is too good! When you die, I'm going to marry someone else!' Her heart sank and turned cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She then asked the second boyfriend, 'I have always turned to you for help and you've always been there for me. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?' 'I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!', replied the second boyfriend. 'At the very most, I can only walk with you to your grave.' His answer struck her like a bolt of lightning, and the girl was devastated.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then a voice called out: 'I'll go with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go.' The girl looked up, and there was her first boyfriend. He was very skinny as he suffered from malnutrition and neglect. Greatly grieved, the girl said, 'I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In truth, you have four boyfriends in your lives: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Your fourth boyfriend is your body. No matter how much time and effort you lavish in making it look good, it will leave you when you die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Your third boyfriend is your possessions, status and wealth. When you die, it will all go to others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Your second boyfriend is your family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for you, the furthest they can stay by you is up to the grave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And your first boyfriend is your spirit. Often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;However, your spirit is the only thing that will follow you where ever you go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it is the only part of you that will follow you to the throne of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;God and continue with you throughout Eternity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thought for the day : Remember, when the world pushes you to your knees, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;you're in the perfect position to pray . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections. &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/8242652302120784665-6527143537185162157?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/6527143537185162157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=6527143537185162157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/6527143537185162157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/6527143537185162157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2008/11/imperfections.html' title='Imperfections'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SSLH5GFNqoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PmiXR4-4zW0/s72-c/fall_05PUMPKIN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-2841761932956778612</id><published>2008-11-04T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:43:00.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VOTE!! VOTE!! VOTE!! IT'S UP TO US!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-2841761932956778612?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/2841761932956778612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=2841761932956778612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/2841761932956778612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/2841761932956778612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote-vote-vote-its-up-to-us-god-bless.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-8162500320944178622</id><published>2008-11-02T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:43:06.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SQ4s4edz7QI/AAAAAAAAABM/usjQVUfOFc4/s1600-h/ATT0010928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264194363205086466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SQ4s4edz7QI/AAAAAAAAABM/usjQVUfOFc4/s320/ATT0010928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Lord has laid it heavily upon my heart to call His people to a day of prayer and fasting for the upcoming November 4 elections, and this provides an excellent medium to get the word out quickly to a large number of believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America stands at a crossroads, not just politically but also spiritually. The current election cycle is nothing less than a battle for the very soul of our country. The discerning among you already know this to be true. The deepening political polarization we have witnessed in the past few elections is merely a symptom of an ever-intensifying spiritual polarization, as the battle lines between the righteous and the wicked are drawn with increasing clarity. The stakes are enormous, whether politically, economically, morally or in terms of our physical security. We are about to step off in a direction that could very well lead to our destruction as a nation -- and so many millions are blind to this reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I observe popular attitudes and watch the public opinion polls , my heart grieves for our nation. We have abandoned the principles upon which our nation was founded, principles which in turn were anchored in the person and principles of God. The wicked grow ever more powerful and influential. Once respectable journalistic organizations have degenerated to little more than propaganda organs for the political left. Godly leaders who can rise up in defense of righteousness and our God-given liberties seem nowhere to be found. As a nation, we have cast God out of our thinking. The murder of the unborn is championed in the streets and in the courts. Homosexual "marriage" is trumpeted as a constitutional right and as the sign of a so-called progressive culture. Sexual immorality, drug abuse, violence, idolatry, pornography, and a host of other sins have overtaken us. As a nation we either justify these things or, at a minimum, turn a blind eye to them. And God's people have certainly not been immune from these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we stand ready to reap the fruits of our national godlessness. God sometimes judges sin by giving people over to the very things they desire and allowing the natural consequences to play out. Generalizations are often dangerous, but I think it is safe to say that generally the sins I mentioned are associated with the political left. It is my sincere conviction, and I have often said to those who will listen, that the leaders of the American left represent the force of evil in our political arena. Admittedly there are wicked and corrupt people on the right as well, but experience has shown that a conservative political ideology finds its roots, to large extent, in scriptural truth. Consequently, conservative politicians are generally (but certainly not always or completely) aligned with the Word of God. However, as the wicked gain the upper hand in the halls of power, all of us of whatever political leaning will experience the predictable consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where does that leave us? Current polls indicate that the left is in position to seize decisive control of our entire political system, including all three branches of government. They stand to take the White House , both houses of Congress and, by inevitable extension, the courts as well. If that happens, they will take the country hard to the left in a way from which I do not believe we will ever recover. Socialism, moral libertinism, contempt for the sanctity of life, and increasing efforts to stifle political dissent (and I would add, to silence biblically based " hate speech ") are sure to follow in short order. If God severely judged Israel for her wickedness, who are we to expect differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we do to prevent the unmaking of America from happening right before our eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can call upon the name of the Lord, who is rich in mercy and mighty to deliver His people. We can pray along with the psalmist that the designs of the wicked and the oppressors would be thwarted by the hand of God . We can pray that God would lift the evident blindness that has gripped our nation, and that He would grant widespread repentance. We can pray that only the most godly men and women would be elected to lead this nation, and that they would lead in righteousness. We can pray that such righteousness would again exalt our nation as we return to the Lord in humility and repentance. We can pray that, regardless of what happens on November 4, the people of God will manifest "the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Christ" in ever increasing measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that end, I am asking every believer in Jesus Christ to set aside Monday, November 3 as a day of fasting and prayer . I would urge you to review the prayer of Daniel on behalf of his people in Dan. 9:3-19, and to pray that way for our nation. And finally, I would ask you to distribute this call to prayer as widely as possible so that the greatest number of people would lay hold of the throne of grace all at once. It may be that God will show mercy to America, that He will shed His grace on her once again. Thank you for joining with me in this effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD HAVE MERCY ON US ALL!!&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/8242652302120784665-8162500320944178622?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/8162500320944178622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=8162500320944178622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/8162500320944178622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/8162500320944178622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2008/11/lord-has-laid-it-heavily-upon-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SQ4s4edz7QI/AAAAAAAAABM/usjQVUfOFc4/s72-c/ATT0010928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-769006914751773859</id><published>2008-10-27T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:53:13.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SQZUUrAvS_I/AAAAAAAAABE/I8okuOV_49g/s1600-h/fall_08P+PATCH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261985928748944370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SQZUUrAvS_I/AAAAAAAAABE/I8okuOV_49g/s320/fall_08P+PATCH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well what to put here?????? Let's see, I woke up , thank God, in no pain for once in days, this morning. Walked the puppy. Trying to do that everyday, for my benefit of loosing more weight, and for the benefit of my clean floors. That puppy of my sons is doing better with his potty training now. Just have to keep reminding the lazy teenage son to get off his butt and take him out. My son hated school, so he went and done the classes and graduated last week with the GED program. He said he wanted to get a job, but he hasn't made much effort this week. LOL, figures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also worked today 7 hours without the pain too from my fibromyalgia!! So happy for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom went this afternoon for a check up from her surgery on her back, and they are thrilled with all the progress she has made so fast. We are too. She is so much more a happy person doing for herself. She can be a meanie trying to get others to do things when and how she likes it done. Oh no, I'm like that too!! Wow, turned into my mother, oh well it isnt that bad being like my hero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we got our first sleet shower today. It made it colder here in Virginia fast! Not ready for winter and all that cold. It makes me hurt and more work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hopein to be in a smaller home by now, but can't seem to find one. I love this area and don't want to move out of it, but might have too. This house is way to big for 2 people. Costs to much to heat too. So, I'm still looking for something smaller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thats all I got right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone has a wonderful restful nights rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care.&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/8242652302120784665-769006914751773859?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/769006914751773859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=769006914751773859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/769006914751773859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/769006914751773859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2008/10/todays-stuff.html' title='Todays stuff'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SQZUUrAvS_I/AAAAAAAAABE/I8okuOV_49g/s72-c/fall_08P+PATCH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-3650157044625612800</id><published>2008-10-13T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:59:15.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFERING THIS OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WELL HAVEN'T DECIDED IF I AM GOING TO TRANSFER ALL THAT INFORMATION FROM THE AOL JLAND JOURNAL TO HERE. JUST MIGHT START OVER HERE. HAD FORGOTTEN THAT I MADE THIS JOURNAL, COUPLE YEARS BACK, WHEN TRYING TO GET SOME ANSWERS WITH WHAT WAS GOING ON IN MY LIFE. WHEN I TRIED TO MAKE GOOGLE BLOG HERE, SAID THERE WAS ONE ALREADY WITH MY NAME, SO THEN FOUND IT AGAIN. HAVEN'T FIGURED OUT HOW TO GET THE OTHER IN HERE YET, BUT I WILL I GUESS. OK THATS ALL FOR NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-3650157044625612800?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/3650157044625612800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=3650157044625612800' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/3650157044625612800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/3650157044625612800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2008/10/transfering-this-over.html' title='TRANSFERING THIS OVER'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-6659836698841876796</id><published>2008-10-13T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:18:00.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's happened in my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPW1UZ9y9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/zafpcGm_tBM/s1600-h/fall_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256781401570528210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPW1UZ9y9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/zafpcGm_tBM/s320/fall_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Well, what's happened to me, you asked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I've had to deal with a huge crisis that I would never want to wish on my worse enemy. My husband admitted to the charges finally. He was convicted and is now serving 16 years in prison. My step daughter has gone on in her life like nothing ever happened. She's engaged to be married, to someone that I don't agree with. She only comes around when she needs something. But I finally told her, I have to love her from a distance. It just brings up feelings that I don't want anymore. My step son hasn't came to visit since his sister moved out. It's like he cut his feelings of me being his mother for all those years. I guess that's his way of copeing with all this too. I don't fault him in anyway. We never know what anyone will do in this situation or what's for the best. What works for one, sometimes doesn't for another, we are all different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I will be getting a divorce from my husband. There is no way that I can stay with a man like that. I don't believe God would want me too either. I've prayed about it, and that's that conclusion that I came too. Needless to say this has changed me forever. I have alot of issues to work on now for myself, trust is a big issue now, when I use to trust everyone. My relationship with God was rocked to something that I'd never thought would happen. I still can't believe he let this happen in a loving christian home. The devil can slip in so easily in anywhere. I hated God for awhile and blamed him, have channeled now the anger where it should be and that is towards the devil, he's the blame. My life is so changed, and I don't like it. So I am bitter, I want to change that, but it's hard to get passed the hurt and anger. I will get through this, someday. That's all for now. Thanks for listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8242652302120784665-6659836698841876796?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/6659836698841876796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=6659836698841876796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/6659836698841876796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/6659836698841876796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-happened-in-my-life.html' title='What&apos;s happened in my life.'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPW1UZ9y9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/zafpcGm_tBM/s72-c/fall_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242652302120784665.post-5544381778668949353</id><published>2006-11-13T08:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:42:12.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hello, Liz here, Trying something new. Thought I would start a blog and get some feed back on the crap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; going on in my life. I'm so confused as what to do in this situation. I'm being torn apart. Here goes. I have a husband that has been charged with molesting his own daughter. I know its horrible. He says he didn't do it. She says he just touched her breast and she touched his penis. Find out it is said to have went on for 6 years. She is 19 is has some mental problems. I've raised her as my own. She is my step daughter. I love her, but I can't help to be mad at her too. I feel that if this happened, she knew better, and she knows she could have come and told me. I believed her, when she first came to me and accused her grandfather that lives in another state. But she didn't tell me about her father. I know my husband, I thought. I still can't believe it is true. The times she said that it happened, was times that, it couldn't have, cause I was home. And so was her step brother, and no one seen or heard anything. She has always been boy crazy, I mean really! She thought that was the only thing in life. I'm not making excuses for my husbands actions, if he did do it, he should be punished. It just makes me so sick to my stomach, that something like this has happened in my home. Then I find out, after she had moved out and filed charges against my husband, that she was molesting my 16 year old son, since he was 5 years old. I tried to bring her up on charges too, and she admitted to doing somethings but said my innocent minor child went along with it. Of course he did, he was shy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;curious&lt;/span&gt; and it felt good to him, being a boy with hormones. But he still was a minor and she done it up until she move out at the age of 19. This was said to have been investigated and they seen no reason to charge her. WHY? How come she can get labeled a victim, and not my son? Why can she get Justice and not my son? It just isn't right. She should be punished too. At least for the years she was an adult and new better. Wrong is wrong. I've raised these children in a christian loving home. This is so over whelming to me, I just want to go to sleep and never wake up. Or climb in a hole and die. One minute I want to beat the crap out of her and my husband and the next I want to forgive and love them and go on with out lives. But our lives will never be the same. My daughter is gone and hates me, because I haven't took a step in leaving her dad and not refusing to help him. I just can't yet. My hearts broken. I love them both and just don't know what to do. That's why I'm here. Please don't judge me, just help me figure this all out. I believe in what the bible says: if you can't forgive others for there sins, God won't forgive you of yours. And it also speaks of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;compassion&lt;/span&gt; for others. I also believe in my wedding vows, For richer or poorer and in sickness or health, in good times and in bad times. So, what should I do????????????????????????????? Thanks for listening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242652302120784665-5544381778668949353?l=lizzys40something.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/feeds/5544381778668949353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242652302120784665&amp;postID=5544381778668949353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/5544381778668949353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242652302120784665/posts/default/5544381778668949353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzys40something.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-crisis_13.html' title='Life crisis'/><author><name>Liz in Virginia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982457696484039725</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/_pUrHvc1uiPg/SPPOPANAqxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lWdcic2f6L4/S220/000_Travis+newhaircut+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
