tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315896292024-03-23T13:26:00.636-05:00moving to the rhythms of His gracejavamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.comBlogger413125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-42499139017313326642009-03-21T21:11:00.001-05:002009-03-21T21:14:58.588-05:00javamamma is on the move!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I'm moving!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Literally (in May) and in blogland (right now!).</span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://javamamma.vox.com/">Follow me over HERE to javamamma.vox.com!</a></span><br /></div>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-47660477636622571492009-03-17T21:59:00.002-05:002009-03-17T22:13:28.306-05:00a story in the making<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">So, a week ago my husband gave his resignation to our congregation here in Farm Town. It's quite a story and I won't share it all now, but hopefully I will take the time to blog it sometime - it's a good God-story!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">We will be here until June 1 but then are taking this part-time traveling ministry to the next level. We will be re-locating - actually back to my hometown, wince we came from 4 years ago. We have been given a small apartment to live in rent-free so we can focus on the mission at hand. Taking the</span> <a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/revolutionary">revolutionary</a> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">power of Jesus to the U.S. and the world. {first stop: Ireland in June!}<br /><br />We're extremely excited and have been anticipating this season for a while now. But there is a down side, it's leaving a beautiful group of people we have been doing life with for 4 years now. Our season here has been wonderful and a definite season of the Lord, for this congregation and for us. I'm thankful we're just moving down the road 3 hours and grateful that the planet has become so small in recent times ~ Facebook will be a huge blessing!<br /><br />There's so much more to share as this is the very short bottom line of it all - hopefully soon. And while I'm at it, here's a couple more changes soon to come....<br /><br />I will probably also be transitioning out of Blogger and over to <a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://javamamma.vox.com/">Vox ~ with just one blog. </a><br /><br />And we will take up our 'homeschool family' status once again. Traveling seems to be easier that way! </span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-19435380086252629822009-03-11T15:10:00.002-05:002009-03-11T15:17:14.498-05:00downsizing<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">So, downsizing seems to be a theme in the world today. It is in our lives but not for the reasons most would think ~ much more on this thought a little later in the month.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">For now, downsizing means consolidating blogs. I have 4 here at blogger. An idle blog at Homeschool Blogger that I'm still trying to cut 'n' paste into Word for posterity's sake. And most recently one over at Vox. I think the Vox one is going to become THE one for me. But baby steps, my friends.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">For now, I've posted my last post over at </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/">'Stones of Remembrance'</a>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">the blog I've used to document my kids' milestones and such. This last post over there includes a buncha photos ~ <a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2009/03/shut-er-down.html">go take a peek!</a></span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-38078630746468753922009-03-10T08:24:00.003-05:002009-03-10T08:40:00.614-05:00my daybook<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">The Simple Woman's Daybook: March 10, 2009</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Outside My Window... </span><span style="font-style: italic;">icy snow.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am thinking...<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">about the next 24 hours.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am thankful for... </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;">God's wonderful thoughts towards me and His plans that excite, yet terrify me.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">From the kitchen...<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-style: italic;">I left a mess last night but woke up to it being tidied up....by My Beloved, late last night.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am wearing...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">sweats ~ still need to shower but there's some cleaning that could be done first.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am creating...<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">memories for my kiddos {and me} on the faithfulness of God</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am going...<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">nowhere for a while. *sniff*</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am reading... </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Anne Lamott's <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" href="http://www.amazon.com/Traveling-Mercies-Some-Thoughts-Faith/dp/0385496095/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1236691737&sr=8-1">"Traveling Mercies".</a> It's quite raw and organic.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am hoping...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">for silence after tomorrow. Or atleast limited phone calls.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am hearing... </span><span style="font-style: italic;">many friends and mentors cheering us on in the faith.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Around the house.</span><span style="font-style: italic;">.. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-style: italic;">are many piles.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">One of my favorite things...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">a fresh, full pot of coffee when I drag myself outta bed in the morning.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Single's Group tonight ~ I'm hosting on my own so we can multi-task and My Beloved has a board meeting. Wednesday is prayer & worship ~ my fav night of the week. The kids have Thursday and Friday off~ I really wish we had traveling plans for those days but nada.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Here is picture thought I am sharing... </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-style: italic;">Mitch and I got to see the <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" href="http://www.blueman.com/">Blue Man Group</a> at Universal Studios a couple weeks ago in Florida. We had such a fun night together!<br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_BpsZxB6y7WHMMPIncSV8kpTQk2IDSyD21R-hw-u14bo8LTTmIdE3suRaZVihOyVNqE7b51pStR-qt_UEs8c0pgjiEIfUU943q5PBg4Or8K-ynb5KnisqnYhMPkmvMt_rqdBYbQ/s1600-h/usuniv.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_BpsZxB6y7WHMMPIncSV8kpTQk2IDSyD21R-hw-u14bo8LTTmIdE3suRaZVihOyVNqE7b51pStR-qt_UEs8c0pgjiEIfUU943q5PBg4Or8K-ynb5KnisqnYhMPkmvMt_rqdBYbQ/s320/usuniv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311552653405839890" border="0" /></a>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-75836817561864533842009-03-04T08:46:00.003-06:002009-03-04T08:50:06.088-06:00that kinda woman<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:13;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I received this in an email today. I love it! It's my two-fold passion: </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">loving on Jesus and giving the devil hell.</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:13;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(yes I did just say that)</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:13;"></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Be the <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236177547_0">kind of woman</span> that when your feet hit the ground each morning the devil says,</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > </span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"<i><u>OH CRAP</u></i>,<u> SHE'S UP</u>"!</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG36QpMuqn7_JbzN_S3wvQ_fQzJcJ3e6h30L9p__LFllhcgkucQZdb1xLD33xB4fDoJInAiNN62ZIx-Of3_Rh526jZlyNhKMl7LMMpEtJqdjsh2LEqG7j66XJzwBwhYGoMSePXDg/s1600-h/download.htm"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG36QpMuqn7_JbzN_S3wvQ_fQzJcJ3e6h30L9p__LFllhcgkucQZdb1xLD33xB4fDoJInAiNN62ZIx-Of3_Rh526jZlyNhKMl7LMMpEtJqdjsh2LEqG7j66XJzwBwhYGoMSePXDg/s320/download.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309344466274893714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:13;"></span></div>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-24812244884588471672009-03-02T17:07:00.002-06:002009-03-02T17:20:36.788-06:00Things that make me smile *ding*<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Found this over on</span> <a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://talkinghairdryer.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-that-make-me-smile.html">Jenni's blog</a>. <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Thought it looked fun!</span><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Grinning on the inside smile</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">yes, I DID work-out today</span><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Eyes rolled back in your head smile</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">holding hands with My Beloved on City Walk in Universal Studios</span><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Yes, I'll have another thankyouverymuch smile</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">warm funnel cake on a cool summer evening</span><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Taking a stroll down memory lane smile </strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">watching my kids acting like pros while flying for the first time</span><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Put your feet up and relax smile</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">a fairy that comes when I'm gone for days at a time and tidies up the house, making it not feel so empty when we come home</span><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I knew He would all along smile</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">My Beloved giving me permission.....I'll share in about a month or so</span><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">How funny is <em>that</em>? smile</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">my nephew pounding his new drumsticks all over the apartment so much so that the neighbor wondered if he got a drumset. No, auntie just bought sticks, that's all.</span><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I could do this all day smile</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">laying on the beach, listening to the ocean</span><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Grinning with anticipation smile</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">a new routine come fall</span><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">This is what I was made to do smile</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Worshiping at the keyboard </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">(with a drummer who follows) </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">in a dimly lit room </span>with people who are just basking in Jesus' glory<br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Make your eyes twinkle smile</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">listening to my husband converse passionately about life and ministry</span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-20631348136967425772009-02-28T16:09:00.004-06:002009-02-28T16:19:19.007-06:00happy days these are<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I've become the blogger I despise - so inconsistent with posts few and far between. Blah.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">This past week was way fun. A week ago, we were traveling back home after leaving the kids with family 3 hours away. Then on Sunday afternoon, we hauled an Explorer full to a service we were doing 1 1/2 hours away. We got home around 1am-ish and slept about an hour before rising, showering and finishing packing for our trip to Florida. We headed for the airport about 4:30. I actually slept about an hour on the plane - first time ever I think.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">We enjoyed a unique Pastor's Idea Exchange for a day and half, then spent the next 24 hours on a belated Valentine's Day date. We got to see the </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" href="http://www.blueman.com/">Blue Man Group</a> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">perform at Universal Studios on Wednesday night - so cool.<br /><br />Jesus blessed us with some seriously discounted items at Dillard's - I mean seriously good deals. Seriously. We overpacked the bags and flew home Thursday evening. Being ravenously hungry when we arrived about 9pm, we had dinner at<a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://www.famousdaves.com/"> Famous Dave's</a> before heading home.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Friday morning we headed down the road to pick up the children and bring our family back together in our own home. Today is laundry and finishing up schoolwork. And the kids are catching up on play time in their own habitat.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">We'll settle in for a few days, then I will go to a women's retreat next weekend. Happy days these are!</span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-69209347100544996792009-02-16T22:37:00.004-06:002009-02-16T23:04:49.935-06:00The Simple Woman's Daybook~february 16, 2009<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Outside My Window... </span> <span style="font-style: italic;">darkness ~ and remnants of the past week's big snow.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am thinking...<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">of what needs done this week before hauling the kids to my family's so Mitch and I can head to Florida.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am thankful for... </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;">a home spacious enough to host dinners for 10 or 15 times 2. and for excellent reports, yet again, from each daughter's parent/teacher conference meeting.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">From the kitchen...<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">too many Valentine's Day desserts that will ultimately end up in the trash with me watching money be tossed to the wind but figuring that is better than pounds to my thighs.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am wearing...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">some dark roots that will be blonde on Wednesday morning.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am creating...<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">energy and motivation to do some down-sizing</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am going...<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">off to Florida for a few days with My Beloved.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am reading... </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Genesis 1 and 2...over and over again.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am hoping...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">only in Jesus.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am hearing... <span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Corey Asbury's team worshiping Jesus.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Around the house...</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> things are shaping up.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">One of my favorite things...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">a husband who blesses me always.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">hosting our young adults for dinner and bible study tomorrow night. getting my hair done by our former stylist who is back in town for the week - yay! laundry and packing to leave on Saturday (back home), then Sunday (back home), then fly out on Monday morning.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Here is picture thought I am sharing... <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">here's a few, recap of the month so far<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifMmSRjWaPAM4ayXQ5Cs5cuYLMZ3CobTq9nuoMQttuq9ZojbCrhMONNDOyhSzGQwLkiCj6Tz7FPc_hlFPB07R8oJ4RfnqYIt3HogFxaseXL0XMCK_1Z_43dCmy8QyMVgdSPSMkgg/s1600-h/chandlerparty.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifMmSRjWaPAM4ayXQ5Cs5cuYLMZ3CobTq9nuoMQttuq9ZojbCrhMONNDOyhSzGQwLkiCj6Tz7FPc_hlFPB07R8oJ4RfnqYIt3HogFxaseXL0XMCK_1Z_43dCmy8QyMVgdSPSMkgg/s320/chandlerparty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303626192559662706" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Chandler's bowling Birthday party</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxWVKv8OrPdRkQ7q3c70XBBQOkyXt7vpfXdAVR2ItQWVVbTxybFoFKrOy4h7dFuHQQX6P6OijIcjrmramf9XCbC6_cNJMN4bRmkZPwLS4sCCbzkF8YRi0bq6EhCvQFqXeGQH0bA/s1600-h/jaci.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxWVKv8OrPdRkQ7q3c70XBBQOkyXt7vpfXdAVR2ItQWVVbTxybFoFKrOy4h7dFuHQQX6P6OijIcjrmramf9XCbC6_cNJMN4bRmkZPwLS4sCCbzkF8YRi0bq6EhCvQFqXeGQH0bA/s320/jaci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303626201817319634" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Jaci's first band concert</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQLxLNj3IvgTRGeIDAry08gas4MBQJW67y5pc1B3WwnIkBTo8_S4iBn3YEone_3_4r4q8gynPQsdjhUU8qUMn8kQT8GGURHy4kBkcRb1HrNwiAORSKVfHGcEazDgXa-YkZVo6QBg/s1600-h/jacisnow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQLxLNj3IvgTRGeIDAry08gas4MBQJW67y5pc1B3WwnIkBTo8_S4iBn3YEone_3_4r4q8gynPQsdjhUU8qUMn8kQT8GGURHy4kBkcRb1HrNwiAORSKVfHGcEazDgXa-YkZVo6QBg/s320/jacisnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303626199469312514" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">the 'worst snow storm of the year' - that's what they were predicting, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">I think it qualified.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVjtbQX-bRCMMnTR10fPQzvxP7PbsQ52HoJgG-aBV1pVTczChEWSo8hemAjLXrT7I6mZOkhevX3n_esxMBysh2yXcG86dtwZTr3pyPSfXolKjEAJ-AqmefUpCbB_AJgf4gjGpZHw/s1600-h/vdaytable.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVjtbQX-bRCMMnTR10fPQzvxP7PbsQ52HoJgG-aBV1pVTczChEWSo8hemAjLXrT7I6mZOkhevX3n_esxMBysh2yXcG86dtwZTr3pyPSfXolKjEAJ-AqmefUpCbB_AJgf4gjGpZHw/s320/vdaytable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303626204581444050" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">our Valentine's Day table, set for our 5 plus 2 guests</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-28473608680472162592009-02-13T19:43:00.003-06:002009-02-13T20:17:16.872-06:00updating<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">So it's been a good week.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">It started off with our weekend guests hanging out through Monday so we went in to town for lunch before getting the kids and moving on with our afternoon. I actually napped a bit before supper. Nice.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Tuesday was prep day. Getting life in order so I could leave town for 24 hours, starting first thing Wednesday morning. There were desserts to make, Valentines to sign, laundry to run and clothes to pack.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Wednesday morning I headed down the interstate with a couple gals from church. It was time for a soak in the prayer room at IHOP. We took the longer, scenic route as I got a little too chatty and just drove...and drove...and drove and missed two of my exits. Ooops.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Nevermind that, we spent from about 2:30 pm to midnight in the prayer room. Heavenly. I was made for this. In that 7 1/2 hour stretch, there wasn't a ho-hum set. They were all glorious. Which makes for a great day with Jesus.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">One gal just couldn't pull herself away, so we left her there through the night. She was still kickin' at 9am when she finally was pulled away so we could get ready to make the trek home. Gotta love passion! The trip home was much shorter. And filled with nice conversation.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">That evening was Jaci's first band concert ~ which she performed fabulously in. It was a fun evening with grades 5-12 performing. The band teacher is a genious, I'm pretty sure. My mom and sis came down to attend, and arrived in time to have supper with us.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">At 9pm, when that was over, we continued an hour down the interstate to the airport to pick up a friend from Texas so he can hang out this week. Arriving home late and not getting to bed til near 2 was just fine since school had already been called off for the report of 'the worst snow storm of the year' heading our way.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I shut off all alarms and email chimes but was still awakened by a text at 7am from my daughter just across the house. She saw that the snow hadn't started yet and was sure they would be having school. I tried to assure her via text that no, school was already cancelled, they would not be going. I ended up having to get up and walk in to her room to convince her that they would not be having Valentine Parties today. (the snow hit on the day of Christmas parties too. life is so unfair.) So much for no alarms and sleeping in undisturbedly. Ah well. I did go back to sleep and didn't wake up til about 9. So nice.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">The snow did hit just shortly after 7 and I think we have atleast 6 inches or so. I haven't left the house though everyone else has at one time or another. My afternoon has been spent cooking meals and baking bread and dessert for tomorrow's big dinner. As well as helping a friend set up a google account complete with her own gmail. The fireplace has kept us quite toasty and we have drank our fill of coffee.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Tomorrow is our Annual Family Valentine's Day dinner which will include 2 single guests - no matchmaking here though. Mitch and I will celebrate our couple-ness in another week with a ministry trip to Florida without the kiddos.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">That's been my week. Posted here for journaling's sake!</span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-86453581281685668832009-02-07T21:44:00.004-06:002009-02-07T22:05:09.039-06:00like no other<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Two and half hours away from home, after a few phone calls, we discovered we were going to be responsible for hosting company tonight. Where this is usually no biggie, this time was going to be quite a stretch.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I like coming home to a clean house when we travel but this week didn't lend itself to cleaning the house before we left on Thursday. We had such a busy week that I hadn't done any cleaning, the kids hadn't had any time to pick up the toy clutter and the guest bedrooms hadn't been touched since the last round of company. On top of that, I needed to prepare 3 desserts for our Couple's Night Out tomorrow night. The afternoon was going to be packed without the addition of company. Not really time to get a house 'company ready' and have more than Hamburger Helper ready for supper.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">After my initial freak out, my spirit began to beat my flesh into submission and remind it that, this is what we do. We serve. We are flexible. We have grace to do what needs done in the moment. And life was really going to be OK.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I began to develop a plan and a check list and briefed the kids on their roll as soon as we arrived home. We pulled into the garage 2 hours later and grabbed the first load of luggage and groceries to take in and find a discreet spot for. As I walked in the back door, I noticed the kids' boots were all lined up. I had the thought, "wow, I don't remember the kids picking up the back room before we left but great." As I rounded the corner into the kitchen, then walked into the living room I was welcomed by freshly vacuumed carpet and my chairs a little off-centered. What the heck?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">After further investigation we realized someone(s) had cleaned the house {and swept out the garage}. Honest to God. All I had to do was re-sheet the beds and wipe down the toilets. Everything was tidied, dishes put away, furniture dusted, floors mopped or vacuumed. Stinkin' clean.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Here it is 10pm. I made the desserts, fed my company a decent supper and am now sitting at the computer, ready for tomorrow. The blessings of the Lord are amazing. Servant-hearted people who hear and obey the voice of the Lord are priceless. This life of walking with Jesus is like no other.</span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-87091754497252607732009-02-04T07:53:00.002-06:002009-02-04T07:56:13.368-06:00moving my heart today....<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><a href="http://www3.equipandempower.org/blog/index.php/2009/02/04/a_gut_wrenching_reality">This post</a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">and the article linked with it stirred my heart with His compassion this morning. Jesus, let Your Kingdom come. We need it so desperately to overcome this kingdom of darkness.</span></span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-7412399288191980752009-02-03T10:18:00.004-06:002009-02-03T10:46:00.231-06:00Happy Birthday, Chandler Hope!<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">It's birthday day today! My middle princess, Chandler is now 8 years old! We <a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2009/01/girl-party.html">fudged on the 'rules' </a>and pierced her ears a couple weeks ago. But today, after school, we are headed to the bowling alley with a couple of her friends and then <a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://www.countrykitchenrestaurants.com/">her favorite place to eat pancakes.</a></span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://www.countrykitchenrestaurants.com/"><br /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Chandler has a passion for authoring books and has written 4 so far. She loves to illustrate them herself as well. Her gentle, yet fun-loving, personality is a blessing to our family and everyone around her. She is generous and a peacemaker with her sisters. She loves to read, especially mysteries and about animals. In school, she is in both of the accelerated learning classes - quite a smarty! Chandler has a prophetic gifting on her life and we are loving watching it grow!</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAy-sedfT_GSxkxM0Nnmwe4IavgvCTkeSSuPaYDNoJU1NmoteVJEzRJR1AJc_9tL6Vyuw3INsbah-Ze0gLmuZj0bkrZqws7rlWrgKfI9VODNmCCZPpbSYCK0745en24rY6rh7_UA/s1600-h/cake1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAy-sedfT_GSxkxM0Nnmwe4IavgvCTkeSSuPaYDNoJU1NmoteVJEzRJR1AJc_9tL6Vyuw3INsbah-Ze0gLmuZj0bkrZqws7rlWrgKfI9VODNmCCZPpbSYCK0745en24rY6rh7_UA/s320/cake1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298612505028496770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">HAPPY BIRTHDAY, 8 year old BABY!</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdroXVZs_Z7E93RWcRhb-fGsWWdCpIavfFvmmQWhQe5n3Qx9r4V-OGEJRjgM1DY5f_HjW8q5aE5ujgyumEwtBxF9zmipoimuq2Dl9fNcXYpPexn3CkTmiY-QmcwvysjhjF2Wi0qQ/s1600-h/cake2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdroXVZs_Z7E93RWcRhb-fGsWWdCpIavfFvmmQWhQe5n3Qx9r4V-OGEJRjgM1DY5f_HjW8q5aE5ujgyumEwtBxF9zmipoimuq2Dl9fNcXYpPexn3CkTmiY-QmcwvysjhjF2Wi0qQ/s320/cake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298612326330433730" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">a cake for an artist!</span><br /><br /><br /></div>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-47130169692343499032009-01-30T10:34:00.005-06:002009-01-30T10:45:54.287-06:00unprocessed, random thoughts<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Just was spurred with a random thought and figured I better get it on 'paper' before I lost it, or it consumed me.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"God isn't in the public schools" Right? I mean, that's the argument for many homeschoolers. (not all of them, I know) And then, the reason God isn't in the public schools? It's "because </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">they</span> have taken Him out". <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">They</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> meaning like the bad guys who 'took God out of school'.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">So follow this thought.... </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">They</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> never knew God right? So </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">they </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">never put God </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">in</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> the schools. So how could </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">they</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> take Him out?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">My unprocessed train of thought says, the only ones that could have taken Him out would be the ones that know Him. God left the public school when the Christians {who had Him} left with Him. And guess what? We're the only ones that can put Him back.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">And any Christian who chooses to put their kids in public school and carry His presence with them every time they step foot in the school - they are the reason God could still have any influence in a secular institution.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">This isn't an argument to challenge anyone's convictions on whether they homeschool or send their kids to school. It's just an argument to re-evaluate our judgements. To re-evaluate the thought that God would </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">never</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> tell a Christian to put their kids in public school. To re-evaluate our concept of the vastness of God.</span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-28085135814901888882009-01-25T21:31:00.003-06:002009-01-25T21:48:35.128-06:00The Simple Woman's Daybook<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I've seen this around and thought I'd participate today. I'm not following the rules at all, especially since it's supposed to be posted on Mondays. Ah, well.</span><br /><br /><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Outside My Window... </span> <span style="font-style: italic;">a dark, snowy night</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am thinking...<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">of potential life changes. ones I'd like to make now, but need to hold off a few months. more on this in the future, I'm sure.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am thankful for... </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;">My Beloved serving Jesus in a nation across the globe and then coming back home to me.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">From the kitchen...<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> a cherry-pineapple dump cake that was a treat over the weekend but now needs to disappear before it ends up in my tummy everyday this week.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am wearing...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> jeans, a size too big, my sparkly black shirt and slippers.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am creating... </span> <span style="font-style: italic;">many dreams in my head and trying to get them on paper... or atleast cyber-paper.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am going...<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> to write a book someday.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am reading... </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Surprised by Hope by N.T. Wright.... still.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am hoping...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> that life takes a crazy turn, real soon.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am hearing... <span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">my {still} jet-lagged husband snoring, the fan on the fireplace and Luke Wood singing.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Around the house...</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> is much clutter. amazing how it piles up again so quickly.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">One of my favorite things...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">enjoying the quiet.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Looks to be a pretty uneventful one. We had planned a Monday trip an hour away to a pastor's lunch but I'm not sure the weather is going to cooperate. Kids' activities are going to keep me from making a trip to the KC Prayer Room, I think. Another week gone down in mundane history.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Here is picture thought I am sharing...</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6jNJci7NwX2VpyK0Mm35Q7ytCbOVPiCijemCeVVVRn2ytiTcoGCvaiUql-CyOXo3WqiN0gVzGSy1MPIY6ibgfnYMDdWyLKwjKiPEHEZ_dqgT8PqEaXgtv9lixmtHAYpGWzMvYZA/s1600-h/queen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6jNJci7NwX2VpyK0Mm35Q7ytCbOVPiCijemCeVVVRn2ytiTcoGCvaiUql-CyOXo3WqiN0gVzGSy1MPIY6ibgfnYMDdWyLKwjKiPEHEZ_dqgT8PqEaXgtv9lixmtHAYpGWzMvYZA/s400/queen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295443106992896754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" >Indian princesses</span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-41330255658383048532009-01-24T22:03:00.004-06:002009-01-24T22:12:28.139-06:00the mundane<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Well, Mitch got back, as scheduled, around 8pm on Wednesday night. Happy times! His body is slowing adjusting back to our time {and our life}. We had a nice family dinner on Thursday and played LIFE. Then him and I went out last night. Nice to have my date back!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Today was to be a relatively slow day. Him working on his message for tomorrow. We broke the boredom and decided to have a couple from church over for dinner. That meant heading for groceries, tidying the house a bit and making a decent meal....with dessert. :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I have no excitement to blog about. This week will be pretty mundane. Then we head into a little more excitement for February, including my middle baby's birthday! We have some ministry travel scheduled, Jaci's first band concert, a conference we'd like to attend, and a possible trip to Florida at the end of the month.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I'll post a few pics of Indian affair next time. Including some rad gifts, My Beloved brought back for me!</span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-73292274720762171142009-01-20T07:16:00.002-06:002009-01-20T07:23:26.170-06:00words of blessing & life<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I love that</span> <a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://ihop.org/Group/Group.aspx?ID=1000037020">IHOP</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> is proclaiming blessing over President-Elect Barak Obama this morning. This president, more than any other, I feel the need to rise up in prayer for.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Sure, it's in obedience to scripture. And no, I don't think it's out of fear. But honestly, it's because I believe the impossible. If we pray life and blessing over this man ~that's exactly what he'll be for this country. And on the flip side, if we {as 'Christians} speak cursing and death over a man we did not elect, THAT is exactly what we'll get.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">So, Lord, breathe on America again. Breathe on our leaders. Cause Your face to shine upon us. If your light shines on us, it displaces ALL the darkness.</span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-51739519113855390202009-01-19T21:52:00.002-06:002009-01-19T21:56:22.251-06:0021st century artwork<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">My kids did these a couple weeks ago. And since then, have created many masterpieces. I think I'll market them and make a boat-load of money on this art! Do you know what they used?</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJlhasx3o5-YpkvfQggokxMWT9bHKym4Y8t0JjCzx6TS9xXVAHsH_0Ut7qEDnCfIJh7bmQZCMfi9TerLxggnj9mT9b88nyijgyuuLE4CJk-frtldS1AIXcb_GohM8pLtG8dnEKrw/s1600-h/flag.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJlhasx3o5-YpkvfQggokxMWT9bHKym4Y8t0JjCzx6TS9xXVAHsH_0Ut7qEDnCfIJh7bmQZCMfi9TerLxggnj9mT9b88nyijgyuuLE4CJk-frtldS1AIXcb_GohM8pLtG8dnEKrw/s320/flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293219211641523746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0qQyHVaTiJ7echj7Vi1MAe2zmJKZB6q4cZRh1nTeVR4wCl-83zCeelGkcNsNQrL6KicpDbJYlb9WiUCIzFdVM9gMmg1dBjYlz-vd6wESUYszzHqRpjauZ7-4-quy9ktGClzp3Lw/s1600-h/us.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0qQyHVaTiJ7echj7Vi1MAe2zmJKZB6q4cZRh1nTeVR4wCl-83zCeelGkcNsNQrL6KicpDbJYlb9WiUCIzFdVM9gMmg1dBjYlz-vd6wESUYszzHqRpjauZ7-4-quy9ktGClzp3Lw/s320/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293219213812964178" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">this is Mitch & I. I love that our big lips are on the side of our heads. ;)<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">To see what us gals have been up to today, while Daddy is still away,</span> <a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2009/01/girl-party.html">go HERE</a>. <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">And hopefully Mitch doesn't have time or internet to see this before he comes home or I'll be in serious trouble with my kiddos.</span> (Mitch, really, if you see this post - do not click on the link. For your children's sake)javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-37803163205478679092009-01-15T20:32:00.004-06:002009-01-15T20:45:05.413-06:00his return<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">So,</span> <a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://meandering-thru.blogspot.com/">Christin</a> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">asked how I was doing without My Beloved....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">By all appearances, things are really pretty good. Life is flowing pretty easily. It hasn't been too bad of a burden being a single mommy or pastor/worship leader or fire starter and maintainer. God's grace really is amazing.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I haven't minded the nights being home alone. The kids have done well about going to bed and relatively well about waking up and getting ready for school on time. I've made it to all the activities and meetings and managed them just fine on my own.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I just hate the emptiness. Emptiness in the house when we come home. Emptiness in my gut when I go throughout the day with no one to chat with. Emptiness when I crawl into bed...by myself. It isn't an overwhelming feeling, just a subtle ache.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">All that to say that things really are fine. But I am most definitely looking forward to his return on Wednesday. And</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> feeling like a married woman again. ;)</span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-9995133531113235082009-01-14T11:51:00.004-06:002009-01-14T12:09:33.490-06:00sad and mad<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I really wish I didn't have a soapbox. Really. I wish I was passionate about only Jesus. That I didn't have things in life that offended me to the point I get vehemently upset. Stuff, that in eternity, probably won't matter a heckuva lot.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">But I do. I have soapboxes. One comes up more than the others. One that puts me at odds with family. Close family. Not My Beloved or my kids but close still the same.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">My mind-button doesn't need a big push to set me off. Apparently, all I have to do is come across, by accident, a website ~ a tiny little tap of my button. No one forced it on me. I just saw it while searching Google. I just wanted to find out what Jesus called Himself. Names of Jesus. And instead I'm hit with firey words bashing my solid, passionate relationship with Jesus.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">As if He's not a real person to interact with. That the only way to be a 'mature' Christian is to think and act this way. THEN, you're really something. That there won't be ebbs and flows, mountains and valleys, because it's all about 'book smarts'. All about knowing it in your head. And, I don't agree.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I've known 'it all' in my head since I was about 9, after giving my life to Jesus at age 7. And I loved Jesus and clung to Him through my teen years. But it wasn't until about 8 years ago that a passion, a beautiful passion, began to fill my life for Him. And now I'm desperately lost in love with Him. I've experienced His touch and I'm ruined for life. Nothing satisfies like His touch.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">And I guess anything that belittles my love affair with Jesus makes zeal rise up in me. It's not just about me and Him. It's a zealful sorrow that these people ~the many Christians that only know Jesus by words on a paper~ will never experience the true, passionate love of the Creator of the universe. They don't believe in experiencing Him, so they never will. They're lost in a religion of history and words on paper. It makes me sad. Sad and mad.</span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-18255711098645345992009-01-12T10:06:00.002-06:002009-01-12T10:17:04.535-06:00hey, it's my 401st post!<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://joshua24-15.blogspot.com/">Sarah</a> had this over at her blog. It's fun but short ~ makes it an easy one for me this morning.</span><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Four Places I Go Over and Over and Over</span></strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">my kids' school</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">the<a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://www.starbucks.com/default.asp?"> 'Bux</a></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">my computer</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">My Beloved's arms {everybody together...."awwwww"}</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Four People Who Email/IM Regularly</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">uh, no one? I know, I'm lame that way.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Four Places I Like to Eat</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">my own table</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Macaroni Grill</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">a good mexican restaurant</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">someone else's table ;)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Four Places I'd Rather Be Right Now</strong><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">the 'Bux with My Beloved</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">somewhere in Europe....with My Beloved</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">DisneyWorld, with my kids</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">the IHOP prayer room~ I could use some focus about now</span><br /><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Four TV Shows I Could Watch Over and Over and Over</span><br /><br /></strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">this is tough, we don't watch TV much {or try ever}</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I like some movies like....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Fools Rush In</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Serendipity</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0295427/">Master of Disguise</a> (that threw ya, didn't it?)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">And I guess when we do flip on the TV, Seinfield is a fav</span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-28094830681025345252009-01-10T08:57:00.002-06:002009-01-10T09:18:06.067-06:00travel-schmavel<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">It's day 5 and we are on a little road trip. Just up the interstate 3 hours where my fam lives. I knew we'd want a trip anyway, and this weekend happened to be my nephew's birthday so it worked out well.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">The only thing that didn't work out well is the roads. I checked the weather and road conditions before we left - windy, maybe a little snow, nothing terrible. Wow, I thought the internet never lied. Wrong I was. For a good 2 hour stretch (the drive is only 3), things were not well. I drove about 45 for a good chunk and still slipped and circled in the middle of the road for a few terrifying moments. All is well though and we made it.....alive. :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">It's amazing how an experience like that though makes a person, who LOVES to drive, a little skittish about heading home this evening. Thank You, Jesus for peace.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">With my</span> <a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://javamamma.blogspot.com/2009/01/manless-journey-of-16-days-and-nights.html">fun money</a>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">we got a hotel room instead of staying with family. The kids are swimming and I'm enjoying the hot tub. We'll have a little Starbuck's party here shortly and then have to check out. The never give you long enough do they? Whatever.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">My mom invited us to lunch before the big party, and after the bash, we'll head home. A short 24 hours but a nice escape from a manless home. When we get home,</span><a href="http://consumebyfire.wordpress.com/"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> these fine people</span></a> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">will be there as the man of that home will be preaching in the morning. Then the routine week begins again. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I think I've decided to forgo the painting this time and stick to organizing. There is </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">plenty</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> to do. I doubt I'll get past the church to my own house. Too many piled up closets and storage areas. I run a thin line of offending some good church-goer by getting rid of something sacred when I tread here but tends to be my nature. :) The painting can wait til My Beloved gets home....and can help me.<br /><br />Happy Weekend, all!<br /></span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-24582409904826913372009-01-07T20:27:00.001-06:002009-01-07T20:28:49.654-06:00arriving safelyMy new favorite quote:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i>"Stop living as if the purpose of life is to arrive safely at death."</i></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Not sure where it originated but I read it <a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://www3.equipandempower.org/blog/index.php/2009/01/08/happy_new_year">HERE. Great post.</a><br /></div></div>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-62629792095576953622009-01-05T19:02:00.004-06:002009-01-05T19:26:07.197-06:00a manless journey of 16 days and nights<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">So tomorrow's the big day. The beginning of a 16 day challenge for my girls and I. Mitch is leaving on a ministry trip~ the longest he's done since we've been a family. God's always poured out grace when Mitch goes away. And I expect this trip to be no different, it's just longer so it makes me feel a little nauseous when I really think about it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">The kids will be kept busy with school for the better part of the days, so that's good for them. And in planning for this time, I have developed quite a list of things to do that, hopefully will spread throughout the weeks without me losing motivation. That's my key: keep busy.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">These are the times I wish a had old college buddies to hang out with. That I didn't really take Colossians literally when it says {amplified style} "...wives, adapt to your husbands...." I've adapted to him and my life is entangled with his. I don't have a separate life ~ like the kind where you have a job to throw yourself into or friends you chat for hours with or whatever. Nope. My Beloved and I do life together so it makes 'doing life' challenging when he's not here.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">But it's all okay. Because I have another Lover. One that I can throw myself into loving even more so without the 'distraction' of my earthly lover. I anticipate many hours basking in the intimacy of this Lover for the next weeks. With the blessing of IHOP's webstream and a quiet house, I can take advantage of My Beloved being gone and having all kids in school and spend much time loving on My Jesus.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">So that's the plan, Stan. A long list of organizing and cleaning {and maybe even painting} at the church and home. The glories of spending some extra time with My Jesus. For the evenings, the kids and I plan on working on some scrapbooking. Projects long neglected. A quick trip away this weekend~possibly with hotel room since a couple from church just dropped off money for 'those left behind'. A couple guys offered their services should any 'man-sized jobs' come up. (I asked one if he would come take out the trash everyday - he said yes.) But seriously, I have awesome church guys who would come if I had car trouble or house issues. And most importantly, the abundant grace of Jesus. I think we might have everything we need to survive our manless journey this month.</span>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-31514311319778782712009-01-03T15:06:00.002-06:002009-01-03T15:08:37.834-06:00to those it may concernTo those it may concern:<br /><br />I took my "Journey" blog offline for a time. I needed a place to write the secrets of my heart, without worrying about who would see them. Just thought I'd let ya'll know!javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31589629.post-89734917813553997462009-01-01T10:20:00.006-06:002009-01-01T10:40:07.942-06:00passing into 2009<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Our New Year's Eve was fairly uneventful. Some people from church planned a game night, which we're not really into but since it was the kids' last night to see some friends who were visiting, we went over for about an hour and a half. I turned on IHOP - the prayer room- and read.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">We came home about 10pm, when I was expecting the worship to start at 'onething' - to no avail. Not having been a part of the conference this year, I couldn't really get into the chatter and commitments and all. I just wanted to worship. Then the webcast started buffering, think CD skipping, not fun. Then just when they really started to worship at 'onething', the webcast switched back to the prayer room. Talk about stop and start, stop and start.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Oh, I forgot to mention that the kids had all pooped out about 11-ish. Mitch and I sat together talking into the New Year, mainly about our vague goals for this next year. It's obvious that we are in a time of transition and we just want what the Father has planned for us to do to glorify Him.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">For me, my resolution at this point, is to write down all our dreams, thoughts and prophetic promises and pray over them like crazy. And I have a goal to fit back </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">comfortably</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> in my jeans. Those donuts I made this morning? That's all I'm eating for the next 2 weeks. :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Here's a few snapshots of our last 2 hours of 2008...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRQ-foICEjvlwwXv8OtYDgig-cvoIT5W2Bvs65tKVqtN5H9Yk6nhVVWzMsgPg6cVQtQt25VmumlYYIPzzoKWhPa8LMrhaedZ6ODFDTgn0G8leIIvKWSnmCM4I7WCjXWEXP7k__w/s1600-h/merob1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRQ-foICEjvlwwXv8OtYDgig-cvoIT5W2Bvs65tKVqtN5H9Yk6nhVVWzMsgPg6cVQtQt25VmumlYYIPzzoKWhPa8LMrhaedZ6ODFDTgn0G8leIIvKWSnmCM4I7WCjXWEXP7k__w/s200/merob1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286364107710417586" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmvHQggbzwg4TzBrN4MOQ4UVhxqkVLdncL3vfOnLQI7uIcccQLfsWJVgFGBEwp9Oz01osBWAB_o_K92CZjrkR6v2NoLDxQu-kvkY_u16zhtd0Gz1Hx8HzJ0SvyHjjmu5lYjLBMJQ/s1600-h/merob2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmvHQggbzwg4TzBrN4MOQ4UVhxqkVLdncL3vfOnLQI7uIcccQLfsWJVgFGBEwp9Oz01osBWAB_o_K92CZjrkR6v2NoLDxQu-kvkY_u16zhtd0Gz1Hx8HzJ0SvyHjjmu5lYjLBMJQ/s200/merob2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286364109259009538" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuI0p1sIs7E6V4Kei1-EL2TlHVnvn59doh3pb79r1h44hokErZJdA35DcCovWHRHajtPY8NKJ-UUBeWW5odaWHqA4qKy9qgM1w5rZGY2y735Mk8VANkKFJYK8yIH3edZDwpWAkuw/s1600-h/merob3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuI0p1sIs7E6V4Kei1-EL2TlHVnvn59doh3pb79r1h44hokErZJdA35DcCovWHRHajtPY8NKJ-UUBeWW5odaWHqA4qKy9qgM1w5rZGY2y735Mk8VANkKFJYK8yIH3edZDwpWAkuw/s200/merob3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286364111196731778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGrhxmoWTKOc5aT5ik4e8ka3_WPEcKrx-0hmUrTVzzPQSBgbMdY6qPq4Uz7XEvjcR0hysuw1vpUeZ69z7yJPv9Pkij00x-9EinZDdvVzNt4KIGWHpkfUFrgNB7QVh0MznLlxT3jA/s1600-h/merob4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGrhxmoWTKOc5aT5ik4e8ka3_WPEcKrx-0hmUrTVzzPQSBgbMdY6qPq4Uz7XEvjcR0hysuw1vpUeZ69z7yJPv9Pkij00x-9EinZDdvVzNt4KIGWHpkfUFrgNB7QVh0MznLlxT3jA/s200/merob4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286364109689082722" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dMFcHfeyiOzpF1RxALdfCO11kBDLCfmTZHkkfoTOmPujIfTbdkAS1LpumKSmHobtz_vrFIPKOmE9Aa7aPAParaog0cDfWtwP0JmQrgLvqFuLpsmkXUh_jiExoDg-KPm5B4YRlA/s1600-h/merob5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dMFcHfeyiOzpF1RxALdfCO11kBDLCfmTZHkkfoTOmPujIfTbdkAS1LpumKSmHobtz_vrFIPKOmE9Aa7aPAParaog0cDfWtwP0JmQrgLvqFuLpsmkXUh_jiExoDg-KPm5B4YRlA/s200/merob5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286364114806044258" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> me and my Bird</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ8qtxCEYMcLQWGddNp1I9TiZm277E4Oc9ViOZ67H2aeBtxLSopcFZAhvxKGq5EXZk6MQ5n4tUCJ5zRI773_nDoHRgtBxcEZKOSH5jUQDFVZ4m2G9Iaz0VWPjUVemM0yvWI4mo7g/s1600-h/andi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ8qtxCEYMcLQWGddNp1I9TiZm277E4Oc9ViOZ67H2aeBtxLSopcFZAhvxKGq5EXZk6MQ5n4tUCJ5zRI773_nDoHRgtBxcEZKOSH5jUQDFVZ4m2G9Iaz0VWPjUVemM0yvWI4mo7g/s320/andi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286364702357135506" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">this little Bug is usually the first to crash - as was the case last night</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJ3jv-Vji2QtvMO_GglBWUJu_nVRwxEMRvQ3xsYCAeyukDqQBPpjkJgjYVAfBAUu6Q3AxyOtbLJLUwP5rT1fIJDTxWVlUlasHCrx_kZsKI1HYH3uQ8LXpKno-eQBO2F7ojiYAEg/s1600-h/jaci2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJ3jv-Vji2QtvMO_GglBWUJu_nVRwxEMRvQ3xsYCAeyukDqQBPpjkJgjYVAfBAUu6Q3AxyOtbLJLUwP5rT1fIJDTxWVlUlasHCrx_kZsKI1HYH3uQ8LXpKno-eQBO2F7ojiYAEg/s320/jaci2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286364708890865890" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFGqDygfUD5NASSyuKSGv-et1Fx9IM5In8YSjgsk8IZ5y68Tl-DtFkSVre6hvllp3v301W-v84-dTCZV27F6wDr_k57zIrIlA1bpygehD7PJVxP364rFZZKvKPp2QK6SGwTbq0jw/s1600-h/jaci1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFGqDygfUD5NASSyuKSGv-et1Fx9IM5In8YSjgsk8IZ5y68Tl-DtFkSVre6hvllp3v301W-v84-dTCZV27F6wDr_k57zIrIlA1bpygehD7PJVxP364rFZZKvKPp2QK6SGwTbq0jw/s320/jaci1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286364703171020194" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">This Girlfriend is fading fast</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyNwKbNkfEchdMMNyO5H8R0ildKrxLq7miZzR9En6QGGXUMUaztwXbQyI9JyJR9JF1O1dYF5Q0V39DIYH7H4bxiP1ChTc2oENaWoM6IxUQpECL1E4-FRu8AOGefubraeEn_ddQNw/s1600-h/usclose2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyNwKbNkfEchdMMNyO5H8R0ildKrxLq7miZzR9En6QGGXUMUaztwXbQyI9JyJR9JF1O1dYF5Q0V39DIYH7H4bxiP1ChTc2oENaWoM6IxUQpECL1E4-FRu8AOGefubraeEn_ddQNw/s320/usclose2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286364722245986850" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">And this is from Christmas. Didn't I marry a hottie?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Happy New Year, all! I pray that you journey with our Jesus in 2009!</span><br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq0rsmyLRKKgBN5qca81JTbiekt7IYiFIQle1axXHozW0G5twMeefjuPFfhShXpKH-kgsTKu58qhRYUNj8qEpmxrKZNmgMXix951UVvC9-OvcVZl_VIQXGL2e1i6lYmaDXBVuubg/s1600-h/donuts.jpg"><br /></a>javamammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099noreply@blogger.com2