<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699</id><updated>2010-01-07T14:15:03.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-6351950884116658411</id><published>2010-01-07T13:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:15:04.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm not poor.</title><summary type='text'>"Poverty in youth, when it succeeds, is so far magnificent that it turns thewhole will towards effort, and the whole soul towards aspiration.  Povertystrips the material life entirely bare, and makes it hideous; thence ariseinexpressible yearnings towards the ideal life.  The rich young man has ahundred brilliant and coarse amusements, racing, hunting, dogs, cigars, gaming,feasting, and the rest;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6351950884116658411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=6351950884116658411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/6351950884116658411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/6351950884116658411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-im-not-poor.html' title='Because I&apos;m not poor.'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-348742539380514055</id><published>2010-01-04T06:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T07:25:57.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rethinking the Rethinking</title><summary type='text'>It's not a matter of making up my mind to do something.  It's not gritting my teeth and setting my jaw and determining that I will do better.  It's not battling fiercely against the selfishness, the laziness, the self justification, the endless pitfalls that foil my attempts to live life well.Success doesn't come from me.Ann's quiet voice reminds me that setting goals and making up my mind to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/348742539380514055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=348742539380514055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/348742539380514055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/348742539380514055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2010/01/rethinking-rethinking.html' title='Rethinking the Rethinking'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-3176062646646165978</id><published>2009-12-29T06:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T06:51:23.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rethinking</title><summary type='text'>As Christmas festivities wind down, I gear up for the new year, for these next few months of winter, and I'm full of ambition. I want to continue teaching the boys, and more firmly establish habits of reading scripture at mealtimes and memorizing scripture together. I want to fill our lives with music...from CD's, and learning to play on the piano. I want to read to them...library books and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3176062646646165978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=3176062646646165978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/3176062646646165978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/3176062646646165978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year.html' title='Rethinking'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-3514113501068522971</id><published>2009-11-06T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:46:06.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scheming Christmas</title><summary type='text'>Inspired by reading scripture, understanding Jesus' call to his followers to deny themselves, take up their crosses, and follow Him, thatPure and lasting religion in the sight of God our Father means that we must care for orphans and widows in their troubles, and refuse to let the world corrupt us.  James 1:27 NLTand also through the influence of organizations like Advent Conspiracy, World Vision</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3514113501068522971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=3514113501068522971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/3514113501068522971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/3514113501068522971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/11/scheming-christmas.html' title='Scheming Christmas'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-6644383510640747398</id><published>2009-10-27T14:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:51:21.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead like a great conductor</title><summary type='text'>A few days ago I listened to Itay Talgam's talk, Lead like the great conductors.   He shows different leadership styles with clips of famous orchestra conductors, explaining differences in their philosophies that influenced how each one directed their symphony.  His metaphor of leadership as a symphony conductor resonates with me, especially combined with Ann's metaphor of forming habits to make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6644383510640747398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=6644383510640747398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/6644383510640747398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/6644383510640747398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/lead-like-great-conductor.html' title='Lead like a great conductor'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-7078520017505653267</id><published>2009-10-14T06:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T07:14:14.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth</title><summary type='text'>With the help of the wii fit, purchased at the end of last December, I have lost over 15 pounds.  It wasn't the exercise that made the difference...I'd been exercising daily for two years. The wii fit offers a "body test" every day, a daily weigh-in.  Suddenly I could see how snacking before bed caused my weight to be higher the very next morning, while going to bed slightly hungry made it go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7078520017505653267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=7078520017505653267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/7078520017505653267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/7078520017505653267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHSVVMO0ks/StcD8GQ75WI/AAAAAAAAAW8/pj5Zg9GaZKc/s72-c/STA75622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-7460981406147785276</id><published>2009-10-10T09:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:32:19.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal crackers...</title><summary type='text'>...and cocoa to drink,That is the finest of suppers, I think;When I'm grown up and can have what I please,I think I shall always insist upon these.                                                                     Christopher Morley</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7460981406147785276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=7460981406147785276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/7460981406147785276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/7460981406147785276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/animal-crackers.html' title='Animal crackers...'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHSVVMO0ks/StCaSPOvyrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-_Tv08p6j7k/s72-c/STA75621+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-7687322337288412600</id><published>2009-10-07T06:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:10:38.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 gifts'/><title type='text'>unbelievable gifts</title><summary type='text'>151.  Sacks of bulbs--dry orbs to bury in the dirt, all the long cold winter anticipating beauty  of pink blooms when the snow drips away.152.  Twenty minute drive, five of us make a family, to a local orchard--acres of trees laden with apples...fresh donuts, tangy/sweet cider.153.  Two hours on Tuesday evenings with talented (can our little town really hold such talent?) musicians banding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7687322337288412600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=7687322337288412600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/7687322337288412600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/7687322337288412600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/unbelievable-gifts.html' title='unbelievable gifts'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHSVVMO0ks/Ssx24Jf9NcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/NlrrKMNTU-M/s72-c/STA75605+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-8844751769924122135</id><published>2009-10-06T06:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:38:16.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreasonable Little Man</title><summary type='text'>My Hero was reading George Bernard Shaw quotes last night.  One made him laugh out loud, so he read it to me. The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself..."That's Peanut Butter!" I interrupted.  It's gratifying to hear put into words something you've never quite been able to describe accurately.  Peanut Butter doesn't "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8844751769924122135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=8844751769924122135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/8844751769924122135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/8844751769924122135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/unreasonable-little-man.html' title='Unreasonable Little Man'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-7169226800553898095</id><published>2009-10-05T06:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:37:27.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't even try, last night, to make any progress with unpacking or cleaning up the debris spewn all over our house since coming home from a nine day vacation to Illinois to visit my in-laws.  I was so discouraged with how little progress I'd made in the two days I'd been back, and the enormity of the job just made me feel tired.  And I was tired.  All my energy was gone and my spirits were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7169226800553898095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=7169226800553898095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/7169226800553898095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/7169226800553898095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-didnt-even-try-last-night-to-make-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-528573414219685232</id><published>2009-07-29T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T05:31:57.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How my Soul's Lover has wooed me with His Love Letter</title><summary type='text'>It began with a craving to know more deeply...to live more truly."Would you join me and we can be an LTG?" I asked My Hero.  He (somewhat reluctantly) agreed.  He doesn't throw himself blindly into commitments that might demand too much as I am prone to do.  But this one was good.  How can it not be good to commit to read large portions of scripture together, to hold each other accountable, to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/528573414219685232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=528573414219685232' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/528573414219685232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/528573414219685232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-my-souls-lover-has-wooed-me-with.html' title='How my Soul&apos;s Lover has wooed me with His Love Letter'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-3983207251364707974</id><published>2009-07-22T18:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:32:58.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a good tip</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine loaned me a cookbook, Deceptively Delicious by Jessica Seinfeld, that's full of recipes that include lots of pureed veggies (even spinach brownies!) as ingredients...a supremely inoffensive way to serve vegetables that kids might otherwise turn up their nose to.  The idea intrigues me, because even though I'm determined to learn to cook veggies the most delicious ways possible, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3983207251364707974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=3983207251364707974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/3983207251364707974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/3983207251364707974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-tip.html' title='a good tip'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-8264840214487700168</id><published>2009-07-16T06:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T07:08:02.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story...</title><summary type='text'>Q is a conference held every year for church leaders interested in finding ways for church to influence culture.  The conference invites speakers who know something about culture or who happen to have done something big to influence our world, like Blake Mycoskie with TOMS Shoes, and Catherine Rohr who founded Prison Entrepreneurship Program.  In the words of the Q website:  "Q is a gathering </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8264840214487700168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=8264840214487700168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/8264840214487700168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/8264840214487700168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/story.html' title='Story...'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-5787736999275028556</id><published>2009-07-16T05:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:01:28.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I explain how good it is?</title><summary type='text'>My Hero downloaded a free audio book a couple of weeks ago from christianaudio.com.  The title didn't grab me.  Crazy Love.  But My Hero listened to it during his long commute to work and back, and he came home and recommended it to me with passion in his voice.  I knew it had to be good, because he has shown...mild approval about the last few books I've raved enthusiastically about to him.  He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5787736999275028556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=5787736999275028556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/5787736999275028556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/5787736999275028556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-do-i-explain-how-good-it-is.html' title='How do I explain how good it is?'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-3764933080552151164</id><published>2009-07-02T06:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:00:10.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>a good supper</title><summary type='text'>In an attempt to cook using only real, whole, unprocessed food, I find myself cooking with a new freedom to experiment, to deviate from recipes and alter them to fit my ingredients.  And the surprising part is, so far it has all come out tasting really good.  I guess when the ingredients are really good, it's hard to go wrong. Last night I tried out the new Kitchen Aid pasta roller and fettuccine</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3764933080552151164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=3764933080552151164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/3764933080552151164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/3764933080552151164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-supper.html' title='a good supper'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-6156165955551938219</id><published>2009-06-30T15:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:18:15.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte Mason's thoughts on introducing children to God</title><summary type='text'>"There is one thing the mother will allow herself to do as interpreter between Nature and the child, but that not oftener than once a week or once a month, and with look and gesture of delight rather than with flow of improving words--she will point out to the child some touch of especial loveliness in colouring or grouping in the landscape or in the heavens.  One other thing she will do, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6156165955551938219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=6156165955551938219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/6156165955551938219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/6156165955551938219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/charlotte-masons-thoughts-on.html' title='Charlotte Mason&apos;s thoughts on introducing children to God'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-3758240447660624998</id><published>2009-06-27T06:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:00:26.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascinating</title><summary type='text'>How to Nurture Geniuses</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3758240447660624998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=3758240447660624998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/3758240447660624998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/3758240447660624998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/fascinating.html' title='Fascinating'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-4704622494555334823</id><published>2009-06-27T05:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T06:39:30.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Pursue Pleasure</title><summary type='text'>"There is only one real powerThat you should long to own: Self-denial!Spend all you have to purchase it.Lust after chains of servanthood--never thrones of pride.For servants, worn by willful drudgery,At last wear diadems.Bridle all desire:  For having what you want,Will leave you groveling in wantonness.Feed yourselves with hunger,Then savor all you slowly eat.Thus, self-denial will give you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4704622494555334823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=4704622494555334823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/4704622494555334823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/4704622494555334823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-pursue-pleasure.html' title='Never Pursue Pleasure'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-508969763999537255</id><published>2009-06-26T06:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:57:38.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 gifts'/><title type='text'>13 things that make me glad:</title><summary type='text'>138.  A long, hot day after weeks of rain.139.  Blistered hands, dirty feet, withering weeds, a happy garden.140.  Teabag of spicy chai, steeped in steaming water in a white mug, a little milk and sugar.141.  Contest between baby girl and 30 year old mama:  pink hairbow in darling fine baby hair just thick enough to hold it again, yanked out continually by chubby baby fists.142.  Four year old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/508969763999537255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=508969763999537255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/508969763999537255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/508969763999537255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/13-things-that-make-me-glad.html' title='13 things that make me glad:'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-3905492725664653858</id><published>2009-06-25T06:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:00:46.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The peace of three small ones napping was rudely blasted away by the grating wail of two year old Peanut Butter. I sighed helplessly.  How do I respond?  I knew from experience that the wail meant nothing more than that he was grumpy.  I knew that in another minute or two his brother and sister would wake up from the noise.  Going in to spank him for indulging in such a selfish outburst would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3905492725664653858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=3905492725664653858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/3905492725664653858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/3905492725664653858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/peace-of-three-small-ones-napping-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-4344418075925453217</id><published>2009-05-19T06:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:12:18.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Food, Bad Food</title><summary type='text'>Why is food I love bad for me, "junk food" that rots my teeth and makes me fat, and nutritious food so bland or offensive I have to force myself to eat it?  That's a question I wondered all my life.  I always chalked it up to "The Fall".  Part of the curse that plagues mankind, a result of sin entering the world.  Good food tastes bad, bad food tastes good.I'm learning that it's actually not the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4344418075925453217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=4344418075925453217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/4344418075925453217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/4344418075925453217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-food-bad-food.html' title='Good Food, Bad Food'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-8710354403061511959</id><published>2009-05-18T06:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:06:33.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmer's Market</title><summary type='text'>Saturday morning I visited the farmer's market.  I was looking for fresh veggies.  My own first homegrown veggies won't be ready for months...even my peas, which I started in April, have weeks to go before they're ready to be picked.  But some people who have been at this longer than I have, who devote their...livelihoods?...to growing food, know how to coax their gardens to produce early.I found</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8710354403061511959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=8710354403061511959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/8710354403061511959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/8710354403061511959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/farmers-market.html' title='Farmer&apos;s Market'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-6631140583775531907</id><published>2009-05-08T06:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:53:33.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids are funny'/><title type='text'>Some stories should never be told...</title><summary type='text'>So I won't go into detail about what My Hero and I spent our evening doing yesterday, but I think it was one of those ordeals that permanently changed us, at least a little.I caught Peanut Butter removing items from our basement freezer a few times, and was severe with him that it was not permissible.  I don't often let the boys play in the basement when I'm not down there, for a variety of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6631140583775531907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=6631140583775531907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/6631140583775531907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/6631140583775531907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-stories-should-never-be-told.html' title='Some stories should never be told...'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-4154925472024495962</id><published>2009-05-06T08:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:19:46.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baby girl wails and follows me as I help her older brothers make their beds.  She pulls herself up using the side rail of the bottom bunk and instead of the usual happy squeals, she cries.  I know how she feels, her nose ever producing sticky wet; probably she has the headache I have, too.  After a few minutes of spirits eroding, dissolving under the persistent waves of noisy, wordless complaints</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4154925472024495962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=4154925472024495962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/4154925472024495962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/4154925472024495962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-girl-wails-and-follows-me-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHSVVMO0ks/SgGL3joBa1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/-g4e9xGFpE0/s72-c/STA74930+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017397708633883699.post-3554747861308535802</id><published>2009-05-04T06:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:14:01.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 gifts'/><title type='text'>giving thanks</title><summary type='text'>122.  A new friend, warm, open, already beginning to feel like a sister.  The longing tug to talk with her again.123.  Fine, soft brown hair filling in on baby daughter's head... can it really be so straight?  That she might get the straight hair I've always admired on others...124.  Uninterrupted night's sleep to combat yesterday's flu-like symptoms.  Three kids, all sleeping soundly all night </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3554747861308535802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017397708633883699&amp;postID=3554747861308535802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/3554747861308535802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017397708633883699/posts/default/3554747861308535802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlymorningmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/giving-thanks.html' title='giving thanks'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864160931635627468</uri><email>wessels623@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01245364390840583646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>