<?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-5210478693556202192</id><updated>2009-12-14T07:55:47.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live, Love, Laugh, Hope</title><subtitle type='html'>Because of this, my heart will be glad, my words will be joyful, and I will live in hope. Acts 2:26</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>585</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-2501440561790763735</id><published>2009-12-14T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:55:47.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>While You Were Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7p3nl8niBaY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7p3nl8niBaY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-2501440561790763735?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2501440561790763735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=2501440561790763735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/2501440561790763735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/2501440561790763735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/12/while-you-were-sleeping.html' title='While You Were Sleeping'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-3084587079609372335</id><published>2009-12-10T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:54:09.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ In Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Christ in Me&lt;br /&gt;by Max Lucado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Mary, you and I are indwelt by Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find that hard to believe? How much more did Mary? No one was more surprised by this miracle than she was. And no one more passive than she was. God did everything. Mary didn't volunteer to help. What did she have to offer? She offered no assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she offered no resistance. Instead she said, &lt;em&gt;"Behold, the bond- slave of the Lord; may it be done to me according to your word" (Luke 1:38).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Mary, we tend to assist God, assuming our part is as important as his. Or we resist, thinking we are too bad or too busy. Yet when we assist or resist, we miss God's great grace. We miss out on the reason we were placed on earth-to be so pregnant with heaven's child that he lives through us. To be so full of him that we could say with Paul, "&lt;em&gt;It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me." (Gal. 2:20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would that be like? To have a child within is a miracle, but to have Christ within?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have my voice, but him speaking.&lt;br /&gt;My steps, but Christ leading.&lt;br /&gt;My heart, but his love beating&lt;br /&gt;in me, through me, with me.&lt;br /&gt;What's it like to have Christ on the inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tap his strength when mine expires&lt;br /&gt;or feel the force of heaven's fires&lt;br /&gt;raging, purging wrong desires.&lt;br /&gt;Could Christ become my self entire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much him, so little me&lt;br /&gt;That in my eyes it's him they see.&lt;br /&gt;What's it like to a Mary be?&lt;br /&gt;No longer I, but Christ in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the book Next Door Savior&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-3084587079609372335?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3084587079609372335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=3084587079609372335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/3084587079609372335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/3084587079609372335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/12/christ-in-me.html' title='Christ In Me'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-1473862081850021946</id><published>2009-12-09T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:58:37.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Your Center?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I overheard a couple gals in a store the other day saying how Christmas is only for kids, that kids are the only important factor about Christmas, and if there aren't kids around, there's no point in celebrating Christmas. I have been thinking about that, and while kids can make Christmas fun and special, they are not the reason for Christmas. Well, I take that back. ONE baby, one child is the reason for Christmas. Christmas is not about presents, it's not about cookies, it's not about a perfectly decorated home and tree, nor is it about cards and letters, or parties. Christmas in about a baby. A baby born in a stable in Bethlehem. It's about God sending down His son for you. For me. It's about a life being brought into this world to save mankind from their sins. Yes, it helps to have a childlike wonder as we think of the baby in the manger, and we worship Him for His gift to each of us. Unfortunately, many children in this day and time we live in do not know about the child who came for them, and they miss the wonder of His birth, the star, the shepherds, and the angels. They miss the miracle of a virgin birth by a young woman who was obedient to God, and favored by God. They miss the teaching that Christmas is not about how much they get, but how much was given for them. Children are not the only ones missing this message. Most of our society is missing, forgetting this message. Many hearts have been taught about Jesus, but many have let presents and worldly things replace the true meaning of this season. His presence. Many shift their focus, and Jesus is the last thing that most people think about at Christmas. We allow our hearts to get so preoccupied with busyness, to do lists, and decorating that we forget to stop and remember why we celebrate, we forget to focus on the manger and the baby who came for one reason....to save you and to save me. I am guilty of running so fast, I forget to stop and worship. I am guilty of busyness crowding my mind and not taking the time to focus on the true meaning, the only reason that matters, for Christmas. God has definitely been working on me the past few days and trying hard to center me, to show me that none of that matters, just Him, His Son, His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been experiencing grief over the way I see how Christmas is being treated, and how Jesus has been forgotten. He waits. He waits for us to turn our hearts towards Him, and to remember, to focus on the manger, to remember to draw peace from Him as we sit in wonder of what He gave for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My center has been off, but it has come back to where it should be. Jesus. Where's your center this Christmas? What is most important to you? Where's your focus? What do others see when they look at you, and how you treat this Christmas? If you are a believer, do they see Jesus? If you aren't a believer are you willing to truly search out Jesus and explore the Bible for the gift He has given to you? It's all there, His love poured out across the pages. The book of Matthew or Luke would be a great place to start your journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And while they were there, the time came for her baby to be born. She gave birth to her first child, a son. She wrapped him snugly in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger, because there was no lodging available for them. That night there were shepherds staying in the fields nearby, guarding their flocks of sheep. Suddenly, an angel of the Lord appeared among them, and the radiance of the Lord’s glory surrounded them. They were terrified, but the angel reassured them. “Don’t be afraid!” he said. “I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people. The Savior—yes, the Messiah, the Lord—has been born today in Bethlehem, the city of David! And you will recognize him by this sign: You will find a baby wrapped snugly in strips of cloth, lying in a manger.” Luke 2:6-12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx9QnDuS0AI/AAAAAAAAEJA/Co0bx4eVxQA/s1600-h/jesus_manger.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413133909067223042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx9QnDuS0AI/AAAAAAAAEJA/Co0bx4eVxQA/s400/jesus_manger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-1473862081850021946?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1473862081850021946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=1473862081850021946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/1473862081850021946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/1473862081850021946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/12/wheres-your-center.html' title='Where&apos;s Your Center?'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx9QnDuS0AI/AAAAAAAAEJA/Co0bx4eVxQA/s72-c/jesus_manger.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-5210478693556202192.post-1381460860033757466</id><published>2009-12-08T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:11:08.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Christmas Tree 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Once again, we have a large tree. Yes, 14 ft. tall to be exact. My hubby had to cut a good foot from the top AFTER it was in the house and in the stand. Yes, he left a large green streak across the living room ceiling as he put the tree up. There are 1200 lights on that tree! We could not put the beautiful blue ribbon garland on the tree, as it would have only covered the bottom quarter of the tree. So, it's loaded with our ornaments, which are full of memories, as they have been given to us by loved ones. My parents and grandparents gave us ornaments every year as we grew up, so we had a lot of ornaments when we left home to start our own homes. The tradition continues within family members so we do not have a shortage of ornaments around here, which is why my hubby thinks we always need a gigantic tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our tree gathering involved us, my sister and her family, my cousin, and my parents. We all found our trees that day, enjoyed walking through the woods, and of course, playing in the snow. A number of snowball fights broke out throughout the afternoon. There wasn't much snow on the ground, but it was enough for making a mini snowman, snow angels, and snowballs. We had a great day and enjoyed a lot of laughs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dce7x4FI/AAAAAAAAEIw/sLBOqqf-Dx0/s1600-h/treegatheringstump.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412936914811609170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dce7x4FI/AAAAAAAAEIw/sLBOqqf-Dx0/s400/treegatheringstump.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dIQ4q8CI/AAAAAAAAEHw/skSTbnw068Q/s1600-h/trout.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412936567443091490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dIQ4q8CI/AAAAAAAAEHw/skSTbnw068Q/s400/trout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6eN9a516I/AAAAAAAAEI4/SEorhCTI98M/s1600-h/treegatheringsnowballataunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6eN9a516I/AAAAAAAAEI4/SEorhCTI98M/s1600-h/treegatheringsnowballataunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412937764808808354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6eN9a516I/AAAAAAAAEI4/SEorhCTI98M/s400/treegatheringsnowballataunt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guess who is about to get this snowball, even though she's holding an expensive camera?? Six year olds don't seem to care when it comes to pelting an aunt with a snow ball. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dbu-56dI/AAAAAAAAEIg/4FPraa2Khus/s1600-h/treegatheringsnowfight.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412936901939816914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dbu-56dI/AAAAAAAAEIg/4FPraa2Khus/s400/treegatheringsnowfight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dbXpgq6I/AAAAAAAAEIY/ocAC8SIglmE/s1600-h/treegatheringsnowball.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412936895676066722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dbXpgq6I/AAAAAAAAEIY/ocAC8SIglmE/s400/treegatheringsnowball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6db21uU8I/AAAAAAAAEIo/E_o4gFvvErI/s1600-h/treegatheringsnowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412936904048792514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6db21uU8I/AAAAAAAAEIo/E_o4gFvvErI/s400/treegatheringsnowman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dJp-HS3I/AAAAAAAAEIQ/ElscVfDxB9I/s1600-h/treegatheringenjoyingsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412936591356676978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dJp-HS3I/AAAAAAAAEIQ/ElscVfDxB9I/s400/treegatheringenjoyingsnow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dJYwBf8I/AAAAAAAAEII/YhzpNgFNjac/s1600-h/treegathering.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412936586734174146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dJYwBf8I/AAAAAAAAEII/YhzpNgFNjac/s400/treegathering.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Making a snow angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dI24JqPI/AAAAAAAAEIA/SBD9v6tWiGw/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412936577641457906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dI24JqPI/AAAAAAAAEIA/SBD9v6tWiGw/s400/tree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dIoOroBI/AAAAAAAAEH4/_9u68mw3pr0/s1600-h/tree-lit.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412936573709426706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dIoOroBI/AAAAAAAAEH4/_9u68mw3pr0/s400/tree-lit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-1381460860033757466?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1381460860033757466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=1381460860033757466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/1381460860033757466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/1381460860033757466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-christmas-tree-2009.html' title='The Great Christmas Tree 2009'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sx6dce7x4FI/AAAAAAAAEIw/sLBOqqf-Dx0/s72-c/treegatheringstump.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-5210478693556202192.post-6377893602102606807</id><published>2009-12-07T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T07:39:07.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This will be a short post, as I have a spotty connection this morning.  I am typing from my laptop, as our power has been off for some time now.  It's at or below 0 outside, to top things off.  My hubby was supposed to be in Spokane by 7 am this morning, but since the power was off, and we did not set alarms on our cell phones, his alarm  clock did not go off at 6, but his internal alarm went off at 6:30, so it was a very rushed morning for him.  I was out collecting wood from the wood pile, and thankful we have wood heat to stay warm, before it was even light out this morning.  It's painfully cold out there today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The show I did over the weekend went ok.  I didn't sell much, I don't think too many did, but got to see a lot of old friends and catch up so that made it worth it.  The night before the show, I got to spend some time with my sis and really enjoyed that time.  We don't get much sister time now that I am an hour away, so those couple hours were precious moments of time for just the two of us.  I also enjoyed a rice crust pizza at Second Avenue, which is always a tasty treat!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yesterday we braved the cold and ventured to Spokane to meet up with my hubby's brother and his wife.  They live in central Washington, so we only see them a couple times a year.  We met yesterday to exchange gifts and catch up a bit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It was a very cold, busy weekend, but it was a good one, with time spent with people who matter and are important to me.  I am thankful for precious moments of time with family and friends.  Now, I need to go  check that fire and make sure it's still going as the house is getting quite chilly!!  Happy Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-6377893602102606807?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6377893602102606807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=6377893602102606807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/6377893602102606807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/6377893602102606807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-1806788866114302096</id><published>2009-12-04T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:26:16.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nieces, Lights, and Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My nieces are here today.  They spent the night last night with great anticipation of going to see the house that dances with lights to music in Post Falls.  The anticipation quickly turned to sadness as two little girls were deeply disappointed that the house was dark.  I would say one adult was disappointed as well.  I love Christmas lights, and since discovering that house two years ago in Post Falls, we look forward to going over, tuning in the radio station, and enjoying the show.  The next fifteen minutes were filled with why's from a five and six year old in the backseat.  We ventured to the Resort, where I had only planned to look at the lights from the car since it was 21 degrees, but since the pleas from the backseat were to go walk out and see the lights, I agreed.  The girls were met with warm hugs from Frosty and Rudolph who were handing out candy canes out on the dock.  The three of us did not go far, as it got so cold none of us could move our faces!!  The lights were beautiful, as always, and helped to ease the broken-heartedness of the dancing lights house.  We did find one on the way home in Hayden that plays music and the lights go with the music, just a scaled down version of the big show in Post Falls.  They enjoyed it, so that helped!  We came home, curled up on the couch, looked at the lights around our neighborhood through the window, and enjoyed popcorn and tea that the uncle waiting at home made for all of us.  Now, I am getting ready to head to Sandpoint where I will be at a show at the fairgrounds tomorrow with some of my pictures.  I am a bit nervous, as my pictures are very personal to me, but when my parents brought it up, I figured I would give it a try.  I have a lot to do before tonight's set up time, so better gather up the girls and head north!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-1806788866114302096?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1806788866114302096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=1806788866114302096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/1806788866114302096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/1806788866114302096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/12/nieces-lights-and-pictures.html' title='Nieces, Lights, and Pictures'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-8920616843235339309</id><published>2009-12-02T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:33:51.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Last night I was blessed to spend almost four hours with a special group of friends. In September, I was the common link to all but one gal. The others had never met, or had only met a couple times. We came together to do the &lt;em&gt;Captivating&lt;/em&gt; study by John and Stasi Eldredge, a book and study which I highly recommend all women get, read, and really chew on what she talks about in the book. It's a great study and even better when you go through it with other women. Our group did not meet last week because of Thanksgiving, so we were all happy to be back together and catch up with each other. Our group has become a close knit bunch of friends, who support each other, pray for and with one another, and encourage each other. I missed last week when we were not together, and something in my week definitely seemed to be missing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's important to have others in our lives, who can help us out when we are struggling, who can celebrate with us when good things happen, who can hold us accountable when we go off the path we were on, and who are there to laugh and cry with us through good times and the tough times.  I have had a hard time in the past letting others in to my life because of past experiences of betrayal and backstabbing.  However, when you seek out true friends and use discernment, you can be richly blessed by letting others into your life, to see the real you.  I am grateful for a group of diverse woman on Tuesday's who have all become good, trusted friends.  I am thankful that God brought a group of woman together, who through other circumstances would not be a group of woman who would have just become friends easily, but HE knew what we all needed and HE brought this group together, for love, support, encouragement, and friendship.  I needed that.  I think others in the group did as well.  Before this group, I really only let a couple people in to the deep depths of my life.  One lives in Moscow, my dearest and closest friend, and one is in this group.  I am thankful for Godly women in my life.  I am thankful for friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work: If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!&lt;br /&gt;Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. Ecclesiastes 4:9-10, 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-8920616843235339309?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8920616843235339309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=8920616843235339309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/8920616843235339309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/8920616843235339309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-2577036785643878818</id><published>2009-11-30T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:52:23.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's that time of year where I start to have panic attacks, especially this week after Thanksgiving.  I think of all that needs done for Christmas, how I don't have the house decorated, the cards that need written and sent, the packages that need wrapped and sent.  I feel overwhelmed that I have so much to do, and all I want to do is have the house decorated and sit back and enjoy, and focus on true meaning of Christmas, a babe in a manger, Jesus.  I don't know why I put myself through this every year, but I do. I don't know why I get overwhelmed, but I do.  I want things to be 'perfect' in my home as we celebrate our Savior's birth.  It's quite dumb on ny part, actually.  It's self-inflicted hysteria that I bring upon myself.  All my Savior wants from me is me.  He doesn't care how big the tree is and if all the ornaments are perfect, he doesn't care if I have everything perfect in my home with all the decorations, or if the outside of the house is lit up better than or equal to the neighbors.  He just wants me, my full heart, to focus on Him.  He wants all of me.  As this week moves on, I am going to try to bring that focus daily, sometimes, minute by minute to be on Him and the real, the true reason for this time of year, which is CHRISTMAS, Christ's birth.  I pray that your hearts are calm as well, and not overwhelmed by what WE have made this season.  Come before Him as we celebrate his birth with peace, and focus on His gift for all of us, His birth which led to His death for each of our sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-2577036785643878818?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2577036785643878818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=2577036785643878818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/2577036785643878818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/2577036785643878818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-5947493734723724260</id><published>2009-11-25T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:22:48.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace-Filled Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I am thankful that my computer is finally working, again. I got up to a computer that was not working correctly, so I went off to my appointment, then went for a drive. Most of the area was socked in with fog, but our area, and an area lake were not, so I decided to take in the sunshine, and runaway to do for a bit from the Thanksgiving prep and house cleaning that I need to finish . I'm glad I did. The temperature hit 50 while I was at the lake. Like I have stated before, I relax at the lake and seem to forget about all the stuff going on in life while I take in the beauty of the water, the wildlife, and all God's creation, along with the quiet. Today's drive reminded me to be thankful for the little things, and to see beauty in all things. I was reminded that God is in the small stuff, as well as the big stuff going on in my life, and the lives of those I care about, and that He never leaves our sides. I was reminded how I need those quiet times, as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had my faithful companion, my dog, with me, and she enjoyed the drive as much as I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2p38Jld4I/AAAAAAAAEGY/RKKtQj7-BwQ/s1600/hauser-drive.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408165506046064514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2p38Jld4I/AAAAAAAAEGY/RKKtQj7-BwQ/s400/hauser-drive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am thankful for the pocket of sunshine, amidst the fog today. I am thankful for the quiet time I had at the lake. I am thankful for the beauty in all I saw. I am thankful I have a car to take on a drive. I am thankful for times to rejuvenate my soul. I am thankful for the ducks and geese I saw. I am thankful for the houseful of company we are going to have tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2qUNMwUII/AAAAAAAAEHY/IMXvoEYyfAw/s1600/hauser-wetlands.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408165991659098242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2qUNMwUII/AAAAAAAAEHY/IMXvoEYyfAw/s400/hauser-wetlands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2qbpc4SiI/AAAAAAAAEHo/jqaS29o8g4A/s1600/turkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408166119502006818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2qbpc4SiI/AAAAAAAAEHo/jqaS29o8g4A/s400/turkeys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought these turkeys were pretty brave to be running around in the open the day before Thanksgiving! There was a total of 16 in this bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2qUrz0FxI/AAAAAAAAEHg/z3Xvxd5VZrE/s1600/trees%40hauser.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408165999875987218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2qUrz0FxI/AAAAAAAAEHg/z3Xvxd5VZrE/s400/trees%40hauser.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2qT_fvo_I/AAAAAAAAEHQ/nt50L24XgPU/s1600/hauserwetland.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408165987980649458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2qT_fvo_I/AAAAAAAAEHQ/nt50L24XgPU/s400/hauserwetland.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2qTqZkQcI/AAAAAAAAEHI/eNt2o0eWd84/s1600/hausertrees.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408165982317593026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2qTqZkQcI/AAAAAAAAEHI/eNt2o0eWd84/s400/hausertrees.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2qTTb-U-I/AAAAAAAAEHA/o_37-BhA-10/s1600/hauserrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408165976153674722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2qTTb-U-I/AAAAAAAAEHA/o_37-BhA-10/s400/hauserrock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2p5NRNY-I/AAAAAAAAEG4/S5uqp8WdDNc/s1600/Hauser-Landing-View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408165527821312994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2p5NRNY-I/AAAAAAAAEG4/S5uqp8WdDNc/s400/Hauser-Landing-View.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2p4t9orbI/AAAAAAAAEGo/yFaE1zrOcnY/s1600/Hauserlake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408165519417716146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2p4t9orbI/AAAAAAAAEGo/yFaE1zrOcnY/s400/Hauserlake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2p4EipreI/AAAAAAAAEGg/hMwpydNod6g/s1600/hauserducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 363px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408165508298681826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2p4EipreI/AAAAAAAAEGg/hMwpydNod6g/s400/hauserducks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2pdTr2xkI/AAAAAAAAEF4/LxS0j2E-g4s/s1600/hauserbush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408165048507352642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2pdTr2xkI/AAAAAAAAEF4/LxS0j2E-g4s/s400/hauserbush.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2pecfwxpI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/w1rztVTQEp4/s1600/Hauser-dock-view2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408165068052416146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2pecfwxpI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/w1rztVTQEp4/s400/Hauser-dock-view2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2peDAUTLI/AAAAAAAAEGI/oIB7lLgdZ-s/s1600/Hauser-dock-trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408165061209640114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2peDAUTLI/AAAAAAAAEGI/oIB7lLgdZ-s/s400/Hauser-dock-trees.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2pd8a_MuI/AAAAAAAAEGA/pbCNuKoG1oQ/s1600/Hauser-dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408165059442455266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2pd8a_MuI/AAAAAAAAEGA/pbCNuKoG1oQ/s400/Hauser-dock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2pdOnBroI/AAAAAAAAEFw/UnPtTsRC4-I/s1600/Hauser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408165047144918658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2pdOnBroI/AAAAAAAAEFw/UnPtTsRC4-I/s400/Hauser.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-5947493734723724260?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5947493734723724260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=5947493734723724260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/5947493734723724260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/5947493734723724260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/peace-filled-drive.html' title='Peace-Filled Drive'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sw2p38Jld4I/AAAAAAAAEGY/RKKtQj7-BwQ/s72-c/hauser-drive.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-5210478693556202192.post-1441085555906538935</id><published>2009-11-24T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:30:12.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude and Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow. ~ Melody Beattie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Thankful list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Photo albums filled with memories.  Memories of my grandparents who are not on this earth any longer.  Memories of childhood laughter with my sister.  Memories of neighborhood friends.  Memories of simpler times when all I needed was mom &amp;amp; dad, my dog, and a bike or a Barbie and life seemed complete.  Memories of my early married life, where we didn't have much in the way of material things, but we had a lot of happiness and love, and we grew in love with each other each day, and continue to do so to this day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cards, emails, texts or facebook postings from friends.  Their words and thoughts bless my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Listening to my 5 &amp;amp; 6 year old nieces sing.  God has given them amazing talent already at their age, and I pray they keep growing that talent.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Going for a walk with my hubby and my dog, especially when we walk along Coeur d'Alene Lake drive.  It's such a beautiful spot, and we all love to walk there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Christmas, which celebrates the birth of Jesus!  Christmas lights, that to me, show light and hope to the world because of a Savior's birth.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Journals where I can freely pour out my thoughts.  There is a lot of 'therapy' in writing for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Popcorn, air popped, with a light sprinkling of sea salt...one of my favorite snacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-1441085555906538935?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1441085555906538935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=1441085555906538935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/1441085555906538935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/1441085555906538935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/gratitude-and-thanks.html' title='Gratitude and Thanks'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-7933989288746167070</id><published>2009-11-23T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:35:33.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie and Rude Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yesterday we went to see the movie The Blind Side. It was a great movie, based on the life of football player Michael Ohre. I highly recommend the movie! There are a lot of great life lessons throughout the movie, and it leaves you with some hope. What did not leave me feeling good were two ladies in their late 60's who were just rude. One came into the row we were sitting in. The theater was packed at this showing. She wanted our seats, and was very loud about it. She says in a very loud voice, 'if these people would just move down, we could all sit together. I don't understand why you come in and take a seat in the middle of the aisle." I wanted to say because it's where we choose to sit, because we got here early enough to pick our seats, but I didn't. She continued ranting and raving, never talking directly to us, but kept going on about how we should move down to accommodate her and her loud self. The row was full, so there was only one seat that we could have moved down by the time she finished her rant. Again, she never asked just thought half the row of seated people should move because she was throwing a fit and scowling at everyone around her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We went through the movie, which is around two and a half hours long. Enjoyed it, and were getting ready to leave. I had to stop by the ladies room, since I had three glasses of iced tea before we went to the movie (note to self, don't do that again!) and there was along line waiting. I had two ladies step in line behind me. A girl, probably around 12, walked past our line into the restroom. You could tell by looking at her she was a nice girl, probably very quiet and shy. I figured she was waiting for her mom, which turned out to be right. The lady behind my starts yelling in my ear in a snotty tone, "Excuse me, excuse me little girl. Oh little girl, HEY LITTLE GIRL, excuse me! We are all in line. See this line, yes you little girl, this is the line, and you can't just walk by us and think you are going to cut in line ahead of us. We were all here before you, little girl." The poor girl was so embarrassed once she figured out the mean lady was talking to her. In a couple seconds time, that mean lady brought down the self esteem of that preteen in a heart beat, made her turn ten shades of red, and feel like hiding. I could tell when her momma emerged because, although she looked sweet and kind, she had a fire in her eyes as she scanned the line of ladies waiting. As I was leaving the restroom, this same loud lady was mad and cussing because she had to dry her hands using an air dryer. She was going on to her friend about how she paid $9 to see a movie and now had to use an air dryer on her hands. I just rolled my eyes and wanted to tell her if she wants the ritzy lifestyle she was portraying from her snobbery, North Idaho probably isn't where she should live and she should probably move back to where she came from. Instead, I left shaking my head and grateful that I am not like either one of those woman, both of which seem to have a deep root of anger and bitterness in their hearts and they take it out on all around them, and for all to hear. It seems they are the type that put others down to make themselves feel better. I felt sorry for the girl who was assaulted in her heart by the mean lady in line. I hope her mom helped to heal those wounds. Heart wounds are the worst, and that girl was embarrassed in front of a group of 10-20 woman, for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Continuing on with my Thankful list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Canadian Geese, I love to watch them and listen to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hummingbirds, so small, delicate, and beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The four seasons, even if winter does get a bit long where I live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;New buds on plants that emerge in Spring and bring with them hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Snow-covered mountains that sparkle as the sun hits them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I am thankful for teachers such as Max Lucado, Beth Moore, and John &amp;amp; Stasi Eldridge, and for my youth pastor when I was in high school who taught me so much and never gave up hope in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A hot bath on a cold night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;God's Word which is filled with promises to fill me with hope in the dark times of life, the hard time of life. God's Word which fills me with hope in the good times of life, the times filled with joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Knowing that JOY is in the heart, not based on circumstances of things that make us happy or make us feel good, but deep JOY always helps our hearts to feel peace and contentment in knowing the love our Heavenly Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;For my husband's job, which provides for our needs. A year ago, he was without a job, and times were a bit stressful in our home. Although we had a deep peace that God would provide, it was just a matter of when. I am thankful HE provided a better job for my husband than what he had to start with, and that we only had to go about eight weeks without a paycheck. I am thankful for the great job he has now, and for the company he works for who takes great care of their employees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-7933989288746167070?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7933989288746167070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=7933989288746167070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/7933989288746167070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/7933989288746167070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-we-went-to-see-movie-blind.html' title='Movie and Rude Ladies'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-284722291098726620</id><published>2009-11-19T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T07:36:36.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I have a house full of family visiting, so today's post will be quick. I just want to continue with my thankful list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today I am thankful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The safe return of Allie to her home! All who banded together and prayed for her, and searched for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hot tea that warms a cold body on a very cold night last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bright, shiny, twinkling stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Looking at life through the wonder of a 5 &amp;amp; 6 year olds eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-284722291098726620?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/284722291098726620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=284722291098726620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/284722291098726620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/284722291098726620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-house-full-of-family-visiting-so.html' title=''/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-7671522166883898107</id><published>2009-11-17T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:32:37.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Girl, Please Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;UPDATE:  She was found this afternoon!  She is safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/SwOnCrAeKJI/AAAAAAAAEFo/1ChHbBPhB7U/s1600/allietodd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405347642121005202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/SwOnCrAeKJI/AAAAAAAAEFo/1ChHbBPhB7U/s400/allietodd.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/SwOmG-itjzI/AAAAAAAAEFg/k4arYbduu00/s1600/alitodd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405346616572743474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/SwOmG-itjzI/AAAAAAAAEFg/k4arYbduu00/s400/alitodd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This is our friend's daughter. Her name is Allie. She is thirteen. She ran away from home on Sunday afternoon, on her bike, in the Post Falls area. She has not made any contact with anyone since Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please look at her picture. If you see her call 911 and report it. Please feel free to spread the word - especially the Post Falls middle school. She is an 8th grader at PFMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for her and for their family! There is a reward for information leading to her return home, so if you know anything, please contact the police or sheriff immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-7671522166883898107?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7671522166883898107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=7671522166883898107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/7671522166883898107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/7671522166883898107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/missing-girl-please-help.html' title='Missing Girl, Please Help!'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/SwOnCrAeKJI/AAAAAAAAEFo/1ChHbBPhB7U/s72-c/allietodd.bmp' 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-5210478693556202192.post-6864860203007968421</id><published>2009-11-17T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:46:39.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Soapbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I read an article last night that still has me upset this morning. The government is now recommending the woman do not need mammograms or an MRI for breast cancer exams, until age 50, and that "&lt;em&gt;the task force recommends against instructing women how to do self-exams."&lt;/em&gt; What??? This same group also says "cancer is rare in younger women." Really, because I have three cousins who were diagnosed with breast cancer in their early 30's, and one friend who got breast cancer in her 20's and died from the disease in her early 30's. I know of several other woman who have breast cancer in their 30's.  Am I a proponent of radiation being put in your body, no!  However, MRI's supposedly don't put radiation in our bodies, and more than any of that, WHAT IS WRONG WITH SELF EXAMS?  On the other hand, this same government is the same one filling the shelves of grocery stores with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seedsofdeception.com/Public/AboutGeneticallyModifiedFoods/index.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;genetically modified foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;, filled with hormones, antibiotics, pesticides, preservatives, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lef.org/magazine/mag2008/dec2008_Metabolic-Dangers-of-High-Fructose-Corn-Syrup_01.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;high fructose corn syrup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetpoison.com/aspartame-sweeteners.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;artificial sweeteners &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;which all are detrimental to our health.  The government pushes foods that give us cancer but don't want us to be screened for cancer.  The food that the FDA approves is not the pure, organic food that was made as God intended food to be.  I have been saying for the past couple years that our government is trying to kill us off.  I stand beside that comment.  I am not trying to be an extremist, but how can a government tell woman not to do self breast exams??  How can they say to not get checked for cancer, whether it be through MRI or mammogram?  WE need to be in charge of our health!  The government is obviously trying to take that away, through the foods that contaminate our stores, the prescription drugs that have been made for everything, and through their 'health care' plan.  Yes, I know that some prescription drugs are needed and help people and I am not against that.  I am against the 'take a pill for everything, and here's another pill to take to counteract the pill you are taking' mentality.  All you have to do is watch commercials to see the evidence of pill pushing.  We as American people need to stand up and say enough is enough and be in charge of our own health and the decisions made.  We need to tell the government that we are in charge of the decisions we make for our bodies, not them.  We need to eat better as well, and think of the ingredients we are putting in our body.  Stand up for your health, and do it now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thankful list today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am thankful that three years ago I started to understand the dangers of genetically modified foods, high fructose corn syrups, and artificial sweeteners and have taken them out of my diet, and now eat whole foods, and organic whenever I can, food the way God created it be!  I feel much better eating this way, and as a benefit, have lost 65 pounds.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;For my friend over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplerawhealth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Simple Raw Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt; who has helped me along the way, although I am not a raw foodist like she is, I love her ideas and her advice, and she has taught me a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;For my medical doctor and my naturalpath, who both have taught me a lot about eating healthy and the dangers in our foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;For Pilgrim's Market, Fred Meyer, and Huckleberries Market, where I buy whole foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-6864860203007968421?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6864860203007968421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=6864860203007968421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/6864860203007968421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/6864860203007968421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/health-soapbox.html' title='Health Soapbox'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-1194886660277081383</id><published>2009-11-16T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:06:48.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Continuing with my days of gratitude, today I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A house that is a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wood heat that warms us in our home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food and water to provide for our needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things that were our grandparents, that have no earthly value but a lot of heart value to both of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bed to lay my head and rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A yard to grow flowers, berries, and garden crops in, as well as to sit and relax and enjoy the beauty of the outdoors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books, of which I have plenty, that line a couple walls in my home. Somehow, I find comfort in books and in the knowledge they possess within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Where is home? Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness. Home is where the heart's tears can dry at their own pace." ~Vernon G Baker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;""A True Home - A roof to keep out the rain. Four walls to keep out the wind. Floors to keep out the cold. Yes, but home is more than that. It is warmth of loving hearts, light from happy eyes, kindness, loyalty, comradeship. Where you go for comfort when you are hurt or sick, and where joy is shared and sorrow eased. Where all are respected and loved. Where the simplest food is good enough for kings because it is earned. Where money is not so important as loving-kindness. Where even the teakettle sings from happiness. That is home.""     ~ Ernestine Schumann-Heink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-1194886660277081383?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1194886660277081383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=1194886660277081383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/1194886660277081383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/1194886660277081383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-8518633096415561948</id><published>2009-11-14T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:53:05.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yesterday brought a nice lunch with my husband at the Coeur d'Alene Resort. It's rare that he is in the area for the day, but he was part of yesterday, so we met to enjoy a meal together. As we were eating, an eagle flew right by the windows and we watched his grace and beauty as he went along down the lake. After lunch, my hubby went back to work, and I went for a drive down Coeur d'Alene Lake Drive to see if I could spot some eagles, since I know they start to come back this time of year. I was fortunate to see seven eagles, numerous loons, and a few western grebes. The snow started to lightly fall as I was watching the eagles glide above the lake. I must admit, I am still like a little kid with the first snow fall. Yesterday, as much as I'm not ready for winter to begin, I felt this excitement inside as I watched large flakes drift down from the sky. The large flakes started to come down heavier, and the wind picked up and it was suddenly like a mini blizzard outside, but it was so pretty. I felt like I was inside a snow globe, minus the turning upside down, and the water. We have about an inch snow on the ground, and it is pretty out. The trees are flocked with snow, the fence posts all have little caps, and everything looks clean and bright. Right now, the sun is breaking through the clouds, and everything is sparkling like little diamonds and it's very pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thankful list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;First snow and feeling like a kid again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Getting to see the loons, eagles, and grebes yesterday, as I sat in the silence on the shoreline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;The gift of sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fresh starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;My camera, which helps me capture the beauty I am surrounded by each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-8518633096415561948?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8518633096415561948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=8518633096415561948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/8518633096415561948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/8518633096415561948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-2862302102393890606</id><published>2009-11-13T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:05:59.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, our God, we give you thanks, and praise your glorious name. 1 Chronicles 29:13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2OIDzAH8I/AAAAAAAAEFI/LaOYSIe6lYI/s1600-h/2009+10+08_7007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;My thankful list for today all have to do with God, the artist and creator:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2PS8r6DHI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/bPl8aaLg41k/s1600-h/2009-09-07_6022.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403632683605167218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2PS8r6DHI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/bPl8aaLg41k/s400/2009-09-07_6022.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2OHTtALwI/AAAAAAAAEE4/-tgLVsDWxdQ/s1600-h/blogtop.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403631384113721090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2OHTtALwI/AAAAAAAAEE4/-tgLVsDWxdQ/s400/blogtop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sunsets, each one is uniquely designed and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2PTb3xvaI/AAAAAAAAEFY/_V1_DJp55Sw/s1600-h/Late-September-Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403632691976453538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2PTb3xvaI/AAAAAAAAEFY/_V1_DJp55Sw/s400/Late-September-Sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2NHVRQCrI/AAAAAAAAEEo/MFU5cZzSHfw/s1600-h/IMG_7344.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403630285022562994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2NHVRQCrI/AAAAAAAAEEo/MFU5cZzSHfw/s400/IMG_7344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2NHEEr95I/AAAAAAAAEEg/qNLXHqkw2gY/s1600-h/IMG_9471_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403630280406464402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2NHEEr95I/AAAAAAAAEEg/qNLXHqkw2gY/s400/IMG_9471_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;The powerful beauty in waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2NGjQEP7I/AAAAAAAAEEY/jc7H_LXlSV4/s1600-h/IMG_6155.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403630271595823026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2NGjQEP7I/AAAAAAAAEEY/jc7H_LXlSV4/s400/IMG_6155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;The grace and elegance of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2MC70CfqI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/McP8Ei-3jxE/s1600-h/bfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403629109958049442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2MC70CfqI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/McP8Ei-3jxE/s400/bfly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;The power and majesty of eagles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2MCE51QcI/AAAAAAAAEEA/RVnWzj8pZ6k/s1600-h/Eagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403629095218397634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2MCE51QcI/AAAAAAAAEEA/RVnWzj8pZ6k/s400/Eagle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dragonflies..the intricate details in something so small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2MB-CGobI/AAAAAAAAED4/oLNCqVEKmSw/s1600-h/dragonfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403629093374042546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2MB-CGobI/AAAAAAAAED4/oLNCqVEKmSw/s400/dragonfly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2MCcIJK0I/AAAAAAAAEEI/QxvGgLF8wAk/s1600-h/lake-cda-fall-leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403629101452438338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2MCcIJK0I/AAAAAAAAEEI/QxvGgLF8wAk/s400/lake-cda-fall-leaves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing beauty of living in north Idaho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2MBcXSivI/AAAAAAAAEDw/7v6BOVw7r0k/s1600-h/2009-09-07_5973_edited-1.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403629084336098034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2MBcXSivI/AAAAAAAAEDw/7v6BOVw7r0k/s400/2009-09-07_5973_edited-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see his invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse for not knowing God. Yes, they knew God, but they wouldn’t worship him as God or even give him thanks.   Romans 1:20-21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-2862302102393890606?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2862302102393890606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=2862302102393890606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/2862302102393890606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/2862302102393890606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-for-creation.html' title='Thankful for Creation'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/Sv2PS8r6DHI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/bPl8aaLg41k/s72-c/2009-09-07_6022.gif' 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-5210478693556202192.post-2889547110454254703</id><published>2009-11-12T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:44:46.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry and Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am inwardly fashioned for faith, not for fear. Fear is not my native land; faith is. I am so made that worry and anxiety are sand in the machinery of life; faith is the oil. I live better by faith and confidence than by fear, doubt and anxiety. In anxiety and worry, my being is gasping for breath - these are not my native air. But in faith and confidence, I breathe freely - these are my native air. A John Hopkins University doctor says, "We do not know why it is that worriers die sooner than the non-worriers, but that is a fact." But I, who am simple of mind, think I know; We are inwardly constructed in nerve and tissue, brain cell and soul, for faith and not for fear. God made us that way. To live by worry is to live against reality. ~Eli E. Stanley Jones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Wow and ouch...that's much easier to say, and read, than it is to live for me. I am a type A personality, and worry seems to come whether I want it to or not. Of course the more I try not to worry, the more I worry about worrying! =) It is definitely something I need to work on. I know worry affects health because I know how it can affect mine, and I've seen it affect others. It seems I hand my worry, troubles, to God, then I take them back. I lay them at the foot of the cross, and run back and take grab them for myself to carry, to trudge along with a heavy load, when God is right there waiting to take them and to help me be free from worry. I need to leave them with God. I need to really work on that this month&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing? Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? Can all your worries add a single moment to your life? “And why worry about your clothing? Look at the lilies of the field and how they grow. They don’t work or make their clothing, yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are. And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith? “So don’t worry about these things, saying, ‘What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?’ These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs. Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need. “So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today’s trouble is enough for today. Matthew 6:25-34&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thankful list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The group of ladies at my Tuesday night Captivating study...a couple months ago we were strangers, now we are friends. We have developed an amazing bond and I am so thankful for each one of them being in my life. Each woman brings a special piece into my life, and I am definitely blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The ability to feel/touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Authentic friends, of which I have two that are extra blessings from God...one I have met only once in person, but we communicate via email and blogs, but she's always honest with me, and prays for me, as I pray for her. We seem to think a lot a like, and she has helped me a lot in many areas of my life. One moved a little further away a couple months ago, but we talk a couple times a week, and stay in touch as best we can. God seems to share situations and thoughts in our lives, so we usually know what the other is struggling with or needs prayer for, just because over the past six years, that's the way our friendship has developed. We also share a lot of laughs together. I am grateful for both these ladies, as I am other friends who are there for me when I need them or when I just want to talk, or cry, or laugh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-2889547110454254703?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2889547110454254703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=2889547110454254703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/2889547110454254703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/2889547110454254703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/worry-and-fear.html' title='Worry and Fear'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-6266434477721086376</id><published>2009-11-11T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:15:27.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/SvpyHO_20JI/AAAAAAAAEDo/F6eVS-blr5k/s1600-h/vetsday09.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402756171594911890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/SvpyHO_20JI/AAAAAAAAEDo/F6eVS-blr5k/s400/vetsday09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Veterans! Your service to our country is greatly appreciated and we offer our deepest thanks for all you sacrificed to keep our freedoms alive in this country. Thank you seems like such a meager offering, but it is extended with deepest gratitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEjWaSHowZE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEjWaSHowZE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(47 seconds into this video is a picture of our niece, quite a surprise, and honor, to see as I was watching this video.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;If you appreciate living in a free country, speak up and stand up, America! It's time to be heard and be noticed. Freedom is precious, and it can slip away very quickly. Don't be idle, protect your freedoms. Too many men and woman have died to protect this country and it's freedom for us to not fight for that freedom within our country every day. Get some pride back in being an American, and fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thank you to all Veterans! We honor and appreciate you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today, I am thankful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Flag..&lt;em&gt;red is for the blood, blue is for the bruise, white is for the eyes that fought for me and you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All those who serve and have served our country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Those who gave the greatest sacrifice by laying down their lives for this country and our freedoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Freedoms, even though they are slipping away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The forefathers of this country, who helped to shape it into a place where those living in it could be free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-6266434477721086376?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6266434477721086376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=6266434477721086376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/6266434477721086376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/6266434477721086376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Day'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/SvpyHO_20JI/AAAAAAAAEDo/F6eVS-blr5k/s72-c/vetsday09.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-5210478693556202192.post-7089403069000319441</id><published>2009-11-10T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:18:38.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The List Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Every moment in time is a gift and a blessing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Things I am thankful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;My sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Nieces, and their hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sitting by a lake, which brings me peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The ability to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Giggling so hard, your stomach hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My dog, even when she eats all the carrots of of my garden. She is a faithful companion and shows true unconditional love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Electricity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Indoor plumbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good! His faithful love endures forever.1 Chronicles 16:34&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-7089403069000319441?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7089403069000319441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=7089403069000319441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/7089403069000319441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/7089403069000319441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/list-continues.html' title='The List Continues'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-1892423297722530194</id><published>2009-11-09T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:13:04.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;As Thanksgiving draws close, I hope that everyone reading this actually remembers to be thankful. It's easy to get so busy that we forget to take time to give thanks. Starting today, I am going to post a few things each day I am thankful for throughout the rest of the month, along with my regular posts. I challenge you to do the same, whether it's on a blog, facebook, or writing them down on a piece of paper that you add to each day, just make sure to keep it visible so you remember to think of what you are thankful for throughout the day. If you are down, that is a good time to write out things you are thankful for in your life, because it will help you to see the good things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Things I am thankful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The soldiers who serve, and fight for, our country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Jesus dying for me on the cross, to free me from my sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;The Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The ability to read and write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My husband, who loves me through the good times and the not so good times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The Oregon coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Always be joyful. Never stop praying. Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you who belong to Christ Jesus." 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18, NLT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-1892423297722530194?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1892423297722530194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=1892423297722530194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/1892423297722530194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/1892423297722530194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-729262572931360251</id><published>2009-11-07T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:49:18.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/SvWVdwSO7NI/AAAAAAAAEDg/BPPgYrJY-8A/s1600-h/2009+10+29_7446.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401387666510900434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/SvWVdwSO7NI/AAAAAAAAEDg/BPPgYrJY-8A/s400/2009+10+29_7446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today, our youngest niece turns 5, wow, time goes so fast! We are blessed to have her in our lives, and we are extra blessed by her giggle, her hugs and kisses, and her love. Today, everything is about pink and princesses as she celebrates her birthday! She is the one who has always says she can do it, no matter how small she is, and she has a very inquisitive side to her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/SvWVdbas1LI/AAAAAAAAEDY/S8QCEl1xX_0/s1600-h/hannah+b+%26+w.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401387660909270194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/SvWVdbas1LI/AAAAAAAAEDY/S8QCEl1xX_0/s400/hannah+b+%26+w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy birthday! We love you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-729262572931360251?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/729262572931360251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=729262572931360251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/729262572931360251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/729262572931360251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2R6necH_tm4/SvWVdwSO7NI/AAAAAAAAEDg/BPPgYrJY-8A/s72-c/2009+10+29_7446.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-5210478693556202192.post-2060578963291576851</id><published>2009-11-05T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:15:32.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;The state of being sound asleep, and the darkness of the middle of the night, was suddenly interrupted by our dog barking ferociously and running downstairs.  My husband and I in our sleepy states, both flew out of bed, without really knowing what we were doing until we reached the bottom of the stairs.  Our dog was still barking up a storm and growling, as she stood at the front door.  I peered through our blinds on the big front window and thought I saw a light, but was not sure as the blinds distorted things.  My husband stood by the door, still mostly asleep.  I went over to a little window and looked out and saw someone standing in the middle of our yard, waving a flashlight across the grass, as if they were looking for night crawlers or something, but it was much too cold for that activity in the early morning hours this morning.  I went down on my knees, and was heading to a phone, as I reported to my husband what was going on in our front yard.  He flicked on all our the outside lights and opened the door.  Personally, I would have opened the door, then flicked on the lights just to try to see who it was before startling them, but we think different in that area.  I am trying to hear the conversation in case I need to call the police, and though I cannot make out what they are saying, I could tell the tone was not a threatening one.  My husband came back in for a moment to get some shoes on and said it was the police.  Seems one of our neighbors had already called him in as a prowler in our neighborhood, and I had about done the same. The officer was laughing about it, at least.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;My husband came back in and reported that they had caught someone a couple blocks away with a lot of stolen goods, and they think he had run through our yard, and they were trying to get conclusive evidence.  The officer thought there was some incriminating evidence on one of our vehicles so was attending to that as well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am not sure what it is about our house, but seems those running from the law love to hit our yard.  This is the fourth time in two years we have been woke up because a police officer is chasing someone through our yard, or looking for someone in our yard.  I wonder if it's because we live on a corner, or what is so attractive about it, because we certainly don't have any trees to hide behind or under.  I told my husband as we climbed back in bed that I am either moving or building a ten foot cement fence around our entire place.  At our last place we lived, we were there for 17 years and I only remember being woke up by the police once.  It may be a difference in police forces, or it may just be our new place is an attractant for criminals.  However, at our last place, we had two well known meth houses on our block, but very little police activity.  We also had a yard full of trees and bushes that would have made great hiding places.  I am not aware of any meth houses in our little suburbia one block radius in our neighborhood.  However, we are at the back of  the subdivision, without many homes in two directions so maybe that is why we have become a favorite place for criminals who are breaking into cars and garages.  I don't know, but after the last incidence in August where several cars were burglarized, gas stolen, and garages broken in to, many in the neighborhood spoke of starting a watch program.  It kind of fell to the side as summer wound down and kids were going back to school, but after our neighborhood was hit again last night, maybe it's worth bring up again and putting in place.  It's very unnerving to know that all of our property and belongings continue to be violated by someone.  It's even more worrisome to know that there are several small kids in this one block radius.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;It took awhile to calm myself back down as I laid and watched the clock turn to 2:30 am.  I wondered if someone was in our fenced backyard hiding, or if anything we had outside had been stolen by someone who invaded our property.   Were our cars safe?  Were we safe?  I started to pray for peace and protection, and drifted back to sleep. I cannot say I feel 100% safe but I am thankful for the police officer who visits our home often in the middle of the night, to know he is out trying his best to protect us and our neighbors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-2060578963291576851?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2060578963291576851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=2060578963291576851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/2060578963291576851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/2060578963291576851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/rude-awakening.html' title='Rude Awakening'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-2552227731336304006</id><published>2009-11-03T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:00:02.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;On this election day, I urge you to get out and exercise your RIGHT to vote.  Who knows how long we will be allowed the freedom to vote others into office, so get out and vote today.  But, before you do that, think.  Really think.  Pray. Pray for direction in which name you choose as you vote.  Pray for this country.  Take a stand.  Don't be silent!  Great countries and freedoms are lost because too many good people sit by and watch as their rights and freedoms slipped away.  Don't sit by and be passive, get active in local, state, and national politics!  There is a lot at stake in our country, and with our troops.  Stand up and be heard as an American while you still can and before it's too late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fzKY0hS_Pw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fzKY0hS_Pw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-2552227731336304006?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2552227731336304006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=2552227731336304006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/2552227731336304006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/2552227731336304006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210478693556202192.post-1195783550626273085</id><published>2009-11-02T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:54:36.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Teach me, O God, to use all the circumstances of my life today that they may bring forth in me the fruits of holiness rather than the fruits of sin. Let me use disappointment as material for patience: Let me use success as material for thankfulness: Let me use suspence as material for perseverance: Let me use danger as material for courage: Let me use reproach as material for trouble: Let me use praise as material for humility: Let me use pleasures as material for self restraint: Let me use pains as material for endurance. ~John Baillie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210478693556202192-1195783550626273085?l=livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1195783550626273085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210478693556202192&amp;postID=1195783550626273085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/1195783550626273085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210478693556202192/posts/default/1195783550626273085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelovelaughhope.blogspot.com/2009/11/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the Day'/><author><name>live love laugh hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12041337142989937174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14652544236344297031'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>