<?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-6451874990236641064</id><updated>2009-12-30T07:42:43.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel Olsen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>301</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-7177520786768179546</id><published>2009-12-28T08:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:33:48.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow'/><title type='text'>Numbering Days Aright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzjVGGIwt3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/W4YGK-JSTms/s1600-h/Footprints_on_the_Beach_running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420316452243683186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzjVGGIwt3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/W4YGK-JSTms/s400/Footprints_on_the_Beach_running.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got off the beach after a morning run. Well, more of a morning jog. OK, sometimes I walked. And sometimes I stopped to pick up a shell. You get the gist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With just a few days left in 2009, us and a family we've been friends with for a dozen years have come to Myrtle Beach for a few days of togetherness and relaxation. The winter rates were so good, we're staying in two penthouse suites at a hotel with an indoor water park. It's been such a treat so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while on the beach this morning, my heart kept echoing a prayer for 2010 from Psalm 90:12:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to number my days aright, that I may gain a heart of wisdom. (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Teach me to number my days, that I may present to you a heart of wisdom. (NASB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Teach me to realize the brevity of life, so I may grow in wisdom. (NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been mulling this concept for about a month now. I'd love to hear what you think it means or looks like to number our days aright. And what do you think the connection is between doing this and growing in wisdom? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's where I'm at both physically and mentally right now as this year draws to a close. I hope that wherever you you are, you are warm, well and looking forward to 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-7177520786768179546?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7177520786768179546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=7177520786768179546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/7177520786768179546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/7177520786768179546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/12/numbering-days-aright.html' title='Numbering Days Aright'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzjVGGIwt3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/W4YGK-JSTms/s72-c/Footprints_on_the_Beach_running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-5856410824357266437</id><published>2009-12-24T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:49:03.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBWZDKbJZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/s9LxpnM39r8/s1600-h/early+December+2009+134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417925340072453522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBWZDKbJZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/s9LxpnM39r8/s400/early+December+2009+134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little plaque is hanging in my home. It was a gift from a sweet gal at one of the Christmas events I spoke at earlier this month. Several weeks ago - both in a devotion and at that event - I issued a challenge: to count our blessings regularly between the weeks of Thanksgiving and Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Doing this transforms my vision, my attitude and my heart. And that prepares me for the truth that is Christmas. It enables me to feel the merry part as well as the Christmas part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I invite you to join us today. In the comments, list 5 things you are thankful for this Christmas season. It can be anything, big or small. Here's my list for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Connecting afresh emotionally and spiritually with my daughter yesterday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband, and his servant's heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clementines in winter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good neighbors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The unfailing promises of God - which I'm praying for several of my friends today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good and His mercy endures forever&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBVsaXGiaI/AAAAAAAAA2I/svUUxx9_Gog/s1600-h/early+December+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417924573205531042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBVsaXGiaI/AAAAAAAAA2I/svUUxx9_Gog/s320/early+December+2009+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas from my home to yours! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-5856410824357266437?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5856410824357266437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=5856410824357266437' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/5856410824357266437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/5856410824357266437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-blessings.html' title='Christmas Blessings'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBWZDKbJZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/s9LxpnM39r8/s72-c/early+December+2009+134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-3644513099119298019</id><published>2009-12-22T21:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T05:53:10.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Meet Me Under the Mistletoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBTDZyYkNI/AAAAAAAAA14/FZQ4hS17WBY/s1600-h/early+December+2009+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417921669653631186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBTDZyYkNI/AAAAAAAAA14/FZQ4hS17WBY/s320/early+December+2009+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBR_HxXP3I/AAAAAAAAA1w/OXOhTtKdCwU/s1600-h/early+December+2009+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417920496586407794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBR_HxXP3I/AAAAAAAAA1w/OXOhTtKdCwU/s320/early+December+2009+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my home, the mistletoe is hung. It took me years to finally buy some, but now I wouldn't do a Christmas without it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not real - but the kisses it inspires are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(In fact, I'm suddenly wondering why I haven't thought to hang some in the bedroom yet.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you hang mistletoe? One legend has it that the wood of the cross of Christ was made from mistletoe!&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;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-3644513099119298019?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3644513099119298019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=3644513099119298019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/3644513099119298019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/3644513099119298019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/12/meet-me-under-mistletoe.html' title='Meet Me Under the Mistletoe'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBTDZyYkNI/AAAAAAAAA14/FZQ4hS17WBY/s72-c/early+December+2009+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-5733541633251999046</id><published>2009-12-22T09:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T05:23:08.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Shake Your Tail Feathers Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417916623745878850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBOdsUOi0I/AAAAAAAAA1o/eEF15M2h_GY/s320/early+December+2009+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBK51ln1xI/AAAAAAAAA1I/r7_f93IX7QM/s1600-h/brown+bird+early+December+2009+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Each year I do my tree a little different. Some years I load it up with sparkly goodness, other years I crave the beauty of simplicity. This was a simplicity year. I decided I wanted "a bird tree." So my tree has lights, some mini pine cones, some red berries, a few ornament bulbs hung by decorative hooks, red ribbons draping down from the red bow on top, and of course, birds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417915341592890706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBNTD7IjVI/AAAAAAAAA1g/rJyIalY4seE/s400/early+December+2009+092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBMe99f7zI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/xv7wZaMGD3w/s1600-h/early+December+2009+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417914446639001394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBMe99f7zI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/xv7wZaMGD3w/s320/early+December+2009+094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBLlVE-nSI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/CANy5DQaKU8/s1600-h/early+December+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417913456411974946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBLlVE-nSI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/CANy5DQaKU8/s320/early+December+2009+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBK51ln1xI/AAAAAAAAA1I/r7_f93IX7QM/s1600-h/brown+bird+early+December+2009+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417912709224584978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBK51ln1xI/AAAAAAAAA1I/r7_f93IX7QM/s320/brown+bird+early+December+2009+107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417911831735150706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBKGwr1qHI/AAAAAAAAA1A/8gFyqi6Q4SM/s320/early+December+2009+100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418065772441724850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzDWHSgXZ7I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/viuZ67SpN5Y/s400/bird+early+December+2009+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-5733541633251999046?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5733541633251999046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=5733541633251999046' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/5733541633251999046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/5733541633251999046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/12/shake-your-tail-feathers-tree.html' title='Shake Your Tail Feathers Tree'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBOdsUOi0I/AAAAAAAAA1o/eEF15M2h_GY/s72-c/early+December+2009+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-5084490513198137992</id><published>2009-12-21T06:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T05:28:50.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Hot Tea or Chocolate anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBtROltjKI/AAAAAAAAA3A/j64lFjK9cP4/s1600-h/early+December+2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417950494468181154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBtROltjKI/AAAAAAAAA3A/j64lFjK9cP4/s320/early+December+2009+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could, I'd plug in the tree, heat up some water, and have you over for some hot tea or chocolate this morning. We'd sit and chat about what the Lord has done in our lives in 2009. Wouldn't that be great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, choose your mug:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417934391378836066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBen56B-mI/AAAAAAAAA2o/HG2v6YV7Osk/s320/early+December+2009+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd ask you about your major trials, your major blessings, and the major life lessons you've learned this year. We could even linger over a second cup and pray together. Oh, if only that were possible! Instead, I'll be finishing my wrapping today and then taking my daughter out for a little mommy and me time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417930201209652498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBa0AT2RRI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ULN8xLWnang/s320/early+December+2009+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I can't teleport you over here, I figure I'll post a few pics this week of what Christmas looks like around my house (this year anyway). You can cyber visit. Feel free to tell me in the comments what you'd want to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417938557050659666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBiaYPlo1I/AAAAAAAAA24/bIFbDNmxsz4/s200/early+December+2009+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're in my kitchen today, I'll show you the little Christmas touches in here. That wreath above hangs on one of the windows in my bay where the table sits. I love the colors in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather crowded in here - there's 3 families at the moment! See, last year my daughter had a part in a university production of A Christmas Carol - she's really quite the actress ... her grandfather was a professional actor - so I bought lots of carolers last year and they wound up on the counters in my kitchen. Here's a shot of some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417936578587140658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBgnN5IIjI/AAAAAAAAA2w/tZPQfNrSEzM/s400/early+December+2009+059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This family sits just to the left of my cook top, so they sing to me while I cook. How fun is that? You reckon they're singing for their supper? Hey you forgot to tell me if you want tea or hot chocolate ... let me know, and stop by tomorrow to see what I did this year on the tree. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(PS. there is a hint about the tree in that last paragraph)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-5084490513198137992?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5084490513198137992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=5084490513198137992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/5084490513198137992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/5084490513198137992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/12/hot-tea-or-chocolate-anyone.html' title='Hot Tea or Chocolate anyone?'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SzBtROltjKI/AAAAAAAAA3A/j64lFjK9cP4/s72-c/early+December+2009+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-4801048797567363408</id><published>2009-12-16T07:27:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T15:09:14.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion'/><title type='text'>Idoleyes (a giveaway)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UPDATE: Deanna, you won!  Email me to send your address and I'll send the book.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Here are your random numbers:6&lt;br /&gt;Timestamp: 2009-12-18 22:08:04 UTC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/sponsor_a_child/default.htm?referer=51257"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415841075408609490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/Syjuw4OzINI/AAAAAAAAA0U/1HjFKqnQEF4/s320/Prov-31-Web-Banner-HORZ+Compassionate+Christmast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple years ago I met American Idol finalist Mandisa at a Christian convention. She was simply radiant, inside and out. She gave me a copy of her book, Idoleyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the book Mandisa speaks openly about how her faith was challenged and deepened as a result of her experiences on the hit television show. (She was in the group with Chris Daughtry, Taylor Hicks, Kellie Pickler, Katherine McPhee). She also talks about her lifelong battle with food addiction. And how the now-famous remarks by Idol judge Simon Cowell about her weight spurred her to become a positive role model for millions of women struggling to live up to popular culture's image of the "ideal woman."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are an American Idol fan, you'll definitely enjoy this book. If you struggle with your weight at times, you'll appreciate it too. However, even if you're slim, svelte and have never set your eyes on the American Idol show, I'm pretty confident you'll get something out of this book too. Here's a quote I like from page 231: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Whe&lt;/span&gt;n I get to heaven, I don't want to stand before the judgement seat of Christ and hear, 'You did a decent job, but you should have trusted Me more and praised Me more often.' I want to hear Jesus say, 'You believed Me, you trusted Me, and you didn't hold anything back.'"&lt;/span&gt; Me too, Mandisa, me too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415841586655650658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SyjvOoxl42I/AAAAAAAAA0c/PP_723WxHVU/s200/Idol-Eyes-Book_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving away a new copy of Mandisa's book on Friday 12/18. If you'd like to enter, here's what you need to do. Click on the Compassionate Christmas banner in the upper left corner of this post. It will take you to a website where you'll find profile pictures of children trapped by poverty and hunger - children who don't even have the option of overeating. Choose one child from the site to give the gift of prayer. Pray for the child over the next day or two, and leave their name/country in a comment here so I can pray for the child you choose as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll announce the book winner on Friday afternoon. Best of all, the children will be winners this Christmas by receiving your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you chose a child for last week's giveway and want to pray for the same child, that's fine, just let me know. And if by some small chance this book doesn't interest you, you can pass it along to another reader in your life. But I should warn you, Mandisa signed this book to me on the inside cover so don't give it as a gift to anyone unless she is named Rachel. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to having a compassionate Christmas this year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-4801048797567363408?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4801048797567363408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=4801048797567363408' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/4801048797567363408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/4801048797567363408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/12/idoleyes-giveaway.html' title='Idoleyes (a giveaway)'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/Syjuw4OzINI/AAAAAAAAA0U/1HjFKqnQEF4/s72-c/Prov-31-Web-Banner-HORZ+Compassionate+Christmast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-3900836850732719805</id><published>2009-12-15T13:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:59:06.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacred (winner announced)</title><content type='html'>After working on some devotions, getting my hair cut, running some errands and helping my son with his homework, I'm chilling in my recliner with a DVD my sister-in-law got me. It turns your TV into an aquarium. It intrigues me how relaxing it is to watch and listen to ... it slows down my blood pressure and calms my mind even though it's just images and not the real thing. To my senses it is the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415568144386220802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/Syf2iM8P4wI/AAAAAAAAA0M/vrmx9pxrIN8/s320/marineaquarium.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm all calm but I'm about to make someone excited because it's time to announce the winner of the novel &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Scared&lt;/span&gt;. Commenter #3 according to random.org with timestamp 2009-12-15-09 20:22:44 UTC. That would be Tammy! Congrats, Tammy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you didn't win, I'll be back tomorrow with &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; giveaway.  Meanwhile I'm going to close my eyes and probably drift off into sleep. A nap before the Christmas party tonight sounds perfect.  Aloha y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-3900836850732719805?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3900836850732719805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=3900836850732719805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/3900836850732719805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/3900836850732719805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/12/sacred-winner-announced.html' title='Sacred (winner announced)'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/Syf2iM8P4wI/AAAAAAAAA0M/vrmx9pxrIN8/s72-c/marineaquarium.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-6451874990236641064.post-1232955241734244547</id><published>2009-12-14T17:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:09:31.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My day - much different than Tom's</title><content type='html'>Turned in final grades to the university today - that concludes all my responsibilites for the semester.  Big Smiles. Then volunteered at my daughter's school for an hour or two. Bought a dutch oven pot at Walmart and all the fixings for pot roast. Got that started before heading out to get the H1N1 vaccine (the mist). Now I'm settling in by the tree to watch a movie with Rick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, there's still time to enter tomorrow's drawing for Tom Davis' latest novel Scared. Instructions are in my last post. I've been praying for each of the kids you've mentioned there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you jump below, you might want to "meet" Tom and see what inspired him to write this novel. He made this video just for the P31 gals reading his novel over at our &lt;a href="http://www.shereads.org/"&gt;She Reads &lt;/a&gt;site. Take a look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8102756&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8102756&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8102756"&gt;She Reads - Hello Again from Ethiopia&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/hopechest"&gt;Children&amp;#039;s HopeChest&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to having a compassionate Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-1232955241734244547?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1232955241734244547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=1232955241734244547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/1232955241734244547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/1232955241734244547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-day-much-different-than-toms.html' title='My day - much different than Tom&apos;s'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-9073414603740697482</id><published>2009-12-10T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:23:36.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compassion Intl.'/><title type='text'>Scared (a book giveaway)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/sponsor_a_child/default.htm?referer=51257"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413602772389948962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SyD7CftfbiI/AAAAAAAAAz8/-W9d_1Oq480/s400/Prov-31-Web-Banner-HORZ+Compassionate+Christmast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you read the winter She Reads pick &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#e41b17;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shopp31.com/sacredanovelontheedgeoftheworld.aspx"&gt;Scared&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.shereads.org/2009/12/author-tom-davis-interview/"&gt;Tom Davis&lt;/a&gt;? Oooh, it's good. It's a compelling, gut-wrenching tale of a photojournalist covering the AIDS crisis in an African country. While there, he meets an orphan girl, Adanna, who opens his eyes and leads him to revamp his values and life. This is not a book you will soon forget - it reaches in your chest and grabs hold of your heart. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413610913775338050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SyECcYvBwkI/AAAAAAAAA0E/TBkDR563oUw/s320/scared.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm giving away a copy of this book next Tuesday 12/15. If you'd like to enter, here's what you need to do. Click on the Compassionate Christmas banner to the left. It will take you to a website where you'll find profile pictures of children trapped by poverty. Choose one child from the site to give the gift of prayer. Pray for the child over the next day or two, and leave their name/country in a comment here so I can pray for the child you choose as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll announce the book winner by noon on Tuesday. It's that easy ... kinda like paying it forward. And if this book doesn't interest you, you can pass it along as a Christmas present to another reader in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to having a compassionate Christmas this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-9073414603740697482?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/9073414603740697482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=9073414603740697482' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/9073414603740697482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/9073414603740697482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/12/sacred-book-giveaway.html' title='Scared (a book giveaway)'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SyD7CftfbiI/AAAAAAAAAz8/-W9d_1Oq480/s72-c/Prov-31-Web-Banner-HORZ+Compassionate+Christmast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-5857666875563446457</id><published>2009-12-07T05:45:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:17:21.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purchasing Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/Sx0jPJa1eaI/AAAAAAAAAzk/t61hX34woFY/s1600-h/shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412521070302689698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/Sx0jPJa1eaI/AAAAAAAAAzk/t61hX34woFY/s320/shopping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So let's talk holiday shopping today. That's what I wrote about in my &lt;a href="http://proverbs31devotions.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-treasures.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;published devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today. How's your Christmas shopping going? Have you started your list? Finished your list? Finished &amp;amp; wrapped your list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go holiday shopping, do you go alone or with someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you go whether you feel like it or not, or do you only head to the stores when you're feeling in the Christmas Spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you spend more or less when feeling good vs. when feeling down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost always shop alone. I shopped a little the day after Thanksgiving, but there have been several times this season when I didn't feel like going shopping, so I didn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In years past I would've pushed past that feeling in order to get this week's advertised deals. But this year I decided there would be plenty of deals to be had in the coming weeks. I told myself to relax - that spending a few extra dollars wouldn't be the worse thing in the world if I didn't see that item on deep discount again. I've also cut my list down significantly this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your shopping/gift list going to be smaller this year? Does it worry you to whittle it down? Afraid to disappoint people? I had to get over that feeling too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to shop and to give, but I'm slowing down my over all pace of life. Including my holiday pace. Plus, I'm reminding myself that I cannot purchase happiness - for myself or anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent research shows depressed shoppers typically spend 30% more than happy shoppers. I think that's because we have a tendency to try to purchase our way to feeling happy. We call it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Retail Therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I rely on attaining new things as a main source of joy, I'll be constantly buying stuff to keep my joy up ... and forever disappointed at my purchases’ inability to live up to my unrealistic expectations of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, stress will arrive with the credit card bill - sending me out shopping for another pick-me-up. Nope, there are better places to find happiness. Like in serving God and serving others. Or in loving your family. Or in hearing the Savior say, "Well done, my good and faithful servant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I'm really focusing on the fact that lasting happiness has only been purchased once: at the cross of Christ some 2000 years ago. Thinking about all that implies, brings hope, happiness and joy that a new sweater or bottle of perfume simply cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if I'm honest with you, I'm still hoping there's a shiny present under the tree for me come Christmas Eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-5857666875563446457?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5857666875563446457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=5857666875563446457' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/5857666875563446457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/5857666875563446457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/12/purchasing-happiness.html' title='Purchasing Happiness'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/Sx0jPJa1eaI/AAAAAAAAAzk/t61hX34woFY/s72-c/shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-6091150436985422154</id><published>2009-12-02T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:22:57.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2009 (meal #3, post #2)</title><content type='html'>So how do you cook Thanksgiving for a crowd of 100+ people? With a massive grill of course. And a large cast iron pot over hot coals. And about 70 feet of tables for potluck dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410114318228667506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxSWTvRGPHI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/TTPszkCL-VY/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410113457982098914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxSVhqmVTeI/AAAAAAAAAzI/QuKTJoV0yys/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410116030774116130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxSX3a_v_yI/AAAAAAAAAzY/zDB_F-X_a3Y/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is Michael - a restaurant chef by trade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm guessing this outbuilding isn't exactly his ideal working conditions, but he looks happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession time, I'm not that hip on turkey. But if I smear it with enough cranberry sauce, and chase it with mashed potatoes, green beans, deviled eggs or sweet potato casserole, I can manage. I managed 3 different Thanksgiving meals quite happlily this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-6091150436985422154?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6091150436985422154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=6091150436985422154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/6091150436985422154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/6091150436985422154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-2009-meal-3-post-2.html' title='Thanksgiving 2009 (meal #3, post #2)'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxSWTvRGPHI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/TTPszkCL-VY/s72-c/Thanksgiving+2009+024.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-6451874990236641064.post-6980030547984450767</id><published>2009-11-30T18:49:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:44:42.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2009 (meal #3 post #1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxSHpi1FOeI/AAAAAAAAAzA/txIB4lWLGqA/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410098200172640738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxSHpi1FOeI/AAAAAAAAAzA/txIB4lWLGqA/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every year my in-laws' family gathers at their hunting lodge on the Black River on Thanksgiving. It's the perfect rustic setting for Thanksgiving - see what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410097024629965570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxSGlHl3gwI/AAAAAAAAAy4/cRHqNPuVwUQ/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We typically have 100-200 relatives there. And each year the family tree is posted and updated. It goes all the way back to the early 1700s. (PS. We have an early ancestor named "Napoleon Bonaparte Barefoot." I know, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxSF3Ae9SkI/AAAAAAAAAyw/R-dM8X_8vhk/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410096232447953474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxSF3Ae9SkI/AAAAAAAAAyw/R-dM8X_8vhk/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It takes multiple large charts to post them all.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxSFRDYJT6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/CkU2MW6tUzQ/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410095580389658530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxSFRDYJT6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/CkU2MW6tUzQ/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(The green sticky notes represent updates by way of marriage, birth or death. They'll be incorporated on the chart before next Thanksgiving.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took close ups of our part on the chart but then thought better of posting our full names, birth dates, etc. on the Internet. (Duh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Given the size of the crowd, and the possibility of rain, we often rent a large tent to gather in and eat, in addition to the house. But this year the weather was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxSCqCqj8PI/AAAAAAAAAyg/8C0ZVmh5idI/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410092711160312050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxSCqCqj8PI/AAAAAAAAAyg/8C0ZVmh5idI/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The boys always play football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxSBhmWe2HI/AAAAAAAAAyY/UjlubMNyw2s/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410091466609318002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxSBhmWe2HI/AAAAAAAAAyY/UjlubMNyw2s/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the crowd gathering by the outbuildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the view to the river from the back porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxR_nyqFk9I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/SGGujWV0qZA/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410089373968733138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxR_nyqFk9I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/SGGujWV0qZA/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My daughter was shocked to recognize the lady in the vest as one of the teachers at her middle school. Remember when you thought your distant relatives didn't have real lives ... like they only materialized out of thin air on holidays? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember too when you simply could not resist skipping a rock when standing at the edge of smooth water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxR-yIgD_PI/AAAAAAAAAyI/DdQuKni6seE/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410088452119330034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxR-yIgD_PI/AAAAAAAAAyI/DdQuKni6seE/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post more pics in the next post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-6980030547984450767?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6980030547984450767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=6980030547984450767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/6980030547984450767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/6980030547984450767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-2009-meal-3-post-1.html' title='Thanksgiving 2009 (meal #3 post #1)'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxSHpi1FOeI/AAAAAAAAAzA/txIB4lWLGqA/s72-c/Thanksgiving+2009+006.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-6451874990236641064.post-3706465503651544120</id><published>2009-11-30T17:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:24:31.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion'/><title type='text'>Wine into Water</title><content type='html'>On the heels of my last post, I came across &lt;a href="http://news.aol.com/philanthropy/nc/article/bartenders-nonprofit-builds-wells-and/790803?icid=mainhp-laptopdl2link3http%3A%2F%2Fnews.aol.com%2Fphilanthropy%2Fnc%2Farticle%2Fbartenders-nonprofit-builds-wells-and%2F790803"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this article today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;about a barkeep who partnered with Samaritan's Purse to meet people's needs for clean water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus turned water into wine to serve some wedding guests, this guy is turning wine into water to serve thirsty third world countries. I think that's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I be so bold as to ask, what are you doing to serve others? It's a rhetorical question asked in love, so no need to answer or feel guilty. Just take it in as fuel for inspiration - that's what I'm doing with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-3706465503651544120?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3706465503651544120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=3706465503651544120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/3706465503651544120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/3706465503651544120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/11/wine-into-water.html' title='Wine into Water'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-1143744479241112690</id><published>2009-11-28T07:09:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:24:01.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion'/><title type='text'>Serving the least of these</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxE50P0s4hI/AAAAAAAAAxw/vpbQ3MiDzkE/s1600/glass-of-water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409168197212234258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxE50P0s4hI/AAAAAAAAAxw/vpbQ3MiDzkE/s320/glass-of-water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks so much for stopping by today after my devotion &lt;a href="http://proverbs31devotions.blogspot.com/2009/11/thirsty-woman.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Thirsty Woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. That encounter in that cafe touched my heart deeply, and compelled me to look for more ways I can bless Christ by blessing those "less fortunate" than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling that tug on your heart today too, here are a few ways you can respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samaritan's Purse is known as the Operation Christmas Child ministry. Each Christmas they gather donations of shoe boxes filled with toys and supplies for poor children. You choose if you want to prepare a shoe box for a boy or a girl, and what age group. And then they use the giving of the gift to the child as an opportunity to tell them about Christ. It's a simple and fun project you could do today. If this interests you, &lt;a href="http://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/OCC/index/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Follow this link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Samaritan's Purse does so much more than Op. Christmas Child. Year round they provide for the needs of impoverished communities across the world. They provide everything from food for the hungry and clean water for the thirsty, to medical care for the disabled, and teachers for those who don't know how to read or write. You can choose what you want to donate towards. Following my encounter with the thirsty woman, I couldn't hardly make donations to Samaritan's Purse fast enough! If you're interested in learning more, &lt;a href="https://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/Giving/gift_catalog/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;follow this link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended Regent University, on the grounds of the Christian Broadcasting Network. They have a similar relief ministry called Operation Blessing. Their purpose is to break the cycle of suffering, and you can participate by &lt;a href="http://community.ob.org/site/PageServer"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;following this link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you've been around my blog long at all, you've heard me talk about Compassion International. They're a Christian organization that works with local churches through out the world, and donors like you and me, to lift children out of poverty one at a time. With $38 a month, you can sponsor a child of your choosing. I sponsor a little boy in Ecuador. His life will never be the same because of it. Mine is different because of it too --we write letters to each other every couple of months. It's a precious thing. If you've ever thought about sponsoring a child, explore it further by &lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/sponsor_a_child/default.htm?referer=51257"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;following this link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're like me, you've done quite a bit of shopping this weekend for loved ones. I'm hoping you'll also take time to pause and spend a little time or money serving the needy - and thereby serving Christ. These three organizations I mentioned are all Christian-based, all help the needy, and I've had personal experience with each of them. I believe them all to be trustworthy and effective. But don't underestimate the simple gift of noticing someone around you that needs a hand -- needs you to reach something at the grocery store they can't reach from their wheelchair, or needs you to help them open the door, or just needs a drink of water ... or four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-1143744479241112690?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1143744479241112690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=1143744479241112690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/1143744479241112690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/1143744479241112690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/11/helping-least-of-these.html' title='Serving the least of these'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SxE50P0s4hI/AAAAAAAAAxw/vpbQ3MiDzkE/s72-c/glass-of-water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-5306968546453484923</id><published>2009-11-24T22:46:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:10:22.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Power</title><content type='html'>Let me say "Hey Y'all" to all of you visiting from my &lt;a href="http://proverbs31devotions.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-power.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;devotion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;published today. Glad you stopped by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The research I referenced in the devotion comes out of an academic journal. However, if you'd like to read more about it, &lt;a href="http://psychology.ucdavis.edu/labs/emmons/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;follow this link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm also reading a research-based book called &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chass.ucr.edu/faculty_book/lyubomirsky/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The How of Happiness: A New Approach to Getting the Life You Want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It's not a Christian book - a group of faculty from the university I teach at is reading it in a book club - but it's not a typical "self-help" book either. The well credentialed author focuses on the scientific study of happiness. I've found it's findings to be consistent with what God's Word teaches. Plus, I'm finding it quite interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, did you know that we each have a genetically determined set-point for happiness? It represents 50% of what determines our general level of happiness. It varies from person to person and is the level we'll tend to return to over and over, even after major setbacks or major triumphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more fascinating is the fact that our circumstances only represent 10% of what determines our level of happiness. How often have we assumed we'd be happier if we could get a better job or a better spouse; a prettier body or a prettier house? Research shows while these things can provide a temporary happy-boost, even those who win the lottery or get total body makeovers return to their happiness set point ... often within a year or so. All life circumstances put together only account for about 10% in how happy we are. Is that as eye-opening to you as it is to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that still leaves 40% of our level of happiness determined by something other than our genetics and our circumstances. Guess what it's determined by? Our thoughts and behavior. And there are several intentional behaviors we can do to boost this 40%. One of them is cultivating gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful people are more likely to help others, and to build social bonds. They are better at coping with stress and trauma. Grateful people tend to have more positive self-awareness and are less likely to compare themselves to others. And, it turns out, gratitude has the power to dissolve negative feelings like anger, jealousy, fear and defensiveness. All these things result in greater daily feelings of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude journaling is a great way to get intentional about developing a mind set on gratefulness. Journaling (about once a week on average) has been reliably shown to boost happiness in repeated research studies. (Particularly for those who enjoy reading and/or writing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you count your blessings in a journal every day in the exact same way, you may become bored with it, and it could lose its power. So change it up some weeks. Try calling a friend to tell her what you're thankful for. Try writing a letter of gratitude to someone who has positively impacted your life. Send more heart-felt thank you cards. Buy a gift, create a piece of art, or cook for someone as a way to express your gratitude for them. Giving is a great expression of gratitude. Just don't make it so hard or so involved to pull off that you won't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letter of gratitude would be a touching, inexpensive gift this holiday season. And likely to be cherished longer than any trinket you could buy. Or maybe you could just purchase them a copy of &lt;a href="http://www.chass.ucr.edu/faculty_book/lyubomirsky/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the happiness book&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and a blank journal. Just a thought for all of you uninterested in braving the after-Thanksgiving sales crowds. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, feel free to start chronicling your gratitude in the comments on this post. What are you thankful for today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-5306968546453484923?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5306968546453484923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=5306968546453484923' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/5306968546453484923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/5306968546453484923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-power.html' title='Thank You Power'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-4840777294170883348</id><published>2009-11-24T20:33:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:08:42.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Dinner #1</title><content type='html'>I was so hungry by the time I sat down with my plate last night that I didn't pause to take pics of the food. There was tons of food for the roughly 55 international students and roughly 25 faculty that were there. But I did get some shots of the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adored the brunette in the middle of this photo. She's from Finland. We went through the buffet line together and she was asking me what was in all the dishes (&lt;em&gt;well, you take green beans, and you dump mushroom soup over them, and then you cover it with crispy fried onions &lt;/em&gt;...). I was impressed with her willingness to try all the foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407893060673618066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwyyFiDAQJI/AAAAAAAAAxg/9IwHjurfQBM/s400/intl+students+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also tried convincing me "it doesn't really get that cold in Finland." So of course I asked how cold it gets in the winter. She said minus 25. Yeah, not that cold at all. Riiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of our table guests. Two beautiful gals from Germany studying business. And one young man from England who plans to become an astrophysicist. Yes, &lt;em&gt;astrophysicist&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407890410087752450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwyvrP2FowI/AAAAAAAAAxY/vWiDP2gInsQ/s400/intl+students+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my son, plate in hand, headed for the pumpkin pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407887040013493058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwysnFVxY0I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/I87ITc1hUnY/s400/intl+students+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my daughter scoring some chocolate pound cake with whipping cream. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407881242269781410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwynVnD9DaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/A7eer_S9Khk/s400/intl+students+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll tell you she wants to be a chef. But she's quick to qualify that: a TV chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she'll help me in the kitchen tomorrow, despite the lack of cameras and audience. I'll be cooking Thanksgiving meal #2 here at my house for us and my dad. Then we'll join Rick's family on Thursday for meal #3. That's a lot of turkey. But it's also a lot of opportunities to be thankful - and that I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-4840777294170883348?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4840777294170883348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=4840777294170883348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/4840777294170883348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/4840777294170883348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/11/turkey-dinner-1.html' title='Turkey Dinner #1'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwyyFiDAQJI/AAAAAAAAAxg/9IwHjurfQBM/s72-c/intl+students+018.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-6451874990236641064.post-6309569664770098620</id><published>2009-11-23T08:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:43:22.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving comes early - like tonight</title><content type='html'>I haven't put my tree up yet. I nearly did on Sunday but it was just too warm here to really get into the mood. I did, however, start dragging out ornaments and planning what it will look like this year. I tweak it from year to year ... as I previously mentioned, I'm a Christmasaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405101473959155138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwLHJzJGlcI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/haZX-H_mEvM/s400/Oct+-+Nov+2009+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;See them sitting here beside the fall decor? Ahem. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I also decided last week its a good time to have my carpets cleaned. That will happen today so I can't put the tree up until tomorrow. But it will be up by Thanksgiving! Anybody posted any pics of theirs yet? Help me feed my sparkle addiction. &lt;p align="left"&gt;Once the carpet cleaners leave, I must abandon my house for a couple hours while they dry. I think that's a good excuse to take the kids and do homework at Barnes and Nobel cafe. Following that, we're heading to a lovely house on the waterfront to help host a Thanksgiving meal for the university's international students. That should be a lot of fun. Anybody know how to say "Happy Thanksgiving" in Dutch? Or Japanese? Or French?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'll be eating Thanksgiving dinner at least 3 different times this week (anybody else?) so I'm going to try to pace myself tonight. I'll also try to remember to take pics and post them tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-6309569664770098620?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6309569664770098620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=6309569664770098620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/6309569664770098620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/6309569664770098620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-comes-early-like-tonight.html' title='Thanksgiving comes early - like tonight'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwLHJzJGlcI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/haZX-H_mEvM/s72-c/Oct+-+Nov+2009+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-8596789337410570124</id><published>2009-11-20T06:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T08:04:17.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Face of Christ</title><content type='html'>The painter Mike Lewis came to our church last Sunday and helped us wrap up a sermon series on Jesus. Here are two of the paintings he did during the service I attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405095952938605442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwLCIbvOm4I/AAAAAAAAAwA/IOiz4BAhlNY/s400/Oct+-+Nov+2009+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool thing is that these images of Jesus don't emerge until the very end. Before that he is painting other scenes such as the cross. And then with just a couple brush strokes, suddenly the face of Christ appears. In all His simple yet powerful glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405096678672785394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwLCyrTvX_I/AAAAAAAAAwI/REy5lCVzgFU/s400/Oct+-+Nov+2009+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I especially like the humility that seemed to drip from Mike Lewis like paint on a canvas. He let Jesus shine. If you are perchance interested in owning one of these paintings (yes, I worked the word "perchance" into a blog post about paintings), my church is holding an online auction for 6 of them this Saturday through Tuesday (11/24). Email me and I'll send you a link to learn more or to bid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever tried drawing or painting Jesus? I'm not much of a painter, except walls. I love to paint rooms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, time for a little confession .... when I was like 22 and a new Christian, I once bought a bust of Socrates at a thrift market thinking that it was Jesus. My husband and sister-in-law laughed at me over that forever.  But I kept it for years because to me, I saw Jesus when I looked at it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which of these paintings is your favorite? I tend to favor the second one, but then the tear on the first one kinda of gets to me ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-8596789337410570124?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8596789337410570124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=8596789337410570124' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/8596789337410570124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/8596789337410570124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/11/face-of-christ.html' title='The Face of Christ'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwLCIbvOm4I/AAAAAAAAAwA/IOiz4BAhlNY/s72-c/Oct+-+Nov+2009+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-986576641510595033</id><published>2009-11-17T08:00:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:18:06.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My house smells soooooooo good! And here's why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405088625704107506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwK7d7qY_fI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Y6XgXJJ_KeY/s400/Oct+-+Nov+2009+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the luncheon this past weekend in Florida, Dana and her mother had this as a centerpiece on our thanksgivingy-decorated table. It created such a warm, comforting scent that I had to come home and make one. And it's so simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you'll need to try it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 medium size glass hurricane candle holder (make sure it has a bottom to it). I got mine for $3.99 at World Market.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 short cinnamon scented pillar candle. I got a 3" one for $4.99 at World Market.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;About 3/4 a bag of whole bean French Vanilla coffee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can dump the whole bag of beans in, but I'm betting once you smell it for, oh say 6 minutes, you're going to want to grind some and brew a pot of that French Vanilla!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even unlit the sweet coffee smell is amazing, but lit you get the cinnamon scent too, plus it heats up the beans a bit, making them release more aroma. &lt;em&gt;Mmmm&lt;/em&gt;. If you try it, come back and tell me how much you love it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-986576641510595033?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/986576641510595033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=986576641510595033' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/986576641510595033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/986576641510595033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/11/smell-that.html' title='Smell that?'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwK7d7qY_fI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Y6XgXJJ_KeY/s72-c/Oct+-+Nov+2009+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-5344425420267721944</id><published>2009-11-17T05:52:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:04:23.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speaking'/><title type='text'>Modern Day Noah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had a great time with the women in Palatka, Florida last weekend. I loved Dana, the event coordinator ... despite the fact that she nearly killed us - twice - coming back from the airport! We had a few navigation problems, and a little trouble with the 5:00 traffic, but we also had a lot of fun on that crazy ride. :) She is so sweet and such a hoot. Not only that, she sounds exactly like my friend &lt;a href="http://melissataylor.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Melissa Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which put me right at ease. Here we are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405061079794058018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwKiajJqAyI/AAAAAAAAAvI/LjC0TQK0gx0/s200/Oct+-+Nov+2009+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food, decorations and women Saturday were all lovely. And the name of Jesus was lifted up as we talked about a few of the Divine Secrets of the Yahweh Sisterhood. Since they moved the date of this event from December to November this year, the nearly 50 tables were decorated with a mix of Thanksgiving and Christmas. I loved that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's me and Sandy, one of the singers. They sounded amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405072364092004018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwKsrYb8FrI/AAAAAAAAAvw/qIichm38JWI/s320/Me+and+Sandy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember how I found a &lt;a href="http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-comes-at-you-fast.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;lizard hanging on my hood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for dear life a few weeks ago? Well flying home through the Jacksonville airport, I suddenly felt like Cinderella. Ya know how she was constantly followed by song birds? She'd hold out her arms and they'd help her get dressed? Well I sat down with some Stromboli in the airport only to have 3-4 birds join me at the table - yes, inside. I thought about asking one to get me a fork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405063702707088978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwKkzOQ2rlI/AAAAAAAAAvg/CsSBf3wXs_4/s320/bird+in+airport.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Here I am saying goodbye to one of my lunch companions - he was sad to see me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And last week I was driving along and noticed a lizard on the back windshield of the car next to me. Its a bit blurry and hard to see; we were both driving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405067181893018994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwKn9vPa5XI/AAAAAAAAAvo/2lMc0pOH_c8/s320/lizard+again.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If God hadn't promised - famously so with a rainbow - that He'd never flood the earth again, I'd start wondering if I'm a modern-day Noah. Oh, and on the flight home I sat next to an actor from the hit show One Tree Hill. We chatted it up. Unfortunately, no pictures to show for that, but thankfully, no animals joined me on the flight either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-5344425420267721944?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5344425420267721944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=5344425420267721944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/5344425420267721944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/5344425420267721944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/11/modern-day-noah.html' title='Modern Day Noah?'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SwKiajJqAyI/AAAAAAAAAvI/LjC0TQK0gx0/s72-c/Oct+-+Nov+2009+017.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-6451874990236641064.post-1478643994023712005</id><published>2009-11-16T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:04:05.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journals Get Me Every Time</title><content type='html'>Does anybody besides me have a journal addiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not obsessed with writing in them nearly as much as buying them. I just can't resist a gorgeous journal. I'm constantly finding older ones around the house that I bought, wrote 1/2 way through, then abandoned because I'd bought a new one I couldn't wait to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I found a beautiful journal I'd kept while in grad school. I use the term "kept" loosely because apparently I only "kept" it long enough to write in the first 5 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure this behavior is listed as a sickness in the American Psychological Association's handbook of disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote notes and quotes from a book I was reading at the time called The Skillful Teacher by Stephen Brookfield. Here's a sample of my scribbling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Teaching is frequently a gloriously messy pursuit in which surprise, shock and risk are endemic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"The most significant and transforming learning episodes are often experienced with pain and trauma ... students, therefore, may not see you as a good teacher for months or years to come ... after the pain has passed, and after the student evaluations are written."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Those students who struggled in their own learning may be much better at understanding and assisting students who are struggling themselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(reminds me of &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Corinthians%201:3-4&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2 Cor. 1:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you a journal writer? What do you write in yours? Notes from books you're reading? Experiences from your life? Bible verses? Prayers? Do tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to pop over to P31's &lt;a href="http://www.shereads.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Reads&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;blog today and enter for a chance to win Bonnie Grove's new novel &lt;em&gt;Talking with the Dead&lt;/em&gt;. And get a load of this - Bonnie is also giving away an iPod Nano loaded with songs she listened to while writing her novel. How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm banned from winning this giveaway, and I'm bummed about that. But that means your chances of winning are greater. I'm off to write some more in my grad school journal. Rediscovering this journal was almost as good as buying a new one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-1478643994023712005?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1478643994023712005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=1478643994023712005' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/1478643994023712005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/1478643994023712005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/11/journal-longing.html' title='Journals Get Me Every Time'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-5181185609832596759</id><published>2009-11-13T10:00:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:10:28.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speaking'/><title type='text'>Noshing and Painting</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all. I'm flying to Florida today to have lunch tomorrow with 3 or 4 hundred women from &lt;a href="http://www.firstbaptistpalatka.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Palatka, FL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. You know I'm excited! ... just a party looking for a place to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pause and pray for this outreach event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home in time to attend my own church this Sunday and I'm excited about that too. We're having that guy come who paints to worship songs, or the telling of the story of Christ, and when he's done you see that the evolving painting has turned into a portrait of Christ. He's been all over YouTube - have you seen it? (somebody post a link for me) Anyway, I'm looking forward to this weekend: noshing with some girlfriends in Christ, and watching &lt;a href="http://www.jesuspainter.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;this guy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;do his thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get back I just might put my tree up! Anybody got theirs up yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-5181185609832596759?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5181185609832596759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=5181185609832596759' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/5181185609832596759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/5181185609832596759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/11/noshing-and-painting.html' title='Noshing and Painting'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-1401575242176127020</id><published>2009-11-10T10:41:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T08:33:26.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Can You Keep a Secret'/><title type='text'>Wordle Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being a "work geek," I thought this was super fun. &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;br /&gt;My editor extraordinaire, Susan at David C. Cook publishers, just sent me a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/1319478/CYKS_-_F"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;wordle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of my book manuscript. &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;br /&gt;At &lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;http://www.wordle.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she put in my whole manuscript and it created a collage based on the frequency of words used. The more I used a word, the larger it appears on my wordle.&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;br /&gt;Click on the brown word "wordle" above to get a sense of my new book coming out next year. Then click here to see &lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/1319463/CYKS_-_E"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;another worlde version &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play around on wordle yourself. You can enter the url of your blog and it will create a wordle of your blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-1401575242176127020?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1401575242176127020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=1401575242176127020' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/1401575242176127020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/1401575242176127020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/11/wordle-fun.html' title='Wordle Fun'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-5162412879503003827</id><published>2009-11-08T17:00:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:29:44.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend snapshots</title><content type='html'>1) So I'm on the treadmill Friday when I spot a huge spider on the ceiling. The vaulted ceiling. Which means I can't reach it to kill it. I'll have to throw something at it. I don't want to smash the spider against the ceiling (I can't reach it to repaint it), so I grab a soft tank top and take aim. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;must've&lt;/span&gt; thrown that tank top at least 12 times before I hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fell some place I didn't see -- probably because my method was to throw and run so it wouldn't hit me. I do not run like a girl. While I sprinted, it hid. Which means its still alive somewhere in my house, but I don't know where. It was last seen near my bedroom. Which makes me want to scream like a girl. Somebody please assure me that it won't join me on the bed tonight. If you've read the P31 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;devo&lt;/span&gt; book (pg. 130) you know I have irrational fears of spiders. &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Caught a TV interview with Micheal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Buble&lt;/span&gt; (boo-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blay&lt;/span&gt;) this weekend. He's the singer dubbed "the Canadian Sinatra." I love me some Sinatra y'all, but love me some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Buble&lt;/span&gt; even more I think. (Because I'm just geeky like that.) Anyway, he also performed his new single on the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a download coming on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My very own lead singer (Rick plays in a cover band made up of professors from the university called The Schoolboys) played Saturday evening at the college for the opening of basketball season. He even dedicated a song to me: Some Kind of Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Also on Saturday I went present-shopping for my son. His birthday is right before Christmas. My daughter's birthday is right after Christmas. So lots of presents to buy in the next 4 weeks. I'm starting early and pacing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still resisting the urge to put up the tree by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Today I've been to church twice (2 different ones), to the grocery storey twice (same one), and cooked two dinners (at once). Feeling productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have a short treadmill jog planned, followed by a gingerbread-scented bubble bath (less calories than the real stuff), and then perhaps I'll crawl into bed with my Kindle. After loudly announcing the spider is not invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall its been a good weekend. Next weekend I'm off to Florida to speak - looking forward to that. But on the flight back I'll likely have &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxz6Zkl85GA"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Buble's&lt;/span&gt; song "Home"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;playing on my I&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pod&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-5162412879503003827?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5162412879503003827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=5162412879503003827' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/5162412879503003827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/5162412879503003827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-snapshots.html' title='Weekend snapshots'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451874990236641064.post-4387665022903061624</id><published>2009-11-05T05:38:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T07:11:32.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas comes early</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You're thinking I've put my tree up, but I haven't yet.  I'm still showing restraint.  A bit of Christmas came early at my house in a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is a professor, the kind that likes to implement new technology in the classroom. A couple years ago he instituted a new technology in class that gives each student a clicker. It allows them to electronically "sign into class" each day, allows them all to answer quiz questions posted on a screen (paperless testing), and allows him to instantly show test/poll results from the class on the screen. So he can find out on the fly whether or not his students are "getting" the lecture. It's cool stuff. And since Rick used it in his classes, including a large lecture class with 200 students in it, he was able to test pilot the technology for the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Rick heads to the Marine base in Jacksonville to show them how to use it. Rick is a civilian, but works for the Marine Corp periodically as a "master teacher." Basically, he teaches their trainers how to teach well. Hence, he's introducing this technology to them. (Maybe we can learn to click our way out of these wars!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, the next problem Rick is looking to solve for his students is the textbook problem. Textbooks cost students hundreds of dollars every semester. Plus, its a lot to carry around from class to class. So last night he comes home with ..... drum roll please .... something I've been wanting for a year ... an Amazon Kindle. He and a few other profs are going to test pilot these babies for the university (meaning the school paid for it) and see if they can be used effectively for teaching purposes. But that means I also get to play with it. I'm so stoked! Christmas just came early for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400603952930268610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SvLMrnr6pcI/AAAAAAAAAvA/NQWok1CRJGk/s320/amazon_kindle_2_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you tell me, what book (besides the Bible of course) should I download to my Kindle to try it out? Nominations? Ideas? Anybody out there got tips for using Kindle for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Blessings ~ Rachel&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6451874990236641064-4387665022903061624?l=rachelolsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4387665022903061624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6451874990236641064&amp;postID=4387665022903061624' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/4387665022903061624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451874990236641064/posts/default/4387665022903061624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-comes-early.html' title='Christmas comes early'/><author><name>Rachel Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14666181671944102358</uri><email>rachel@proverbs31.org</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08736652890177519502'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj2iAiFdhoE/SvLMrnr6pcI/AAAAAAAAAvA/NQWok1CRJGk/s72-c/amazon_kindle_2_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>