<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561</id><updated>2011-09-11T06:42:01.163-07:00</updated><category term='Laughter - The Best Medicine'/><category term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>Life on the Vine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-654585969114368194</id><published>2010-12-14T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T12:03:42.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Prince of Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.intouch.org/magazine/content/topic/our_prince_of_peace"&gt;Our Prince of Peace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-654585969114368194?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.intouch.org/magazine/content/topic/our_prince_of_peace' title='Our Prince of Peace'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/654585969114368194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=654585969114368194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/654585969114368194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/654585969114368194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-prince-of-peace.html' title='Our Prince of Peace'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-780809799637339459</id><published>2009-06-01T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:50:21.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble in Paradise....</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine recently sent me the link to the following article.  I was disturbed, to say the least, as I have always been a big fan of "Jon &amp; Kate Plus Eight."  Upon viewing this season's premier, I found myself disgusted at the whole situation and a little disenchanted.  I also felt convicted after reading this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sexual immorality—whether actual or merely suspected—caught our attention, but the materialism, narcissism, and exploitation of children that preceded it was largely overlooked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gospel and the Gosselins&lt;br /&gt;Evangelicals and the making of Jon &amp; Kate Plus Eight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Vermeer Elliott | posted 6/01/2009 11:04AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have recently stood in line at the grocery store and glanced at the tabloid covers, chances are you have seen the faces of reality TV stars Jon and Kate Gosselin. Jon and Kate are stars of the wildly popular TLC show Jon &amp; Kate Plus Eight, which documents the life of this Pennsylvania couple as they raise their eight children, 8-year-old twins and 5-year-old sextuplets. Until recently, Jon and Kate were celebrated as models of wholesome family values. Sure, they bickered a lot, but they were committed to staying together for the long haul. Indeed, last season featured them renewing their wedding vows on the beach in Hawaii. Such commitment endeared them to the watching public and made them TLC's most profitable commodity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the viewers who followed the Gosselins, evangelicals were among the most faithful. Jon and Kate's refusal to resort to "selective reduction" when they found themselves pregnant with sextuplets, their membership in an Assemblies of God church, and their Isaiah 40:31 T-shirts all helped to make them icons of evangelical piety. Churches from across the country clamored to be added to their speaking tours. In the last two years the vast majority of Jon and Kate's presentations took place at Christian conferences or at evangelical churches, most often Baptist, nondenominational or charismatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zondervan, one of the foremost evangelical presses, published two books with the Gosselins, both of which hit the New York Times bestseller list. The popular tongue-in-cheek blog Stuff Christians Like listed "Watching Jon and Kate Plus 8" on its list of favored Christian products or activities. Evangelicals dependably tuned in to the television show as the family received free trips to posh resorts, when the couple underwent plastic surgery, and when they moved from a comfortable house in the suburbs to a sprawling estate in the country. If they noticed that Jon and Kate's family and friends—most notably Aunt Jodi and Beth—were, one by one, being estranged from the family (reportedly over financial disputes), it did not stop believers from looking to this couple for inspiration on how to be a good Christian family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everything changed. Reports surfaced that Jon was out partying with co-eds and getting too friendly with a 23-year-old teacher. Shortly thereafter the tabloids claimed that Kate was having an affair with her bodyguard and that she had given Jon the go-ahead to see other women, as long as he showed up for filming. The truthfulness of all of these claims has yet to be established. But one thing is clear—the marriage is crumbling. In fact, on the season five premiere, which aired on Memorial Day, the couple expressed no love for one another and made no promises about being together in the future. Both appeared ready to file for divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewers, and especially evangelical viewers, are aghast. How could such a loving, Christian family disintegrate so quickly? Is the failure of their marriage due to the stress of parenting multiples? Can it be attributed to Kate's love of celebrity versus Jon's desire to retreat from the limelight? Might it be the result of living under constant (albeit self-imposed) surveillance? I suspect that each of these theories tell part of the story. But the story that has not been told is the one that sees in Jon and Kate the shortcomings of evangelical piety itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We evangelicals tend to be easily impressed. We cheered on Jon and Kate's decision to carry all six babies to term but rarely considered the prior question: Was it right for them to undergo risky fertility treatments in the first place? They had been married only a matter of months when Kate, who was in her mid-20s at the time, took fertility medication to stimulate her ovaries for intrauterine insemination and became pregnant with their twins, Cara and Mady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few years later, Kate's ovaries were stimulated once again, but this time they were hyper-stimulated. Warned by their doctor during an ultrasound examination that the fertility medication had worked a little too well and that four mature follicles were present, Jon and Kate nonetheless went ahead with the insemination. Apparently their doctor had miscounted on that fateful day, because Kate soon discovered that she was pregnant with seven embryos (one of which miscarried a short time later). Six babies were growing in a space designed for one, posing great risks to the life of each baby as well as to the life of their mother. Faced with this unintended but preventable situation, Jon and Kate were right to carry all of the babies to term. But this decision is not enough to warrant their status as models of Christian faithfulness. That most evangelicals were satisfied to celebrate the end—six miraculous lives—rather than assess the morality of the means whereby those lives were created, betrays the thinness of evangelical reflection on reproductive ethics. Too often our ethics have focused so singularly on the question of abortion that we have given comparatively little attention to the morally-significant issues surrounding infertility, reproductive technology, childbirth, and parenting. As such, we have a hard time challenging the assumptions of our consumerist culture or those who, like Jon and Kate, seem to be beholden to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fellow Christians, we should have reminded the Gosselins that life is a gift to be received in gratitude, not something to be grasped, purchased, or sold. In many ways, the last four seasons of Jon &amp; Kate Plus Eight is the story of a family that seemed to progressively lose sight of this truth. Of course, they had help along the way from TLC, from the show's producers, and not least of all, from their Christian viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first few episodes revealed the earning potential of this "everyday family," Jon &amp; Kate Plus Eight became a brand name that was packaged and sold. And many Christians were happy to comply by opening up their wallets and their fellowship halls. When the network and the couple were not satisfied with the money generated through high ratings and book sales, the Gosselin home was filled with product placements and the children were filmed for long hours each week. All the while many (though not all) evangelicals watched with undiscerning eyes. Somewhere along the line we, like Jon and Kate, seemed to forget the warnings of 1 Timothy 6:9-10 - "But those who want to be rich fall into temptation and are trapped by many senseless and harmful desires that plunge people into ruin and destruction. For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil, and in their eagerness to be rich some have wandered away from the faith and pierced themselves with many pains." (NRSV)&lt;br /&gt;It was not until the recent allegations of sexual impropriety arose that a significant number of Christians began to question whether Jon and Kate were indeed the examples of faithful living that we had imagined. Somehow most of us missed the long trajectory that was, day by day, moving them farther from a life of Christian virtue. Sexual immorality—whether actual or merely suspected—caught our attention, but the materialism, narcissism, and exploitation of children that preceded it was largely overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, the breakdown of Jon and Kate's marriage is but a symptom of the larger weaknesses of ethics in the evangelical community. We are easily seduced by wealth and fame. We are easily contented by the shallow rhetoric of hot-button issues. In short, we are easily deceived by cultural values painted in Christian veneers (or clothed in Isaiah 40:31 T-shirts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hope for us—and the hope of Jon and Kate—is to turn once again to the rich, complex, and difficult ethics of Jesus and to let those ethics form us into a more discerning people in the world. It is time that we look for role models who value self-sacrifice over material gain. It is time that we practice forgiveness and the healing of broken relationships and call fellow Christians to do the same. It is time that we take our own marriage vows seriously and hold our brothers and sisters to be true to their commitments as well. Most importantly, it is time that we develop a view of faith and life that is capable of asking deep questions and courageous enough to embody real answers. Then, and only then, will Christians have something to offer the world and something to offer Jon &amp; Kate Plus Eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Vermeer Elliott is a faculty member at Eastern University, St. Davids, PA, where she teaches courses in Christian ethics and interdisciplinary studies and directs advising and first-year programs. She holds a master of theological studies degree from Duke Divinity School. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Speaking Out" is Christianity Today's guest opinion column and (unlike an editorial) does not necessarily represent the opinion of the publication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2009 Christianity Today. Click for reprint information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2009/juneweb-only/122-11.0.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-780809799637339459?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/780809799637339459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=780809799637339459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/780809799637339459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/780809799637339459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/trouble-in-paradise.html' title='Trouble in Paradise....'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-5059907806675051282</id><published>2009-05-21T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:13:10.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FANTASTIC!</title><content type='html'>Today, I headed over to Kaiser Elementary in Roseville for a Walk-A-Thon.  I'm still unsure as to what we were walking for!  :-)  I had a great time with the 4th grade class.  Here are some interesting facts pertaining to said Walk-A-Thon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. - We walked around the perimeter of the school eight times.&lt;br /&gt;2. - The weather was gorgeous, but hot where shade was not present.&lt;br /&gt;3. - Austin Blanton has a FANTASTIC voice...in his opinion...  He serenaded me the entire time with such random selections as "Celebrate", "Funky Town", "I Love Rock 'n' Roll", etc.  Let me tell you, I was about ready to "put another quarter in the jukebox, baby" 'cause I needed to hear something other than the "harmonious" strains of Austin's pre-pubescent voice...  Need I say more?  I love the kid.  He's hilarious and, quite frankly, a joy!  However, I don't see him making it to the American Idol finals anytime soon.  Sorry, Austin.&lt;br /&gt;4. - Tabitha Boling.  VERY FUNNY GIRL!  Every time we would stop for a break, she'd belt out, "Keep going!  I wanna get this over with!"  She is a very sweet girl who surprised me with her new-found assertiveness!  &lt;br /&gt;5. - I had a great time with Terri Simants, the 4th grade teacher that I work with.  She truly loves and cares for her students.  She informed me that she chose to sponser one of her kids in order that they could attend a fieldt rip to Mackinac Island.  How cool!  Terri does a FANTASTIC job of prominently, yet humbly displaying her love for Christ clearly to her kids.  FANTASTIC!&lt;br /&gt;6. - I love Wayne Johnson, the principal, of Kaiser.  This guy is in love with Jesus.  Praise the Lord for Wayne's godly leadership within the Roseville school district.  Great principal, friend, and brother and FANTASTIC encourager.&lt;br /&gt;7. - Perris Gunter filled me on all the crushes.  The boys adamantly denied having a crush on anyone.....as their cheeks turned bright red....  :-)&lt;br /&gt;8. - I felt FANTASTIC after completing the eight laps around the school!  My ankle held up quite well and I feel refreshed and invigorated!&lt;br /&gt;9. - I have become very attached to these kids and will miss them next year.  I am so grateful for the involvement of my church in the lives of these kids.  We've been blessed in that God has allowed us to openly minister to them via Connect, the Kaiser Science Fair, the spaghetti dinner, and today's Walk-A-Thon.  I look forward to continued opportunities to reach these kids for Christ.  What a FANTASTIC day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-5059907806675051282?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5059907806675051282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=5059907806675051282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/5059907806675051282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/5059907806675051282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/fantastic.html' title='FANTASTIC!'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-8270996471890144279</id><published>2009-04-18T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:28:43.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts about showering and birthdays...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here I am at the folks' waiting to get into the shower.  This brings back memories of living in a one-bathroom house with my younger sister and tub-time-loving father, praying that I would not wet my pants because bathroom time was hard to come by.  That was before my brother was born...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today, is my brother's 18th birthday.  I can remember a time where he would flat out refuse to shower.  Now, it's difficult to get him out of the shower in time to catch a few drops of hot H20 for myself.  Ever try rinsing Pantene out of your hair with cold water?  Doesn't work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the issue of the birthday.  Looks like we are doing a night on the town at Famous Dave's and then back to the homestead for a little surprise party thrown together by mi madre y yo (that's Espanol for: my mother and I).  Good thing lil' bro doesn't read my blog or the surprise would not be!  :-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I had this thought that he would be done showering by the time I reached then end of this post.  He's not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-8270996471890144279?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8270996471890144279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=8270996471890144279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/8270996471890144279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/8270996471890144279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-thoughts-about-showering-and.html' title='Random thoughts about showering and birthdays...'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-4795703285154510474</id><published>2009-04-13T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:58:50.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth is Stranger than Fiction...</title><content type='html'>Sooo….  Here I sit, on a Sunday evening, watching The Apprentice.  I’ve had a long day at work and missed Easter Sunday services at my church.  My mood is reflective (and sleepy) and inquisitive.  I am wondering how to approach a particular situation.  I am wondering if an approach is even necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, I had a very interesting conversation in my kitchen.  This conversation shed some light, but also made scenarios and situations and little darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate has a five-year-old daughter.  I have been very aware of this fact for the last three years.  This little girl lives with us and makes those in her presence aware of her existence at every opportunity.  She is a bubbly, bright, sometimes mischievous little spark plug.  I love her dearly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each April, my roommate’s now thirteen-year-old nephew comes to stay with us for a couple of weeks.  He currently resides in the Czech Republic (that’s a bit of a drive)!    He is also quite bright and somewhat old for his age.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, I noticed my roommate’s daughter referring to her cousin as “my brother”.  I naively thought she was joking and corrected her.  The “nephew” then corrected me by stating that my roommate is his mother, not his aunt.  Hmmm….  My roommate has only mentioned that she has been married once before and that she only has one child.  Come to find out, my roommate was, at one point, married to her “nephew’s” father, gave birth to her “nephew” and then divorced her “nephew’s” father.  She later remarried her daughter’s father, became pregnant, and divorced for a second time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nephew proceeded to share with me that he lives “all over the world”.  When asking him exactly what that meant, he clarified by saying that his father moves a lot for work purposes.  Thinking that his father probably has a career in international trade or finance, I asked what his father does for a living.  His response, “My father is a tailor.”  Hmmm...    I do not know any tailors who are required to move around the world in order to support themselves…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all very unusual to me as my roommate has always referred to her son as her “nephew”.  She has never ever mentioned that she has been married twice.  She only refers to her second marriage.  I find even more unusual that, when asked how many children she has, she always responds, “One.  I have a daughter.”  The whole tailor bit is also quite interesting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering whether the topic is worth mentioning or if I should let sleeping dogs lie…  My overall feeling is that I am somewhat indifferent to the situation.  This has always been the case.  My knowing versus my not knowing the full story really has little bearing on the present circumstances.  The dilemma is whether or not to believe other facts she’s relayed to me.  Will she continue to be untruthful with situations that could later on harm or affect one or both of us?  While I care deeply for her soul and wish the truth to be known, is it really my job to press the issue???  Should I wait on the Lord to bring the truth to light?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things to ponder while watching “The Donald”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-4795703285154510474?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4795703285154510474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=4795703285154510474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/4795703285154510474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/4795703285154510474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/truth-is-stranger-than-fiction.html' title='Truth is Stranger than Fiction...'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-1560840201324206678</id><published>2009-04-08T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T05:21:54.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donut-Dunkin' Dynamic Duo</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have been watching two little boys since yesterday.  Their parents are out of town for a last "hoorah" until the birth of their fourth child sometime in May.  When I agreed to do this, I had no idea what I was getting myself into (as is usually the case when I agree to do something)!  We have been having a blast, but these are two very busy little boys!  Experience as a nanny and well seasoned babysitter has taught me that constant entertainment is the the key to successful childcare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, our adventure began roughly five minutes after booting Mom and Dad out the door!  We headed to the mall in hopes of seeking out the kiddie play area.  We huffed and we puffed and we tore through the mall like three wild banchees.  Upon arrival at the play station, we were disappointed to see a signed posted which read "play area closed".  Nuts!  We then tore back through the mall (I think we were ponies this time) to head to a different mall.  Long story short, we managed to achieve the same results, "play area closed".  Well, this was discouraging!  Okay, the third time's the charm, right?  We rip-roared across town to mall #3...  You do not even want to go there...  "Play area closed".  The boys and I are convinced that there is a conspiracy in the state of Michigan to detain us from enjoying any mall kiddie play area.  How rude!  Praise the Lord for MacDonald's!  God's gift to preschoolers!  I can honestly say that I have never spent more than one hour inside a MacDonald's in my entire life......until yesterday.  Let the good times roll.  We jumped!  We ran!  We chased!  We climbed!  We slid!  We giggled!  And we wet our pants.  Well, not ALL of us.  Just one of us.  Thankfully, the one who was wearing the diaper....he will remain nameless so as not to cause embarassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an exhausting visit to Micky D's, we headed to the gym at church, per the request of Braeden.  He wanted to play in the "dim" (a.k.a. "gym").  It is amazing what one can do with ping pong balls...  We golfed!  Who knew?  We then played a rousing game of hide-'n'-seek (some of us could not keep quiet while hiding due to giggling fits), then we hurled basketballs at the net in hopes of make a basket.  This simply was not to be.  Oh well.  Points for effort!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then reached the point in our day where we are so tired that we are sprawled out on the gym floor...  We head home for naptime.  Only one of us is of napping age.  Therefore, myself and Braeden played a few rounds of Candyland.  I found that we are both grossly competitive.  I did not win.  Let's not go there...  Braeden, evidently, has learned (from someone....probably a parent....probably the male one...his mother is way too nice to do anything like that) that it is hilarous to gloat when you win!  That was painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SdyUtV4mdmI/AAAAAAAAAgA/8MvkngOuCA0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SdyUtV4mdmI/AAAAAAAAAgA/8MvkngOuCA0/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322292366334654050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SdyVAkHec2I/AAAAAAAAAgI/G8FAqwdPUUE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SdyVAkHec2I/AAAAAAAAAgI/G8FAqwdPUUE/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322292696572654434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, it's back in the mini-van for a night on the town.  Okay, not exactly.  We headed to "Soccer Tots" over at Total Soccer.  That was actually a lot of fun!  Ethen and I got a kick out of watching Braeden and his peers play "Foxes and Farmers" and notorious other soccer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to the nearest "Redbox" to rent "Bolt" per the movie buff's (Braeden) request.  It was not long before both boys were sacked out and down for the count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SdyV5qyrUxI/AAAAAAAAAgY/TdMSObb0QG8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SdyV5qyrUxI/AAAAAAAAAgY/TdMSObb0QG8/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322293677617009426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SdyV59L9j1I/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDHSoV6Aiso/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SdyV59L9j1I/AAAAAAAAAgg/aDHSoV6Aiso/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322293682554900306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven hours later, we are up and at 'em.   Braeden has been looking forward to breakfast since yesterday.  CHOCOLATE DONUTS!!!!!!  Who wouldn't look forward to that!  Ethen goes for the raisins....  I don't get it.  Braeden is able to sway Ethen away from the dark side and encourages him to dunk his donuts into his water.  Yum.  Enticing.  Still don't get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SdyVPnfW_TI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6raiCWWZryM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SdyVPnfW_TI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6raiCWWZryM/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322292955176172850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we can squeeze in a few more adventure before this afternoon's return of the parental units!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-1560840201324206678?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1560840201324206678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=1560840201324206678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/1560840201324206678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/1560840201324206678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/donut-dunkin-dynamic-duo.html' title='Donut-Dunkin&apos; Dynamic Duo'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SdyUtV4mdmI/AAAAAAAAAgA/8MvkngOuCA0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-6698115633758803087</id><published>2009-04-07T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:41:23.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Our experiences do not DEFINE.  They REFINE."  --  V.B.G.</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's been a while.  Not much more I can say about that!  I've decided that having a blog requires one to actually sit down and, well, BLOG!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been over a year since my last post.  In that time, I have destroyed two vehicles, completed six weeks of physical therapy, drawn  much close to my God (can I get an "Amen"?), experienced life-changing, spiritually rich friendships, purchased strange looking shoes, lost three loved ones (why do things always come in three's?), managed to weazle out of two speeding tickets (don't ask), considered dropping off a sleep number bed on the Raeses' front porch, watched someone named "Obama" assume the role of U.S. president (no comment), joined a small group that I love dearly, worked intermittently in a homeless shelter, tutored 4th graders, worked extensively in a church/public school program, taught 2nd graders, cleaned the bathroom (LOL!), and considered getting cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I am ever so grateful that my identity is not "car-crashing-friendly-PT-shoe-purchasing-weazle who speeds-sleep numbers-Obama?-group member-friend to homeless-4th grade tutor-2nd grade teacher-bathroom cleaning-cable patron."  :-)  Can I get another "Amen"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past year, I've found myself learning more and more that my identity is Christ.  He is everything.  He is my lifeline, my every heartbeat, my hope, my joy, sometimes my sadness.  "I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener.   He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes  so that it will be even more fruitful."  John 15:1-2.  Lots of pruning has occured over the past year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am onstantly reminded that I was purchased at a very heavy price.  I Cor. 6:19-20, "What?  Don't you know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit which you have in you?  You are NOT your own!  You were bought with a price!  Therefore, glorify God in your body and in your spirit which are God's!"  Therein lies my identity.  I am God's.  Plain and simple.  At the end of each pruning, I am God's.  At the start of each new bud, I am God's.  This is not deep.  It simply is.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering when I will begin to get "deep", today is not the day.  I am simply GRATEFUL for the One who defined me many years ago.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Ephesians.  It's a pretty good book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-6698115633758803087?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6698115633758803087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=6698115633758803087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6698115633758803087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6698115633758803087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-experiences-do-not-define-they.html' title='&quot;Our experiences do not DEFINE.  They REFINE.&quot;  --  V.B.G.'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-8390484687506958515</id><published>2008-06-07T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T10:17:10.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, Sweet Home!</title><content type='html'>I have been officially HOME for eight days now.  In some ways, it feels as though I'd never left.  I can remember a time during my recovery process when I thought the time would never come for me to go home.  I look back on the past few months and wonder how four months of just sitting around went by so quickly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved being back in my home church on Sunday.  It was absolutely fantastic being able to hear my pastor, reconnecting with friends, heading to lunch with those I wanted to catch up with, etc.  I jumped right into work on Monday and was able to remember access codes, passwords, policies, routines and other things that I thought for sure I'd forgotten.  I've had a very nice work week and have transitioned smoothly back into my usual routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to be working in the children's ministry department again and am looking forward to VBS this summer.  Lots to do, but loving every minute.  I just mailed 713 postcards to Roseville residents on Friday and am very curious about the number of attenders we will have this year.  Our VBS goal is to have 300 children in attendance.  I think we will go way beyond 300. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up as an engine has been provided for my car.  YEAH!  I can't believe how God has chosen to work things out.  We know He provides and we know that He keeps His promises, so why am I always surprised when He follows through? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to read through "Knowing God" by J.I. Packar again.  I typically go through this book at least once a year, but thought it would be appropriate to read through it again.  There is so much wisdom to be gleaned from its pages.  I am constantly forgetting that knowing about God is different that knowing Him.  If I were to describe to you a batch of cookies and their ingredients, you'd know about them.  You wouldn't really know them from the standpoint that you had not eaten one.  You could not attest to their taste, their goodness, their texture, their size, etc.  You'd know nothing of their personal qualities and characteristics.  While I am not in the habit of becoming so intimate with cookies, it is a good analogy nonetheless.  To know Christ means that we must experience hardship so that we may know His joy, weakness so that we may know His strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four months leaves one with lots of time to reflect on many different things.  Recognition of how little I know Him is just one of many issues that were contemplated.  I got so tired of people telling me that I needed to rest until I figured out that to rest means to TRUST!  :-)  I also am learning that worries are obsessions.  We can choose to obsess about our needs or we can chooses to be obsessed with the author and finisher of those same needs.  Our circumstances do not define us.  They refine us.  It is the priority of every believer to ask of himself one question, "How much am I willing to trust?"  When God promises, He delivers.  What He says, He will do.  There is no room for doubt in a faithful heart....something I must tell myself on a regular basis!  :-)  --  Just a few ramblings from a woman who wishes to look back on this period of her life a few years down the road...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-8390484687506958515?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8390484687506958515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=8390484687506958515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/8390484687506958515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/8390484687506958515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home, Sweet Home!'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-1397730648450117390</id><published>2008-06-07T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T10:00:57.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 MILLION REASONS TO THANK THE LORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This list is updated the 1st of each month.  Just a little something to keep things in the proper perspective!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. - My Lord!&lt;br /&gt;2. - My salvation&lt;br /&gt;3. - My church&lt;br /&gt;4. - Marc Graham - My dad and I have butt heads, but I have no doubt that he loves me. Any stability or consistency or love for the Lord is due to the example I had growing up - kids practice what they SEE more than what is preached to them.. He is always the one I want to talk to when I need spiritual direction. He knows his stuff!&lt;br /&gt;5. - Marcia Graham - My mom has done EVERYTHING for me this year and she always seems happy to help me. I can ask her for anything and she will help.&lt;br /&gt;6. - Sara Graham - A good sense of humor comes in handy when I'm not up to par - she is direct and dry which makes for lots of laughing. She is a good sister because she sent me a package today! Thanks, Bug!&lt;br /&gt;7. - Aaron Graham - Always helpful and has lowered his interest rates when I have to borrow money from him. He is a cool brother and has a HUGE heart. I can't wait to see what God does in his life.&lt;br /&gt;8. - Dorothy Graham - If I could be more like my grandma, I would consider that an accomplishment worth celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;9. - Maggie Graham (only because Mom will kill me if I don't add the dog)&lt;br /&gt;10. - Cassie Levy - The coolest aunt ever to roam the earth. There is nothing that she does not do for her family. She has always been protective of her favorite niece!&lt;br /&gt;11. - Maurice "Moshe" Levy - Who has an uncle who can recite the entire Old Testament by heart, who used to be a rabbi, who was considered dead by his wife and four children just because he accepted Christ as his Savior and somehow wound up in my family? There is no one more tenderhearted than he is.&lt;br /&gt;12. - Bob Johnson II - Knows how to preach the Word!&lt;br /&gt;13. - Cathi Johnson - My cosmetic crisis counselor. I left my make-up in a Chicago cab and Cathi saved my life!&lt;br /&gt;14. Rebecca Johnson - Very sweet spirit&lt;br /&gt;15. Arianna Johnson (She is the COOLEST! She helped me put the chips away at the last membership luncheon)!&lt;br /&gt;16. - Ben Henderson - I've never seen anyone so driven to be a grape! I now know what passion looks like.&lt;br /&gt;17. Jerry Benge - I now know what compassion looks like.&lt;br /&gt;18. Kellie Benge - I now know what mercy looks like.&lt;br /&gt;19. Joel Benge - I now know what helpfulness looks like.&lt;br /&gt;20. Charissa Benge - I now know what God can do when you are truly open to Him.&lt;br /&gt;21. Terry O'Brien (this guy is my crisis counselor - definitely full service) - I now know what it means to be unwavering and unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;22. Ruthanne O'Brien - She is the calm before, during AND after the storm. I now know what peace looks like.&lt;br /&gt;23. Matthew Johannes - It's got to be a crime to be that cute.&lt;br /&gt;24. - Bob &amp;amp; Shelly Johannes - A few brief opportunities to better know them.&lt;br /&gt;25. - Mark &amp;amp; Ruth Klein and gang - Always helping, always encouraging. Very warm and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;26. - Kim Lyons - the Duplicator Diva and Encouragement Queen&lt;br /&gt;27. - Jan Alvaro - Microsoft Publisher has changed my life!&lt;br /&gt;28. - Pat Musser - Classy, patient, diligent - she's taught me very much in very little time.&lt;br /&gt;29. - Brien Brough - I now know what it looks like to live a lifestyle of worship.&lt;br /&gt;30. - Dawn Brough - I now know what it means to be REAL, to walk on faith rather than stand on fear.&lt;br /&gt;31. - Toria Brough - Very tenderhearted, always goes out of her way to talk to me when she sees me. I love this kid!&lt;br /&gt;32. - Braeden Brough - You are the BEST at Hide-And-Seek.&lt;br /&gt;33. - Ethen Brough - Once again, it's a crime to be that cute.&lt;br /&gt;34. - Denise Hardy - "Grace, grace, God's grace. Grace that is greater than all my sin..."&lt;br /&gt;35. - Kristie Schoel &amp;amp; family - I don't have the words...&lt;br /&gt;36. - Janell Farmer &amp;amp; family - I know what it means to be faithful now.&lt;br /&gt;37. - Joyce &amp;amp; Tony Griffin - Always checking on me, always praying for me.&lt;br /&gt;38. -Merisa Musemic - We thought she was blind, but I don't think she knows that she is... I now know what determination looks like.&lt;br /&gt;39. - Bernie Hutek - One of the greatest nurses I've ever known. Please adopt me!&lt;br /&gt;40. - Ramona Hunko - Also one of the greatest nurses I've ever known! I've never seen such tenderhearted care for people in the workplace and for me outside of the workplace. You can adopt me, too!&lt;br /&gt;41. - Jessica Paulus - She is ALWAYS there. Giving me a home when I didn't have one, being a sister when I most needed it. 17 years of friendship and that bond continues to strengthen every day. I now know what it looks like to get back on the horse!&lt;br /&gt;42. - Melissa Oswald - Very passionate in nursing others. Wonderful, wonderful woman and excellent friend. She helped me so much this week. Not someone I would want to live without knowing.&lt;br /&gt;43. - Kim, Jose, Gabriella and Liliana Valderrama - Friends for the past 10 years. To have been entrusted with their children, to have known them since birth has truly been a gift to me. You immediately took me into your home as family.&lt;br /&gt;44. - To be able to say that I have so many long &amp;amp; strong friendships, still thriving. Most people long for ONE good friend, I'm not even 1/4th of the way through my list yet.&lt;br /&gt;45. - Barb Werry - Continually pushing forward even when it hurts. What an inspiration to me. 46. - My leg doesn't hurt!&lt;br /&gt;47. - I am home and not in the hopsital.&lt;br /&gt;48. - I am sleeping well.&lt;br /&gt;49. - I have incredible help.&lt;br /&gt;50. - Pain pumps and pills!!!&lt;br /&gt;51. - I was able to shower this evening!!!&lt;br /&gt;52. - It is getting much easier to ambulate with my lovely walker - no jokes please.&lt;br /&gt;53. - Is it okay to put my mom on here twice? It is MY blog....&lt;br /&gt;54. - I am happy to have my Bible in my possession for the first time since Friday.&lt;br /&gt;55. - I love that I can listen to sermons and class sessions from church online. That has made things so much better.&lt;br /&gt;56. - Melissa &amp;amp; Jon Schuttlefield - Some of my favorite people and a very interesting college roommate. God is so amazing when we love Him enough to practice church discipline. I am grateful every day that my sister came back to Him. She is the best!&lt;br /&gt;57. - I love the sheets on this bed! They are so soft - it is the little things that make the biggest difference.&lt;br /&gt;58. - I am thankful that Brien gave me something to do today! That really makes me feel much better! - You are a great brother to me!&lt;br /&gt;59. - Deodorant (I am dead serious)&lt;br /&gt;60. - My shower chair! (Don't knock it 'til you have to try it!)&lt;br /&gt;61. - Ray Graham - My grandfather died a few years ago, but gave me one of the most meaningful memories I'll ever have. On graduation day, he pulled me aside and said he loved me and that he and my grandmother have prayed for me every day since I was born. I never knew that until he told me. He was a class act all the way. Very faithful and when he said he would do something, you could bank on it.&lt;br /&gt;2/15/08&lt;br /&gt;62. - Pastor Fred &amp;amp; Sue Froman - True mountain climbers &amp;amp; Philippians 3:14 kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;63 . - My funny e-mail from Ruthanne today. She makes me laugh a lot!&lt;br /&gt;64. - I am slowly regaining an appetite.&lt;br /&gt;65. - Bananas &amp;amp; Cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;66. - My brother is home from school today helping me out.&lt;br /&gt;67. - The dog is not bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;68. - I have some very good books that were given to me. I now have the time to read them.&lt;br /&gt;69. - I was able to scoot down to the main floor today, one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;70. - I had a change of scenery and spent time with my mom watching "Hotel Rwanda". This REALLY helped brighten my day - BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;71. - I was able to scoot back up the stairs backwards using my good leg and my elbows to push up to the next step.&lt;br /&gt;72. - Needless to say, this provided much entertainment for my family. My brother said, "We should do 'butt-on-the-stairs' night more often.&lt;br /&gt;73. - Laughter! It really is the best medicine. We were all laughing so hard AT me (I know it wasn't WITH me, even though I was laughing, too!) that my stomach is actually sore. You really shouldn't ever take yourself too seriously!&lt;br /&gt;74. - I had a really good day today. Each day is drastically better than the one before. I am so much stronger today than I was even two days ago. I'm just thankful to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;75. - I am thankful for Caleb (the intern whose last name I do not know). He always asks me how I'm doing and makes me laugh all the time. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;2/17/08&lt;br /&gt;76. - Yesterday, my mom was able to repair my badly damagaed hair. It turned into a giant tangled mess during my hospital stay. I thought it would all have to but cut off.&lt;br /&gt;77. - Very nice, encouraging e-mail from Terry O'Brien this morning!&lt;br /&gt;78. - Lots of e-mails from Ruthanne - those help tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;79. - Very sweet card from Ron &amp;amp; Kristie Schoel and their two girls.&lt;br /&gt;80. - Phonecall from Cindy Essian.&lt;br /&gt;81. - Phonecall from Merisa Musemic.&lt;br /&gt;82. - Robert Migliore - My adopted uncle! He bends over backwards constantly and doesn't even think twice about it. He's always taken excellent care of us. Thanks for the call, Robert.&lt;br /&gt;83. - Very nice e-mails from my cousin, Clint.&lt;br /&gt;84. - I heard from my cousin, Cassie Jo, for the first time in over 20 years. She's been deployed to Baghdad as a Warrant Officer. She REALLY encouraged me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;85. - Kent Williams - thanks for the hospital visit and for tolerating all of my bad jokes.&lt;br /&gt;86. - Encouraging phonecall from Christina Isbell. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;87. - Happy to finally have found shorts big enough to fit over my cast. I never thought pants would be such a luxury!&lt;br /&gt;88. - Cell phones!&lt;br /&gt;89. - Laptops (even the ones that are not Mac's)...&lt;br /&gt;90. - I was able to pull out my nerve catheter and remove my pain pump PAINLESSLY the other night. This makes for much easier ambulation and I enjoyed grossing my mom out thoroughly!&lt;br /&gt;91. - I did not cry at all yesterday and only a little bit today (I really want to be at church right now)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;92. - Dinner with Jess and my new favorite dessert: Chili's white chocolate molten cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;93. - Call from Ruthanne O'Brien - very nice conversation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;94. - We are finally working on a new church directory and we have a very neat committee of people heading this up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;95. - Call from Keith Kaynor and time in prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;96. - My roommate waived this month's rent as a result of Keith's prayer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;97. - My car has been taken to salvage and I never have to deal with it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;98. - A good report from the ortho surgeon - my ankle is healing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;99. - My scooter - i am much more mobile now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;100. - My cousin, CJ - it's been good reconnecting with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;101. - A nice e-mail from my cousin, Joe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;102. - A note from my cousin, Clint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;103. - My sister is coming home to visit for a couple of weeks (and she thinks she's going to give me a makeover....Lord help me)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;104. - An encouraging call from Dawn Brough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;105. - A nice call from Brien Brough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;106. - My hair finally looks normal after some serious work on the part of my hairdresser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;107. - Tons and tons of encouraging cards in the mail since I got out of the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;108. - Shonda Werry - She had a great report from her doctor and is doing well! Praise the Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;109. - Svjetlana and Merisa Musemic. It's odd how when you try to reach out to someone else, they end up reaching out to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;110. - Joyce Griffen - Very nice card in the mail and tons of encouragement each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;111. - Great card from the O'Briens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;112. - VERY, VERY nice card from Ron &amp;amp; Kathy Campbell - these people are a testimony to me of I John 4 (Perfect Love). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;113. - I'm actually enjoying this time as long as I take it day by day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;114. - A package of cards created by my second grade class on Wednesday nights. Very cool!&lt;br /&gt;115. - Kelly Patterson and family - a valued and timely friendship.&lt;br /&gt;116. - Easter - I think that speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;117. - Beautiful weather today.&lt;br /&gt;118. - My sister is home for a visit - entertainment WILL commence.&lt;br /&gt;119. - My brother, for helping me to get around church today.  It's tough to do that by myself these days!&lt;br /&gt;120. - Ruthanne O'Brien for picking me up for the day a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;121. - We're going to publish a new church directory.  What a cool group of gals we have on our committee.&lt;br /&gt;122. - I'm VERY thankful for decent authors - there's nothing like curling up with a good book.&lt;br /&gt;123. - Pastor Keith - when he prays, the Lord delivers (VERY QUICKLY)!&lt;br /&gt;123. - God has provided more financial means via disability checks than initially expected. I was able to pay more bills than I had anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;124. - My boss is going to hold my position for as long as necessary!  PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;br /&gt;125. - Brien Brough, who provided me with some VBS work to keep me occupied during my "vacation".&lt;br /&gt;126. - I'm halfway to getting this cast off (I think)!&lt;br /&gt;127. - It was good to get out of the house for a couple of hours yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;128. - Showering is much easier now.&lt;br /&gt;129. - A good visit from my sister!&lt;br /&gt;130. - A note from Leslie!&lt;br /&gt;131. - I am finished revising the VBS cards for 2008!&lt;br /&gt;132. - Ruthanne's attachments came through.&lt;br /&gt;133. - I slept better last night and am slowly weaning myself off pain meds.&lt;br /&gt;134. - A fun day with Jessi on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;135. - Jessi is excused from jury duty!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;136. - An e-mail message from Christina!&lt;br /&gt;137. - A potential visit from Christina????&lt;br /&gt;138. - Almost all of the snow has melted!&lt;br /&gt;139. - One day closer to going home!&lt;br /&gt;140. - My finances are finally being whipped in to shape!&lt;br /&gt;141. - Nice people at my finance company!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;142. - Being able to have things on the calendar for this week!&lt;br /&gt;143. - A positive report from the doctor today 4/3/08 - only four weeks until I can start walking!&lt;br /&gt;144. - Dinner with Jess this evening - it was nice being out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;145. - A visit from the neighbor - haven't seen him in a couple of years!&lt;br /&gt;146. - All my paperwork for today is done.&lt;br /&gt;147. - I am sleeping very well and am officially weaned off pain meds!  Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;148. - I get to start physical therapy on Tuesday 4/8/08.  A friend of mine is going to be my therapist!  How cool is that?!!!&lt;br /&gt;149. - I finding lots of old friends on My Space.&lt;br /&gt;150. - I am done revising the VBS cards for July '08.&lt;br /&gt;151. - Cool testimonies to read from the last membership class at church.  I get to scan all the paperwork today.&lt;br /&gt;152. - REALLY NICE, SUNNY, WARM weather the last couple of days and today.&lt;br /&gt;153. - Today is Jessica's 30th birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;154. - I don't have to wear the boot/cast to bed anymore...  Only when I am out and about.  Life is so much more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;155. - I am walking again!&lt;br /&gt;156. - Physical therapy is going very well.&lt;br /&gt;157. - Only two more weeks of therapy left to go.&lt;br /&gt;158. - Tim Farmer will put an engine in my car free of charge (I just have to get an engine now)!&lt;br /&gt;159. - Very cool phone chat with Janell.&lt;br /&gt;160. - Lots of laughing with Ruth Klein two days ago and a little encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;161. - My bills are being paid.&lt;br /&gt;162. - I will have survived 30 years on Monday!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;163. - Aaron got a 34 on his ACT's!&lt;br /&gt;164. - I got a birthday present in the mail yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;165. - Warmer weather.&lt;br /&gt;166. - Christina is coming to visit me in July.  YEAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;167. - Awesome VBX program this year - only a few weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;168. - Church directory portrait sessions are going smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;169. - Reconnecting with Ruthanne Willard - haven't seen her in 17 years....&lt;br /&gt;170. - Jessi's victory with DMB!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;171. - Someone is paying $10,000 on Duane and Mechelle's Florida mortgage.  That is HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;172. - The freedom that I have in Christ - the freedom that IS Christ.&lt;br /&gt;173. - I am back home now!&lt;br /&gt;174. - Transportation for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;175. - The opportunity to go to dinner with the O'Briens prior to their vacation.&lt;br /&gt;176. - A new engine for my car.&lt;br /&gt;177. - Tim Farmer's willingness to help with the car issues.&lt;br /&gt;178. - The Huebners - always great to see what God has done over the years in the lives of those whom I have lost track with.&lt;br /&gt;179. - Sam Carmon - freedom from drugs &amp;amp; alcohol, salvation, peace after the death of his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;180. - Joyful reunions at church last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;181. - Warm, sunny weather.&lt;br /&gt;182. - Good health - I'm up walking around again, slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;183. - Back in the saddle with ministry opportunities at church.&lt;br /&gt;184. - Almost finished with pictorial directory photography sessions.&lt;br /&gt;185. - Katie Aune - lots of potential there.&lt;br /&gt;186. - Christina Henderson - only a few more weeks until she's here visiting!!!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 36:5-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5 Your love, O LORD, reaches to the heavens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;       your faithfulness to the skies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14445" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains,&lt;br /&gt;      your justice like the great deep.&lt;br /&gt;      O LORD, you preserve both man and beast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14446" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; How priceless is your unfailing love!&lt;br /&gt;      Both high and low among men&lt;br /&gt;      find refuge in the shadow of your wings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14447" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; They feast on the abundance of your house;&lt;br /&gt;      you give them drink from your river of delights. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14448" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; For with you is the fountain of life;&lt;br /&gt;      in your light we see light. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14449" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; Continue your love to those who know you,&lt;br /&gt;      your righteousness to the upright in heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-1397730648450117390?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205970226486549266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SD9SV6z9myI/AAAAAAAAAUw/PRaO_cuAjD8/s1600-h/soccer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SD9SV6z9myI/AAAAAAAAAUw/PRaO_cuAjD8/s400/soccer.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205970230781516578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, my human nature interferes with my faith.  I find myself wondering where God is in a particularly bad situation.  I begin to doubt His faithfulness and question whether or not He is truly interested in the day-to-day goings; whether He is paying attention.  It's odd how we, as mere sinners, think we know better than our Creator.  Honestly, how often do you see a Ford Focus questioning it's engineer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent my week caring for a very special little boy named Tamarkus.  He is almost two and can, at times, be a stinker.  I am amazed, however, at the wonderful disposition of such a suffering child.  I am even more grateful at God's continued guidance and protection for this child.  Tarmarkus' parents, combined, have a rough background.  They are unbelievers and are most likely not surrounded by strong examples of Christian character.  Through a series of personal events, a close friend of mine came to know of Tamarkus' situation.  She is quite close to his family, extended and otherwise.  She has been caring for him on a regular basis and loves him as though he were her own child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As angry as my friend and I become when we think at the thoughtlessness and carelessness of Tamarkus' parents, I can't help but try to fathom the love of Christ.....and then I realize that it is unfathomable.  He sees our worst mistakes, our innermost secrets and intentions, our ugly core.  He continues to love us without fail.  He extends His grace before we realize we even needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for my friend who is willing to sacrifice her time and personal resources in order to exercise the character of Christ.  When we serve others, it is as though we have done it unto Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day, I would like to be able to look back in life and see that my own example has been a godly one; that I caused someone to pause and question why my lifestyle is different from their own.  Tamarkus' situation serves only to further compel me to ask that God refine me, even when I don't want Him to, so that I can better represent Him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SD9SV6z9mzI/AAAAAAAAAU4/bM4AHKlQGgY/s1600-h/up+close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SD9SV6z9mzI/AAAAAAAAAU4/bM4AHKlQGgY/s400/up+close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205970230781516594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-4917883426498068857?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4917883426498068857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=4917883426498068857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/4917883426498068857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/4917883426498068857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/unfailing-love.html' title='Unfailing Love'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SD9TAaz9m2I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/W_OJZnV6BBM/s72-c/stairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-6142255267827841274</id><published>2008-05-26T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T07:56:18.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smilebox</title><content type='html'>Today I found a fun new program called Smilebox.  Smilebox allows you to create slideshows, format pictures with fun frames and blurbs, as well as scrapbook online.  You can then post your creations in your blog, e-mail them to a friend or use them for a formal presentation.  I am working on a Memorial Day tribute to my grandfather this morning.  He passed away almost seven years ago and Memorial Day is a tough day for my grandmother.  I am going to send this to her via e-mail.  I can also make this into a DVD for her to keep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the result of my first experiment today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d7a55784d7a59354e773d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="420" height="330" alt="Click to play Experiment" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d7a55784d7a59354e773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="420" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com"&gt;www.smilebox.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-6142255267827841274?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6142255267827841274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=6142255267827841274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6142255267827841274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6142255267827841274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/smilebox.html' title='Smilebox'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-6149886559142283954</id><published>2008-05-20T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:42:44.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnificent Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.ringtonematcher.com/co/ringtonematcher/02?sid=SNGtop"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Magnificent Obsession" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord, You know how much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want to know so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the way of answers and explanations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I have cried and prayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And still I seem to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the middle of life’s complications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; All this pursuing leaves me feeling like I’m chasing down the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But now it’s brought me back to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I can see again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; This is everything I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; This is everything I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want this to be my one consuming passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Everything my heart desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lord, I want it all to be for You, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Be my magnificent obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So capture my heart again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Take me to depths I’ve never been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Into the riches of Your grace and Your mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Return me to the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And let me be completely lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the wonder of the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; That You’ve shown me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cut through these chains that tie me down to so many lesser things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Let all my dreams fall to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Until this one remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You are everything I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And You are everything I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lord, You are all my heart desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You are everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You are everything I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You are everything I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want You to be my one consuming passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Everything my heart desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lord, I want it all to be for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want it all to be for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have a splitting headache.  Probably from the spiritual two-by-four by which I find myself being repeatedly struck.  Were someone to pose the question, "What have you learned during your recovery?" my response would probably  have consisted of such concepts as trust, prayer, provision, relationships....at least this is what I would've told you a couple of days ago.  I think the most difficult obstacle has been that of worry.  Worrying about finances, transportation, physical therapy, work projects, church projects, anything and everything that comes to mind. &lt;br /&gt;      I found myself struggling tremendously yesterday.  I didn't know how in the world I would be able to pay my phone bill.  The amount was not large.  I simply had no money.  I worried to the extent that finances were all that I could think about.  I could not sleep, didn't want to eat, didn't feel like talking, and was somewhat depressed about life in general.  I soon came to realize that there is another term for worry: OBSESSION!  I quickly contacted some friends whom I have respectfully dubbed my "Prayer Possey", hoping to shake things up for the better!  Now and then, I forget that God is not the giant vending machine in the sky.  I cannot simply insert a prayer in the slot and out pops a car.  While we are to bear one another's burdens, we are to do so knowing full well that He's already at work!  Instead, I find myself continuing to worry and OBSESS that I didn't pray accordingly, or that I didn't pray enough.  Like there is some magic prayer quota I must fill in order to empower Christ, thus enabling Him to fill my need...sort of like making sure to put the dust buster back on the charger so it's ready to roll for the next big clean-up...  That's just nuts! &lt;br /&gt;       I am reflecting on a conversation from Sunday morning.  I was asked by one of the ladies at church about my physical status.  I responded that all is well, but that all I need now is a car.  Her reply: "Why are you worrying about what the Lord has already provided?"  I have to admit that I was somewhat irritated by this response at the time.  My flesh was contriving all sorts of smart replies, one of them consisting of, "Oh!  You're going to give me your car?"   Of course I had not lost the ability to restrain myself, thus eliminating a certain element of embarrassment (praise God)! &lt;br /&gt;      When worrying, we allow Satan to "move in", thus giving him permission to rearrange the spiritual furniture of our hearts, Christ's home!  Out goes the sofa of confidence.  In comes the chair of doubt, the table of deceit, and the footstool of worry...  We become so ensnared in what we cannot have, do, or accomplish that we become obsessed; bordering on idolatry.  All the furniture clashes....and it's polyester....and plaid....and scratchy...it just goes from bad to worse...&lt;br /&gt;      One of my favorite passages in Scripture is centered on Peter.  I find great comfort in Peter because I find that much of my personality mirrors his own.  Peter confidently walked on water....when he was focused on Christ.  The minute he began to obsess about "What if?", "What now?", and "How"?, he began to sink...  He allowed Satan to take the reigns, to begin to contort and manipulate his thoughts and ideas.  It is so easy to develop a mindset that because we've accepted Christ, we are no longer susceptible to spiritual failings.  To tell you the truth, I feel that Satan attacks all the more.  Nonbelievers and wayward followers are no struggle as he's already won them, thus focusing most of his energies on those whom he has yet to sway.  I Peter 5:8, "&lt;/span&gt;Be self-controlled and alert. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour."  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I chose to center my blog around the vine &amp;amp; branches concept.  The idea being that Christ is the vine and I am one of the many branches abiding in that vine.  Christ wants to be my magnificent obsession, my one and only passion.  He wants me to continually push to draw nearer and nearer to Him each day because He wants to be near to me.  There is an idea of oneness; that we, as believers, are to be inseparable from our Savior; unable to tell where we end and He begins.  We are to approach Him with everything, needs, desires, hopes, weaknesses, sin; He is the keeper and protector of our hearts.  How dare we hand ourselves over to any other?  I love the passage in Romans that so clearly states that "...nothing can separate you from the love of God in Christ Jesus..."  Not even death if we have put our faith in Him. &lt;br /&gt;     Matthew 6:8 has become very dear to me in the past couple of weeks, "...Your Father knows what you need before you ask Him..."  Jesus compassionately and very directly instructs us on how to communicate with Him - humbly and intimately.  He wants to be very personal to us; wants us to be in constant communication with Him.  He's already anticipated our EVERY need. &lt;br /&gt;     Did I mention that my phone bill was taken care of last night with a few dollars to spare?  He always provides above and beyond.  You cannot out-give the Lord.  Obsess about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HThFfMKyMqY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HThFfMKyMqY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-6149886559142283954?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6149886559142283954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=6149886559142283954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6149886559142283954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6149886559142283954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/magnificent-obsession.html' title='Magnificent Obsession'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-4480855112641234180</id><published>2008-05-17T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:02:46.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handy Chart</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine sent this to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 329.25pt; border-collapse: collapse;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="439"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 117.75pt; text-align: center;" valign="top" width="157"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: green;"&gt;YOU SAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 1.75in; text-align: center;" valign="top" width="168"&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;GOD SAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 2.25pt; width: 85.5pt; text-align: center;" valign="top" width="114"&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue;"&gt;BIBLE VERSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 117.75pt; text-align: center;" valign="top" width="157"&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; 'It's   impossible'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 1.75in; text-align: center;" valign="top" width="168"&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;All things are   possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 2.25pt; width: 85.5pt; text-align: center;" valign="top" width="114"&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: blue;"&gt;(Luke 18:27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 117.75pt; text-align: center;" valign="top" width="157"&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; 'I'm too tired'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 1.75in; text-align: center;" valign="top" width="168"&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; I will give you   rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 2.25pt; width: 85.5pt; text-align: center;" valign="top" width="114"&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: blue;"&gt;(Matthew 11:28-30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 117.75pt; text-align: center;" valign="top" width="157"&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; 'Nobody really   loves me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 1.75in; text-align: center;" valign="top" width="168"&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 2.25pt; width: 85.5pt; text-align: center;" valign="top" width="114"&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: blue;"&gt;(John 3:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: blue;"&gt;6 &amp;amp;   John3:34 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 117.75pt;" valign="top" width="157"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; 'I can't go on'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 1.75in;" valign="top" width="168"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; My grace is   sufficient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 2.25pt; width: 85.5pt;" valign="top" width="114"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: blue;"&gt;(II Corinthians 12:9 &amp;amp; Psalm 91:15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 117.75pt;" valign="top" width="157"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; 'I can't figure   things out'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 1.75in;" valign="top" width="168"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; I will direct   your steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 2.25pt; width: 85.5pt;" valign="top" width="114"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: blue;"&gt;(Proverbs 3:5-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: blue;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 117.75pt;" valign="top" width="157"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; 'I can't do it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 1.75in;" valign="top" width="168"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; You can do all   things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 2.25pt; width: 85.5pt;" valign="top" width="114"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: blue;"&gt;(Philippians 4:13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 117.75pt;" valign="top" width="157"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; 'I'm not able'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 1.75in;" valign="top" width="168"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; I am able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 2.25pt; width: 85.5pt;" valign="top" width="114"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: blue;"&gt;(II Corinthians 9:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 117.75pt;" valign="top" width="157"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: green;"&gt;You say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;'It's not worth   it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 1.75in;" valign="top" width="168"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; It will be worth   it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 2.25pt; width: 85.5pt;" valign="top" width="114"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: blue;"&gt;(Roman 8:28 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 117.75pt;" valign="top" width="157"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; 'I can't forgive   myself'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 1.75in;" valign="top" width="168"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; I Forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 2.25pt; width: 85.5pt;" valign="top" width="114"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: blue;"&gt;(I John 1:9 &amp;amp; Romans 8:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 117.75pt;" valign="top" width="157"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; 'I can't manage'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 1.75in;" valign="top" width="168"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; I will supply   all your needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 2.25pt; width: 85.5pt;" valign="top" width="114"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: blue;"&gt;(Philippians 4:19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 117.75pt;" valign="top" width="157"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; 'I'm afraid'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 1.75in;" valign="top" width="168"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; I have not given   you a spirit of fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 2.25pt; width: 85.5pt;" valign="top" width="114"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: blue;"&gt;(II Timothy 1:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 117.75pt;" valign="top" width="157"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; 'I'm always   worried and frustrated'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 1.75in;" valign="top" width="168"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; Cast all your   cares on ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 2.25pt; width: 85.5pt;" valign="top" width="114"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: blue;"&gt;(I Peter 5:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 117.75pt;" valign="top" width="157"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; 'I'm not smart   enough'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt 1pt medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 1.75in;" valign="top" width="168"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; I give you   wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 2.25pt; width: 85.5pt;" valign="top" width="114"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: blue;"&gt;(I Corinthians 1:30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid none none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt medium medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 117.75pt;" valign="top" width="157"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; 'I feel all   alone'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="border-style: none solid none none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color windowtext -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1pt medium medium; padding: 2.25pt; width: 1.75in;" valign="top" width="168"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; I will never   leave you or forsake you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 2.25pt; width: 85.5pt;" valign="top" width="114"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: blue;"&gt;(Hebrews 13:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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Fuel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Sans Serif,Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;A firestorm of negative media about the ethanol industry seems to have become the current rage. The issue is usually presented as a moral controversy by casting it in terms of “food &lt;u&gt;vs. &lt;/u&gt;fuel”.  To portray a complex issue in simplistic moral terms is to trivialize it.  Any one who has spent any amount of time considering a world with both a growing population and expectations that are rising dramatically understands that it will demand a lot more of both “ &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food and Fuel” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;in the future, not one exclusive of the other.  So for those who wish to enter the debate, please consider the following: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;a) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;Less than 2 % of the US corn crop is used for human consumption as cereal grain.  We use almost as much for pet food as we do for cereal consumption. About 6 to 7% of the corn crop is used to make fructose and sweeteners.   (It’s cheaper than sugar, and sugar is surplus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;b) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default   Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;The corn to ethanol industry only uses the starch portion of the kernel.  All of the protein, oil, fibers, minerals, vitamins, and other components remain and are available for utilization as food for either human consumption, or for their traditional use as livestock feed. This remaining portion is commonly referred to as DDGs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;c) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;The world is not short of starch for human nutrition.  The need is for proteins and digestible fiber.  Soybeans traditionally carry a much higher value in the marketplace because they contain a much higher percentage of proteins and oils, and a much lower percentage of starch.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;d) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;Rice is the one high starch cereal grain that is widely consumed by humans directly as a cereal grain.  Corn acres and rice acres are not fungible.  One is not produced at the expense of the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;e) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;Since the early 1970’s, the Consumer Price index for food, meat, and poultry has risen at a steady rate of 3.5 to 4% per year.  (About 4.5% during the 80’s). That is about the same as the current rate of increase.  During that entire 40 year span of time, we have experienced both world hunger and such a consistent surplus of corn that the :country-regionUS government had to invent a variety of different methods to keep the surplus manageable.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier   New';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;f) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;From 2000 to 2005, there were 11 countries in the world in which 46% or more of their populations were listed as undernourished.  Those countries received less than one hundredth of one percent of :country-regionUS corn exports.   If we broaden that to include the 24 countries in which at least a third of the population is considered undernourished, the number is still less than one tenth of 1% of US corn exports.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;g) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;In the dry mill ethanol industry, less than 2/3rds of the energy in a bushel of corn ends up as a liquid fuel.  The remaining Btu’s/calories are in the protein, fiber, oil, etc. (DDGs).  When those products are priced by the marketplace, it pays four times as much for the liquid fuel as it does the food portion.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;h) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;When you read or hear that it takes almost as much energy to produce  ethanol as it yields, the 136,000 Btu’s per bushel remaining in the DDGs is conveniently or mistakenly overlooked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;i) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;We Americans spend, on average, 10% of our disposable income on food.  It takes 6 to 7 lbs of the nutrition from cereal grains to produce the equivalent amount of nutrition in meat &amp;amp; poultry.  We gladly pay more for meat and poultry because pork chops and steaks taste better, and, we can afford to.  The net loss of nutrition to convert cereal grains to meat is considerably higher than in the corn to ethanol industry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;j) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;The marketplace is paying three times as much for energy in the form of liquid fuel as it is in the form of food, not because of the Renewable Fuels Standard, but because crude oil is $120 a barrel.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;k) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;My company currently exports DDGs to various Asian countries.  The freight alone is equal to or greater than the price of the product.  Asia , as the most densely populated region of the world, uses it for the same purposes as we do, livestock production. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;No one in the renewable fuels production business has ever suggested that ethanol is the &lt;u&gt;total &lt;/u&gt;solution to the current problems of fossil fuels.  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My brother played one of the main characters, Ambrose Kemper.  "The Matchmaker" is a play that was written before "Hello Dolly", the musical.  "Hello, Dolly" is a spinoff of this script.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The play was well done.  The actors added pieces of their own personalities into their parts and we found ourselves laughing continuously throughout the production.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't recognize my brother when he first stepped out onto the stage.  He normally wears his hair straight.  He was sport some curls and more eye liner than Tammy Faye Baker.  Aaron is very much a "guy's guy" from the standpoint that he does not do frills.  Therefore, he was disgusted that he had to wear makeup and thoroughly disatisfied with the woman who took a curling iron to his head!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SChgfLQdXdI/AAAAAAAAAUI/kBiNiX0jm6U/s1600-h/0509082233a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199511858513272274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SChgfLQdXdI/AAAAAAAAAUI/kBiNiX0jm6U/s400/0509082233a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron as Mr. Ambrose Kemper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SChgfLQdXeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8cAm69zfkHY/s1600-h/0509082234a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199511858513272290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SChgfLQdXeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8cAm69zfkHY/s400/0509082234a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daniel Hunter as Mr. Vandergelder, Aaron as Ambrose Kemper &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and someone I don't know as the taxi driver. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SChgfbQdXfI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lJGaDuOSibk/s1600-h/0509082234b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199511862808239602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SChgfbQdXfI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lJGaDuOSibk/s400/0509082234b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a funny picture to me.  Aaron is sandwiched between his girlfriend and her sister (who I think has a thing for Aaron)!  Emily Gettchle is on the left.  She played a restaurant waitress.  Paige Gettchle (Aaron's girlfriend), played the part of The Matchmaker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaron and Paige will be going to their Junior/Senior banquet together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on May 23 at "The Melting Pot."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-3489038157193261857?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3489038157193261857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=3489038157193261857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3489038157193261857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3489038157193261857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/matchmaker.html' title='&quot;The Matchmaker&quot;'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SChgfLQdXdI/AAAAAAAAAUI/kBiNiX0jm6U/s72-c/0509082233a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-4351539007686291010</id><published>2008-05-09T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T06:34:18.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SChHIrQdXcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/wfXYkscjooU/s1600-h/ponies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 132px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SChHIrQdXcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/wfXYkscjooU/s400/ponies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199483984175521218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think these explain why I've always loved horses!  My dad's uncle, Jim, used to raise ponies in Georgetown, Indiana.  I loved visiting Uncle Jim.  He was my favorite relative next to my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, these are going to be somewhat out of order.  I had fun going through old family albums today at my parents' house.  Hey, what else have I got to do?  I found myself cracking up at some of these pictures and the stories behind them.  I think this little red and white dress was one of my favorite outfits to wear to church on Sundays.  I believe these were Easter pictures.  Ahhh...  The good old days when I was an only child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SCRr1HZcNmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_rxd8yPy4l0/s1600-h/Val+%26+Folks+-+Grover+Hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SCRr1HZcNmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_rxd8yPy4l0/s400/Val+%26+Folks+-+Grover+Hill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198398430155388514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to WORSHIP anything beginning with the word "super".  I loved Super Woman, Super Girl, Super Boy, Super Dog.....they were all SUPER to me!  Most of all, I loved Super Man.  I used to press my nose against the front window waiting for my dad to come home after work.  When he eventually walked through the door, I would run and leap into the air with my Super Man cape (a.k.a. my blanket) tied around my neck, while my dad flew me around the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SCRroXZcNlI/AAAAAAAAASw/MLyK-ZEE1g8/s1600-h/Superman%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SCRroXZcNlI/AAAAAAAAASw/MLyK-ZEE1g8/s400/Superman%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198398211112056402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mom would call this the age of innocence.  She says that this  is a picture of me BEFORE I became stubborn!  Dad says that there has been no such period in my lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SCRrb3ZcNkI/AAAAAAAAASo/dmRwgPEx6II/s1600-h/Valerie%27s+Baby+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SCRrb3ZcNkI/AAAAAAAAASo/dmRwgPEx6II/s400/Valerie%27s+Baby+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198397996363691586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken back in 1982.  Mom said this was probably the 15th attempt to get me to smile.  I HATED having my picture taken.  I still do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SCRtqXZcNnI/AAAAAAAAATA/_3izU0RD8pE/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SCRtqXZcNnI/AAAAAAAAATA/_3izU0RD8pE/s400/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198400444495050354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a family portrait that was taken in  1984 - My parents get depressed looking at these!&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I have pretty much always looked like my dad and my sister and I have never looked anything alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SCRwU3ZcNrI/AAAAAAAAATg/kkoth0MQXFo/s1600-h/Family+Portrait+Pre-Aaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SCRwU3ZcNrI/AAAAAAAAATg/kkoth0MQXFo/s400/Family+Portrait+Pre-Aaron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198403373662746290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some shot of my sister.  She has always loved the spotlight.  She was actually part of the audience for American Idol this week.  She denies what we all know .  She's been waiting all her life to be discovered!  I love the top left picture.  I think the life vest weighed more than she did at the time!  She was not happy!  The top right is a picture  that was taken after she lost her first tooth.  She wanted to know how she could lose teeth faster because she needed to restock her piggy bank...  The bottom left picture is of Sara standing in front of my favorite house that we, as a family, ever lived in.  This picture was taken in Van Wert, Ohio, where Sara was born.  Regarding the bottom right picture, I was never happy when Mom allowed Sara in my pool with a wet diaper on....  YUCK!  I am still bitter about the day Sara ate a whole box of Twinkies and told Mom and Dad that I did it.  She knows she will never be forgiven for that one.  This is the same kid who unloaded her diaper by the church organ when she was three...  You don't even want to go there...  We had one very embarrassed deacon on our hands upon discovery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SCRuOnZcNoI/AAAAAAAAATI/j6V53UILZHg/s1600-h/scan0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SCRuOnZcNoI/AAAAAAAAATI/j6V53UILZHg/s400/scan0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198401067265308290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is !  The old farmhouse we lived in while in Van Wert, Ohio.  This was and still is the most wonderful place I've ever lived.  I told my parents when we moved, that I would by that house back when I got old!  It is still a dream of min e to repurchase that house one day.  The property was gorgeous.  The moment you stepped into the driveway, you felt like you were in a flower shop.  You could smell peonies, lilacs, lilies-0f-the -valley, cherry blossoms, apple blossoms, the fresh scent of pine, grape vines and crab apple trees.  It was GORGEOUS in the summer and springtime.  We had one acre of backyard .  My sister and I loved it when Dad would come home on summer evenings and we'd play hide-and-go-seek in the backyard.  Dad would always hide with Sara and would have to clamp a hand over her mouth because she's never learned how to close it!  :-)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SCRxZnZcNtI/AAAAAAAAATw/XsNhqMrqlRU/s1600-h/Van+Wert+House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SCRxZnZcNtI/AAAAAAAAATw/XsNhqMrqlRU/s400/Van+Wert+House.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198404554778752722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, Aaron, was born in 1991.  The top picture on the right was taken on the day he was born, two weeks before my 13th birthday.  I am holding him in this picture.  The picture on the top left was taken on Aaron's second birthday.  He still loves airplanes!  I cringe every time I look at the bottom picture.  Didn't  Mom know about Rabies????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SCRyhHZcNuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/LKyPeUpFmYA/s1600-h/Aaron+Pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SCRyhHZcNuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/LKyPeUpFmYA/s400/Aaron+Pics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198405783139399394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time with my brother until I left for college in '96.  I got tired of people asking me how old my son was each time I took him to McDonald's!  He was a good little boy.  I think I can count on one hand the number of times he needed to be punished.  I can't say that about Sara and I.  We were rebels!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-4351539007686291010?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4351539007686291010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=4351539007686291010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/4351539007686291010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/4351539007686291010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/memory-lane.html' title='Memory Lane'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SChHIrQdXcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/wfXYkscjooU/s72-c/ponies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-6188618697288069113</id><published>2008-05-06T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:30:12.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Date!</title><content type='html'>June 1st.....the light that is at the end of my tunnel!  I went to see the doctor today and everything looks good!  I will be returning to work on June 1st, without restrictions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day of physical therapy is May 20th, so I can return home anytime after that date.  Now, I just need transportation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the church today to get my "mugshot" taken for our new church pictorial directory (try to say that three times fast)!  I was not happy with any of the shots and several people said that they looked like high school poses.  I ended up selecting the "least high schoolish" photo for the directory.  Needless to say, I did not order any pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see different staff members and catch up a bit with some of them.  I realized even more how much I miss being around them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed a birthday celebration with a friend last night at Chili's where I renewed love for the White Chocolate Molten Cake...  Pathetic that I am that easily pacified?!?!  Not sure.... :-)  The evening was very nice until I returned to my parents' house only to discover that I had locked myself out of the house!  :-(  I remembered that my brother was at his school rehearsing for a play, so I had my friend drop me off there.  I caught up on some phone calls with friends who live out-of-state while waiting for Aaron to wrap things up and drive me home.  All in all, not a bad birthday!  I had a good day, but I am looking most forward to June 1st!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-6188618697288069113?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6188618697288069113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=6188618697288069113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6188618697288069113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6188618697288069113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/save-date.html' title='Save the Date!'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-2482713308907120832</id><published>2008-05-03T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:27:38.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer Before Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Everyone was seated around the table as the food was being served. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; When little Logan received his plate, he started eating right away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Logan, wait until we say our prayer," his mother reminded him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I don't have to," the little boy replied. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Of course you do," his mother insisted, "we say a prayer before eating at our house." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "That's at our house," Logan explained, "but this is Grandma's house and she knows how to cook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-2482713308907120832?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2482713308907120832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=2482713308907120832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/2482713308907120832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/2482713308907120832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/prayer-before-dinner.html' title='A Prayer Before Dinner'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-3439924724243610865</id><published>2008-05-03T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:25:18.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Actual Church Bulletin Typos - Submitted by Mike Sample</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;form&gt; The following are actual bloopers from church bulletins...  &lt;p&gt; Ladies Bible Study will be held Thursday morning at 10:00. All ladies are invited to lunch in the Fellowship Hall after the B.S. is done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The pastor would appreciate it if the ladies of the congregation would lend him their electric girdles for the pancake breakfast next Sunday morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The pastor will preach his farewell message, after which the choir will sing, "Break Forth Into Joy."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Remember in prayer the many who are sick of our church and community.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The eighth graders will be presenting Shakespeare's Hamlet in the church basement Friday at 7 p.m. The congregation is invited to attend this tragedy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Thursday night Potluck Supper. Prayer and medication to follow.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; A bean supper will be held on Tuesday evening in the church hall. Music will follow.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Weight Watchers will meet at 7 p.m. at the First Presbyterian Church. Please use large double door at the side entrance.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Tuesday at 4 PM there will be an ice cream social. All ladies giving milk will please come early.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The Lutheran Men's group will meet at 6 PM. Steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, bread and dessert will be served for a nominal feel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Don't let worry kill you, let the church help.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; This being Easter Sunday, we will ask Mrs. Lewis to come forward and lay an egg on the altar.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Thursday at 5:00 pm there will be a meeting of the Little Mothers Club. All wishing to become little mothers, please see the minister in his study. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Irving Benson and Jessie Carter were married on October 24 in the church. So ends a friendship that began in their school days.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Bertha Belch, a missionary from Africa will be speaking tonight at Calvary Memorial Church in Racine. Come tonight and hear Bertha Belch all the way from Africa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The ladies of the church have cast off clothing of every kind and they may be seen in the church basement Friday.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Announcement in the church bulletin for a National PRAYER &amp;amp; FASTING Conference: "The cost for attending the Fasting and Prayer conference includes meals." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Miss Charlene Mason sang "I will not pass this way again" giving obvious pleasure to the congregation.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Next Sunday is the family hay ride and bonfire at the Fowlers'. Bring your own hot dogs and guns. Friends are welcome! Everyone come for a fun time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; During the absence of our Pastor, we enjoyed the rare privilege of hearing a good sermon when J.F. Stubbs supplied our pulpit.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The church will host an evening of fine dining, superb entertainment, and gracious hostility.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; This evening at 7 P.M. there will be a hymn sing in the park across from the Church. Bring a blanket and come prepared to sin.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Ladies, don't forget the rummage sale. It's a chance to get rid of those things not worth keeping around the house. Don't forget your husbands."&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/form&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-3439924724243610865?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3439924724243610865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=3439924724243610865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3439924724243610865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3439924724243610865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/actual-church-bulletin-typos-submitted.html' title='Actual Church Bulletin Typos - Submitted by Mike Sample'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-1722648787205006684</id><published>2008-05-03T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:05:43.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 MILLION REASONS TO THANK THE LORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This list is updated the 1st of each month.  Just a little something to keep things in the proper perspective!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. - My Lord!&lt;br /&gt;2. - My salvation&lt;br /&gt;3. - My church&lt;br /&gt;4. - Marc Graham - My dad and I have butt heads, but I have no doubt that he loves me. Any stability or consistency or love for the Lord is due to the example I had growing up - kids practice what they SEE more than what is preached to them.. He is always the one I want to talk to when I need spiritual direction. He knows his stuff!&lt;br /&gt;5. - Marcia Graham - My mom has done EVERYTHING for me this year and she always seems happy to help me. I can ask her for anything and she will help.&lt;br /&gt;6. - Sara Graham - A good sense of humor comes in handy when I'm not up to par - she is direct and dry which makes for lots of laughing. She is a good sister because she sent me a package today! Thanks, Bug!&lt;br /&gt;7. - Aaron Graham - Always helpful and has lowered his interest rates when I have to borrow money from him. He is a cool brother and has a HUGE heart. I can't wait to see what God does in his life.&lt;br /&gt;8. - Dorothy Graham - If I could be more like my grandma, I would consider that an accomplishment worth celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;9. - Maggie Graham (only because Mom will kill me if I don't add the dog)&lt;br /&gt;10. - Cassie Levy - The coolest aunt ever to roam the earth. There is nothing that she does not do for her family. She has always been protective of her favorite niece!&lt;br /&gt;11. - Maurice "Moshe" Levy - Who has an uncle who can recite the entire Old Testament by heart, who used to be a rabbi, who was considered dead by his wife and four children just because he accepted Christ as his Savior and somehow wound up in my family? There is no one more tenderhearted than he is.&lt;br /&gt;12. - Bob Johnson II - Knows how to preach the Word!&lt;br /&gt;13. - Cathi Johnson - My cosmetic crisis counselor. I left my make-up in a Chicago cab and Cathi saved my life!&lt;br /&gt;14. Rebecca Johnson - Very sweet spirit&lt;br /&gt;15. Arianna Johnson (She is the COOLEST! She helped me put the chips away at the last membership luncheon)!&lt;br /&gt;16. - Ben Henderson - I've never seen anyone so driven to be a grape! I now know what passion looks like.&lt;br /&gt;17. Jerry Benge - I now know what compassion looks like.&lt;br /&gt;18. Kellie Benge - I now know what mercy looks like.&lt;br /&gt;19. Joel Benge - I now know what helpfulness looks like.&lt;br /&gt;20. Charissa Benge - I now know what God can do when you are truly open to Him.&lt;br /&gt;21. Terry O'Brien (this guy is my crisis counselor - definitely full service) - I now know what it means to be unwavering and unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;22. Ruthanne O'Brien - She is the calm before, during AND after the storm. I now know what peace looks like.&lt;br /&gt;23. Matthew Johannes - It's got to be a crime to be that cute.&lt;br /&gt;24. - Bob &amp;amp; Shelly Johannes - A few brief opportunities to better know them.&lt;br /&gt;25. - Mark &amp;amp; Ruth Klein and gang - Always helping, always encouraging. Very warm and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;26. - Kim Lyons - the Duplicator Diva and Encouragement Queen&lt;br /&gt;27. - Jan Alvaro - Microsoft Publisher has changed my life!&lt;br /&gt;28. - Pat Musser - Classy, patient, diligent - she's taught me very much in very little time.&lt;br /&gt;29. - Brien Brough - I now know what it looks like to live a lifestyle of worship.&lt;br /&gt;30. - Dawn Brough - I now know what it means to be REAL, to walk on faith rather than stand on fear.&lt;br /&gt;31. - Toria Brough - Very tenderhearted, always goes out of her way to talk to me when she sees me. I love this kid!&lt;br /&gt;32. - Braeden Brough - You are the BEST at Hide-And-Seek.&lt;br /&gt;33. - Ethen Brough - Once again, it's a crime to be that cute.&lt;br /&gt;34. - Denise Hardy - "Grace, grace, God's grace. Grace that is greater than all my sin..."&lt;br /&gt;35. - Kristie Schoel &amp;amp; family - I don't have the words...&lt;br /&gt;36. - Janell Farmer &amp;amp; family - I know what it means to be faithful now.&lt;br /&gt;37. - Joyce &amp;amp; Tony Griffin - Always checking on me, always praying for me.&lt;br /&gt;38. -Merisa Musemic - We thought she was blind, but I don't think she knows that she is... I now know what determination looks like.&lt;br /&gt;39. - Bernie Hutek - One of the greatest nurses I've ever known. Please adopt me!&lt;br /&gt;40. - Ramona Hunko - Also one of the greatest nurses I've ever known! I've never seen such tenderhearted care for people in the workplace and for me outside of the workplace. You can adopt me, too!&lt;br /&gt;41. - Jessica Paulus - She is ALWAYS there. Giving me a home when I didn't have one, being a sister when I most needed it. 17 years of friendship and that bond continues to strengthen every day. I now know what it looks like to get back on the horse!&lt;br /&gt;42. - Melissa Oswald - Very passionate in nursing others. Wonderful, wonderful woman and excellent friend. She helped me so much this week. Not someone I would want to live without knowing.&lt;br /&gt;43. - Kim, Jose, Gabriella and Liliana Valderrama - Friends for the past 10 years. To have been entrusted with their children, to have known them since birth has truly been a gift to me. You immediately took me into your home as family.&lt;br /&gt;44. - To be able to say that I have so many long &amp;amp; strong friendships, still thriving. Most people long for ONE good friend, I'm not even 1/4th of the way through my list yet.&lt;br /&gt;45. - Barb Werry - Continually pushing forward even when it hurts. What an inspiration to me. 46. - My leg doesn't hurt!&lt;br /&gt;47. - I am home and not in the hopsital.&lt;br /&gt;48. - I am sleeping well.&lt;br /&gt;49. - I have incredible help.&lt;br /&gt;50. - Pain pumps and pills!!!&lt;br /&gt;51. - I was able to shower this evening!!!&lt;br /&gt;52. - It is getting much easier to ambulate with my lovely walker - no jokes please.&lt;br /&gt;53. - Is it okay to put my mom on here twice? It is MY blog....&lt;br /&gt;54. - I am happy to have my Bible in my possession for the first time since Friday.&lt;br /&gt;55. - I love that I can listen to sermons and class sessions from church online. That has made things so much better.&lt;br /&gt;56. - Melissa &amp;amp; Jon Schuttlefield - Some of my favorite people and a very interesting college roommate. God is so amazing when we love Him enough to practice church discipline. I am grateful every day that my sister came back to Him. She is the best!&lt;br /&gt;57. - I love the sheets on this bed! They are so soft - it is the little things that make the biggest difference.&lt;br /&gt;58. - I am thankful that Brien gave me something to do today! That really makes me feel much better! - You are a great brother to me!&lt;br /&gt;59. - Deodorant (I am dead serious)&lt;br /&gt;60. - My shower chair! (Don't knock it 'til you have to try it!)&lt;br /&gt;61. - Ray Graham - My grandfather died a few years ago, but gave me one of the most meaningful memories I'll ever have. On graduation day, he pulled me aside and said he loved me and that he and my grandmother have prayed for me every day since I was born. I never knew that until he told me. He was a class act all the way. Very faithful and when he said he would do something, you could bank on it.&lt;br /&gt;2/15/08&lt;br /&gt;62. - Pastor Fred &amp;amp; Sue Froman - True mountain climbers &amp;amp; Philippians 3:14 kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;63 . - My funny e-mail from Ruthanne today. She makes me laugh a lot!&lt;br /&gt;64. - I am slowly regaining an appetite.&lt;br /&gt;65. - Bananas &amp;amp; Cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;66. - My brother is home from school today helping me out.&lt;br /&gt;67. - The dog is not bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;68. - I have some very good books that were given to me. I now have the time to read them.&lt;br /&gt;69. - I was able to scoot down to the main floor today, one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;70. - I had a change of scenery and spent time with my mom watching "Hotel Rwanda". This REALLY helped brighten my day - BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;71. - I was able to scoot back up the stairs backwards using my good leg and my elbows to push up to the next step.&lt;br /&gt;72. - Needless to say, this provided much entertainment for my family. My brother said, "We should do 'butt-on-the-stairs' night more often.&lt;br /&gt;73. - Laughter! It really is the best medicine. We were all laughing so hard AT me (I know it wasn't WITH me, even though I was laughing, too!) that my stomach is actually sore. You really shouldn't ever take yourself too seriously!&lt;br /&gt;74. - I had a really good day today. Each day is drastically better than the one before. I am so much stronger today than I was even two days ago. I'm just thankful to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;75. - I am thankful for Caleb (the intern whose last name I do not know). He always asks me how I'm doing and makes me laugh all the time. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;2/17/08&lt;br /&gt;76. - Yesterday, my mom was able to repair my badly damagaed hair. It turned into a giant tangled mess during my hospital stay. I thought it would all have to but cut off.&lt;br /&gt;77. - Very nice, encouraging e-mail from Terry O'Brien this morning!&lt;br /&gt;78. - Lots of e-mails from Ruthanne - those help tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;79. - Very sweet card from Ron &amp;amp; Kristie Schoel and their two girls.&lt;br /&gt;80. - Phonecall from Cindy Essian.&lt;br /&gt;81. - Phonecall from Merisa Musemic.&lt;br /&gt;82. - Robert Migliore - My adopted uncle! He bends over backwards constantly and doesn't even think twice about it. He's always taken excellent care of us. Thanks for the call, Robert.&lt;br /&gt;83. - Very nice e-mails from my cousin, Clint.&lt;br /&gt;84. - I heard from my cousin, Cassie Jo, for the first time in over 20 years. She's been deployed to Baghdad as a Warrant Officer. She REALLY encouraged me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;85. - Kent Williams - thanks for the hospital visit and for tolerating all of my bad jokes.&lt;br /&gt;86. - Encouraging phonecall from Christina Isbell. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;87. - Happy to finally have found shorts big enough to fit over my cast. I never thought pants would be such a luxury!&lt;br /&gt;88. - Cell phones!&lt;br /&gt;89. - Laptops (even the ones that are not Mac's)...&lt;br /&gt;90. - I was able to pull out my nerve catheter and remove my pain pump PAINLESSLY the other night. This makes for much easier ambulation and I enjoyed grossing my mom out thoroughly!&lt;br /&gt;91. - I did not cry at all yesterday and only a little bit today (I really want to be at church right now)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;92. - Dinner with Jess and my new favorite dessert: Chili's white chocolate molten cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;93. - Call from Ruthanne O'Brien - very nice conversation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;94. - We are finally working on a new church directory and we have a very neat committee of people heading this up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;95. - Call from Keith Kaynor and time in prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;96. - My roommate waived this month's rent as a result of Keith's prayer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;97. - My car has been taken to salvage and I never have to deal with it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;98. - A good report from the ortho surgeon - my ankle is healing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;99. - My scooter - i am much more mobile now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;100. - My cousin, CJ - it's been good reconnecting with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;101. - A nice e-mail from my cousin, Joe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;102. - A note from my cousin, Clint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;103. - My sister is coming home to visit for a couple of weeks (and she thinks she's going to give me a makeover....Lord help me)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;104. - An encouraging call from Dawn Brough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;105. - A nice call from Brien Brough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;106. - My hair finally looks normal after some serious work on the part of my hairdresser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;107. - Tons and tons of encouraging cards in the mail since I got out of the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;108. - Shonda Werry - She had a great report from her doctor and is doing well! Praise the Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;109. - Svjetlana and Merisa Musemic. It's odd how when you try to reach out to someone else, they end up reaching out to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;110. - Joyce Griffen - Very nice card in the mail and tons of encouragement each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;111. - Great card from the O'Briens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;112. - VERY, VERY nice card from Ron &amp;amp; Kathy Campbell - these people are a testimony to me of I John 4 (Perfect Love). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;113. - I'm actually enjoying this time as long as I take it day by day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;114. - A package of cards created by my second grade class on Wednesday nights. Very cool!&lt;br /&gt;115. - Kelly Patterson and family - a valued and timely friendship.&lt;br /&gt;116. - Easter - I think that speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;117. - Beautiful weather today.&lt;br /&gt;118. - My sister is home for a visit - entertainment WILL commence.&lt;br /&gt;119. - My brother, for helping me to get around church today.  It's tough to do that by myself these days!&lt;br /&gt;120. - Ruthanne O'Brien for picking me up for the day a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;121. - We're going to publish a new church directory.  What a cool group of gals we have on our committee.&lt;br /&gt;122. - I'm VERY thankful for decent authors - there's nothing like curling up with a good book.&lt;br /&gt;123. - Pastor Keith - when he prays, the Lord delivers (VERY QUICKLY)!&lt;br /&gt;123. - God has provided more financial means via disability checks than initially expected. I was able to pay more bills than I had anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;124. - My boss is going to hold my position for as long as necessary!  PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;br /&gt;125. - Brien Brough, who provided me with some VBS work to keep me occupied during my "vacation".&lt;br /&gt;126. - I'm halfway to getting this cast off (I think)!&lt;br /&gt;127. - It was good to get out of the house for a couple of hours yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;128. - Showering is much easier now.&lt;br /&gt;129. - A good visit from my sister!&lt;br /&gt;130. - A note from Leslie!&lt;br /&gt;131. - I am finished revising the VBS cards for 2008!&lt;br /&gt;132. - Ruthanne's attachments came through.&lt;br /&gt;133. - I slept better last night and am slowly weaning myself off pain meds.&lt;br /&gt;134. - A fun day with Jessi on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;135. - Jessi is excused from jury duty!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;136. - An e-mail message from Christina!&lt;br /&gt;137. - A potential visit from Christina????&lt;br /&gt;138. - Almost all of the snow has melted!&lt;br /&gt;139. - One day closer to going home!&lt;br /&gt;140. - My finances are finally being whipped in to shape!&lt;br /&gt;141. - Nice people at my finance company!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;142. - Being able to have things on the calendar for this week!&lt;br /&gt;143. - A positive report from the doctor today 4/3/08 - only four weeks until I can start walking!&lt;br /&gt;144. - Dinner with Jess this evening - it was nice being out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;145. - A visit from the neighbor - haven't seen him in a couple of years!&lt;br /&gt;146. - All my paperwork for today is done.&lt;br /&gt;147. - I am sleeping very well and am officially weaned off pain meds!  Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;148. - I get to start physical therapy on Tuesday 4/8/08.  A friend of mine is going to be my therapist!  How cool is that?!!!&lt;br /&gt;149. - I finding lots of old friends on My Space.&lt;br /&gt;150. - I am done revising the VBS cards for July '08.&lt;br /&gt;151. - Cool testimonies to read from the last membership class at church.  I get to scan all the paperwork today.&lt;br /&gt;152. - REALLY NICE, SUNNY, WARM weather the last couple of days and today.&lt;br /&gt;153. - Today is Jessica's 30th birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;154. - I don't have to wear the boot/cast to bed anymore...  Only when I am out and about.  Life is so much more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;155. - I am walking again!&lt;br /&gt;156. - Physical therapy is going very well.&lt;br /&gt;157. - Only two more weeks of therapy left to go.&lt;br /&gt;158. - Tim Farmer will put an engine in my car free of charge (I just have to get an engine now)!&lt;br /&gt;159. - Very cool phone chat with Janell.&lt;br /&gt;160. - Lots of laughing with Ruth Klein two days ago and a little encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;161. - My bills are being paid.&lt;br /&gt;162. - I will have survived 30 years on Monday!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;163. - Aaron got a 34 on his ACT's! &lt;br /&gt;164. - I got a birthday present in the mail yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;165. - Warmer weather.&lt;br /&gt;166. - Christina is coming to visit me in July.  YEAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;167. - Awesome VBX program this year - only a few weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;168. - Church directory portrait sessions are going smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;169. - Reconnecting with Ruthanne Willard - haven't seen her in 17 years....&lt;br /&gt;170. - Jessi's victory with DMB!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;171. - Someone is paying $10,000 on Duane and Mechelle's Florida mortgage.  That is HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 36:5-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5 Your love, O LORD, reaches to the heavens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;       your faithfulness to the skies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14445" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains,&lt;br /&gt;       your justice like the great deep.&lt;br /&gt;       O LORD, you preserve both man and beast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14446" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; How priceless is your unfailing love!&lt;br /&gt;       Both high and low among men&lt;br /&gt;       find refuge in the shadow of your wings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14447" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; They feast on the abundance of your house;&lt;br /&gt;       you give them drink from your river of delights. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14448" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; For with you is the fountain of life;&lt;br /&gt;       in your light we see light. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14449" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; Continue your love to those who know you,&lt;br /&gt;       your righteousness to the upright in heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-1722648787205006684?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1722648787205006684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=1722648787205006684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/1722648787205006684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/1722648787205006684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/1-million-reasons-to-thank-lord.html' title='1 MILLION REASONS TO THANK THE LORD'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-2427258035665634223</id><published>2008-05-01T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T07:57:03.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Alferd</title><content type='html'>I was recently touched by the following article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;" class="Headline"&gt;70-Year-Old Man Goes Back To 1st Grade&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" class="SubHead"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Man Promised Mother He Would Learn To Read&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;b class="Dateline"&gt;ST. JOSEPH, Mo. -- &lt;/b&gt;Students in a Missouri elementary school can't stop talking about their 70-year-old classmate. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SBnZTzxgxcI/AAAAAAAAASg/nhr6yrjF_ZM/s1600-h/alferd+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SBnZTzxgxcI/AAAAAAAAASg/nhr6yrjF_ZM/s400/alferd+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195422579487196610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alferd Williams is drawing national attention for returning to school because he never learned how to read.  Students in his first-grade class in St. Joseph said they enjoyed talking and working with their unusual classmate."He is really smart and he really helps me a lot," one unidentified student said.  Williams earned a living for his family working in the fields. He never got the chance to get an education.  He said he promised his mother that he would one day learn to read.  Williams, who lives in a friend's laundry room, has traveled a lot by Greyhound bus. He said he never knew why passengers stood in different lines until he could read the names of the destination cities above each line.  The school has set up a fund to help Williams financially.To help out, call Edison Elementary School at 816-671-4110.  &lt;!--stopindex--&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Distributed by Internet Broadcasting Systems, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Williams was on the Ellen DeGeneres show today.  He was handed a check for $10,000 to go toward the building of a home on a piece of property he has owned for years.  Alferd's teacher, Mrs. Hamilton, was handed a check for $2500 in order to purchase books for her school's library.  She was also given 26 new HP Notebooks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-2427258035665634223?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2427258035665634223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=2427258035665634223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/2427258035665634223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/2427258035665634223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/meet-alferd.html' title='Meet Alferd'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SBnZTzxgxcI/AAAAAAAAASg/nhr6yrjF_ZM/s72-c/alferd+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-5320644393938856500</id><published>2008-05-01T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T08:00:26.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking again!</title><content type='html'>I don't have much news other than to say that I am up, walking/hobbling around again since last Thursday evening.  I don't move very fast and slightly resemble a 90-year-old post stroke victim with a prosthetic leg!  :-)  Progress is progress - what else is there to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling especially proud of myself last night and decided to go grocery shopping.  I did not take any assisstive mobility devices such as a walker or my scooter.  I thought I could conquer Meijer's on my own.  I walked around the entire store for about an hour.  By the time I got home, my foot was the size of the Good Year blimp.  I guess I learned that overdoing things really isn't worth the price!  My therapist is going to have a field day with me this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say that I have only two weeks of therapy left after this one!  My next doctor's appointment is on Tuesday, so I hope to have a more definite answer as to when I am able to resume life as usual.  I would like to move back home and begin working, going to church, etc.  The key to all of this is going to be transportation!  So, if you are reading this, pray that the Lord will provide something sooner rather than later!  I know someone who will install an engine in my car for free.  I just don't know where the engine is going to come from....probably the same place the cash will come from?  ;-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of of the following verse in Ecclesiastes 3:11, "He has made everything beautiful in His time."  I have to remember that things happen WHEN and HOW God wants them to happen per HIS schedule, not mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In His Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:7;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:7;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://my.homewithgod.com/heavenlymidis2/musicline01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:7;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; In His time, in His time,&lt;br /&gt;He makes all thing beautiful in His time.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, my life to You I bring,&lt;br /&gt;May each song I have to sing,&lt;br /&gt;Be to You a lovely thing, in Your time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:7;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  In Your time, in Your time,&lt;br /&gt;You make all thing beautiful in Your time.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, my life to You I bring,&lt;br /&gt;May each song I have to sing,&lt;br /&gt;Be to You a lovely thing, in Your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:7;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I decided to write my own version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now it's time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now it's time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need wheels to get to work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause it's time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, this small request I bring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such a simple, easy thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quickly grant me a Sebring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause it's time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so I know that's not how it works...  Just pray that my frustration won't override patience and peace (and that my sense of humor, my number one coping mechanism, stays in tact)!  I know God provides, but it will be in HIS time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-5320644393938856500?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5320644393938856500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=5320644393938856500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/5320644393938856500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/5320644393938856500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/walking-again.html' title='Walking again!'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-7054357582802273128</id><published>2008-04-28T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:58:40.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Though None Go With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SBYBhjxgxbI/AAAAAAAAASY/9kJTOImxs4w/s1600-h/though+none+go+with+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SBYBhjxgxbI/AAAAAAAAASY/9kJTOImxs4w/s400/though+none+go+with+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194340896268666290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry B. Jenkins, co-author of the "Left Behind" series, wrote a book entitled, "Though None Go With Me" a few years ago.  Having never read nor even heard of his most recent publication, today I was delighted to go out to the mailbox and discover that this book turned Hallmark movie was now sitting in the mailbox courtesy of Netflix.  Having nothing else on the calendar for today, I popped it into the DVD player and became entranced in the story line, unwilling to move from the couch even when nature called...  TMI?  :-)  I found the message to be powerful and a strong reminder of the old song, "No Turning Back."  Our commitments to follow Christ unconditionally are not bargains.  We do not strike deals with the Creator in hopes that He will honor our plans and goals for our future.  To make the decision that "I have decided to follow Jesus...Though none go with me, still I will follow.  No turning back.  No turning back," is a promise that whatever life befalls me, I will stay the course.  In anger and loss, no matter the cost - no turning back.  If you've never read the book, nor seen the movie, YOU MUST!  This is a truly enjoyable film as it is a remarkable story, yet powerfully convicting.  Check it out at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christiancinema.com/catalog/newsdesk_info.php?newsdesk_id=203"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christiancinema.com/catalog/newsdesk_info.php?newsdesk_id=203"&gt;http://www.christiancinema.com/catalog/newsdesk_info.php?newsdesk_id=203&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-7054357582802273128?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7054357582802273128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=7054357582802273128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/7054357582802273128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/7054357582802273128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/though-none-go-with-me.html' title='Though None Go With Me'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SBYBhjxgxbI/AAAAAAAAASY/9kJTOImxs4w/s72-c/though+none+go+with+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-4701769994639147629</id><published>2008-04-24T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:03:30.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Fright During Lunchtime"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I decided to blog about the events of my day in a less "traditional" manner.  Embarrassing, but true, this is my story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas the dawning of lunchtime, when all through the restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not a soul was complaining, the buffet fully stocked.&lt;br /&gt;  My potatoes were placed by my chicken with care,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that no one would ask me to share!&lt;br /&gt;The hot rolls were snuggled all warm with the bread,&lt;br /&gt;While visions of butter dripped in my head;&lt;br /&gt;  With Mom in the restroom, I returned to our booth, &lt;br /&gt;Hoping to satisfy my sweet tooth,&lt;br /&gt;When at the table there arose such a clatter,&lt;br /&gt;I looked up to see what was the matter.&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me, just like a flash,&lt;br /&gt;I'd sat down at the wrong table and wanted to dash!&lt;br /&gt;My embarrassment and humiliation started to show,&lt;br /&gt;The luster of my cheeks beginning to glow...&lt;br /&gt;When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,&lt;br /&gt;But the occupier of the booth to which I'd wrongfully steered!&lt;br /&gt;She glared and she hissed and began to insist,&lt;br /&gt;And I knew in a moment I had to act quick!&lt;br /&gt;More rapid than eagles my heart rate became,&lt;br /&gt;And I huffed, and I scooted, until out of the booth I came!&lt;br /&gt;"So Sorry! How Stupid! Excuse my mistake!"&lt;br /&gt;  Apologies I offered.  Not a breath did I take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Onto my scooter and away I rolled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Realizing this blunder was awkward and bold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As dry leaves the night before the wild hurricane fly,&lt;br /&gt;When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;So over to my rightful table I flew,&lt;br /&gt;With a plate full of veggies and pineapple, too???&lt;br /&gt;And then, in a twinkling, my brain did awaken,&lt;br /&gt;I realized the wrong in the plate I had taken!&lt;br /&gt;As I drew in my breath, and was turning around,&lt;br /&gt;toward my direction came Amazon Woman with a bound.&lt;br /&gt;She was dressed all in spandex, from her head to her foot,&lt;br /&gt;And her clothes were black, my taste they did not suit;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no!  She will knock me flat on my back!&lt;br /&gt;She's a heavy broad, a mean punch she will pack!"&lt;br /&gt;My eyes -- how they widened! My goodness, how scary!&lt;br /&gt;Her cheeks were so chubby, her nose was so hairy!&lt;br /&gt;A large, frothing mouth bore this formidable foe,&lt;br /&gt;And the beard of her chin was an unappealing show.&lt;br /&gt;She had a mean face and a fat, round belly,&lt;br /&gt;That shook, with each step like a bowlful of jelly.&lt;br /&gt;She was chubby and grumpy, not jolly like an elf,&lt;br /&gt;And I cringed when I saw her, wanting to kill myself;&lt;br /&gt;A glare of her eye and a shake of her head,&lt;br /&gt;Gave indication that soon I'd be dead!&lt;br /&gt;She spoke not a word, but went straight to work,&lt;br /&gt;Pulled her plate from my hand; then turned with a jerk,&lt;br /&gt;Then striking her finger in an ungodly pose,&lt;br /&gt;She shot me a glare!  This is how my luck goes...&lt;br /&gt;Mom sprang into action, and gave me a whistle,&lt;br /&gt;And away I flew like the down of a thistle.&lt;br /&gt;  And I heard Mom exclaim, laughing with glee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "You sat at the wrong table, Honey!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"I know!  Leave me be!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-4701769994639147629?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4701769994639147629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=4701769994639147629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/4701769994639147629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/4701769994639147629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/fright-during-lunchtime.html' title='&quot;The Fright During Lunchtime&quot;'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-7458305273508625664</id><published>2008-04-23T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:14:31.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dangers of Boredom...</title><content type='html'>Okay, today I found out that I am left brained, I have a pink heart, I am most like the French philosopher Descartes, if I were a Bible character, I would be Paul, my "actual age" is 26, I have a Northern American accent encompassing New York State/Great Lakes area/Western New England, if I were a disaster, I would be a flood, my life is best characterized by the '80's movie, "The Princess Bride", and I was Ghandi in my previous life......  Who knew?  All of this brought on by the fact that I am elevating my foot, home alone, hungry and, drum roll please.........BORED!  Somehow, I thought that I would enjoy passing the time by taking as many interesting online quizzes as possible.  Were I to choose the outcome of these quizzes, I would have a red heart, be an American philosopher, be most like the Bible character, Ruth, my "actual age" would be my actual age, I would have an elegant, Southern accent, probably still be a flood, prefer to be characterized by "Back to the Future", and would most certainly NOT have been Ghandi in my previous life.....I would've been Reagan, LOL!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with boredom, although there IS something wrong in wasting time on sheer nonsense!  Oh, to be a productive individual positively contributing to society once again! I have been thinking about the verse in the Bible that says,  "Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might!"  Ecclesiastes 9:10.  I wonder if that applies to cyber quizzes....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my days have been filled with baseball games, physical therapy, pizza (that is getting old REAL fast) and re-runs of "Different Strokes"!  I LOVE that show!  Arnold used to be my hero (and probably still is).  That quick witted shrimp provided hope for the vertically challenged; that even though we were small in stature, we would be respected for our signature comebacks, fearless tongue and the sharp mind from whence it all came!  :-)  God bless Gary Coleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to go see "The Bucket List" this evening.  Wednesday evenings are "Girls' Night" as the guys are much more spiritual than we are.  They go to church.  We heathens usually go out to dinner and/or a movie.  It serves as a much needed break from Mom's busy work week and a chance for me to get out of the house.  We'll see if my plan comes together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed watching "We Are Marshall" yesterday.  If you've not seen it, I can recommend it.  I love the fact that it is based on a true story and the movie is squeaky clean.  Matthew McConaghey does a good job in this film.  WARNING: if you are a female, you will cry.  It is inevitable, so you might as well embrace your fate right off the bat with a disclaimer to your husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I just saw Whoopie Goldberg...time to change the channel!  And, remember: "The world don't move to the beat of just one drum.  It takes different strokes to move the world!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and click the "Play" button....you know you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SmfH1RsxWEc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SmfH1RsxWEc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-7458305273508625664?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7458305273508625664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=7458305273508625664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/7458305273508625664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/7458305273508625664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/dangers-of-boredom.html' title='The Dangers of Boredom...'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-7272003343671090516</id><published>2008-04-22T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T07:54:25.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of God, Speak</title><content type='html'>I attended church with my parents this past Sunday as usual.  A young, teenage girl sang one of my favorite songs for special music, "Word of God, Speak".  I felt like I'd been hit with a two-by-four.  Unfortunately, that happens with me quite a lot.  I had been frustrated that I could not think of anything to blog about and realized that I have been quieter than usual the last couple of weeks, not for any reason in particular.  As I listened to the lyrics of the song, it struck me that I am not always meant to be heard.  It is not always necessary for me to have something to say, something to blog about, or even anything on my mind other than what the Lord chooses to put there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning more and more about what it means to truly rest; that to rest means to trust that God is who He says He is.  His promises are true.  I think often about what we are teaching our second graders at church on Wednesday nights:  "He is the Truth", "There Is only One God", "He is the Alpha and Omega and everything in between".  How simply and eagerly, without question and with complete willingness do these seven and eight-year-olds accept this because, to them, He simply Is.  It's almost like there is greater wisdom in the heart of child, for accepting Christ so eagerly, than there is in my calloused, sometimes cynical heart.  Perhaps it is times like these that the words to this song ring truest: "Word of God, speak!  Would you pour down like rain washing my eyes to see your majesty, to be still and know that you're in this place?  Please let me stay and rest in your holiness."  I guess that does put one at "a loss for words"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4JK_6osCH74&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4JK_6osCH74&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the above, we can now say, "God of wonders beyond all majesty, You are Holy!"  I was lying awake in bed the other night, when I felt the room begin to shake gently.  I realized I was experiencing an earthquake, probably for the first time!  To think that God has the power to move Heaven and earth - beyond what any earthquake, flood, hurricane can accomplish - He is truly great in power beyond what the mind can fathom.  That the One who is rich in such power would choose to love is beyond me.&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CBNE25rtnE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4JK_6osCH74&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-7272003343671090516?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7272003343671090516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=7272003343671090516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/7272003343671090516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/7272003343671090516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/word-of-god-speak.html' title='Word of God, Speak'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-3969226053048428014</id><published>2008-04-21T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:04:46.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Lemonator"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SBChKzxgxYI/AAAAAAAAASE/zykHGufcZD4/s1600-h/dog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SBChKzxgxYI/AAAAAAAAASE/zykHGufcZD4/s320/dog+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192827577426822530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realized I haven't blogged in a VERY LONG TIME! I haven't had much to say. Lately, some new material has surfaced. Any faithful reader will remember the grape &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;analogy&lt;/span&gt; that I've used frequently while blogging, and that I am trying to achieve the characteristics and attributes of a true grape. I think I've recently learned that grapes are sometimes grapes of wrath. This will make more sense as you continue to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, "Chef Val" (and, no, I do not normally refer to myself in the third person....that's a little weird) completed another kitchen creation. -- I decided to make Lemon Squares, one of my favorite desserts. I gathered all of my ingredients together, mixed everything accordingly and I even squeezed FRESH lemon juice into the batter. Hearing the stove timer go off was like music to my ears. This meant that I was 25 minutes closer to biting into one of the warm, citrus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delights&lt;/span&gt; I'd just slaved over. I pulled the pan out of the oven, set it on the counter to cool and made a trip to the bathroom (the last fact would not normally be pertinent to a story, but it is in this situation). Upon returning from the bathroom (not even 3 minutes later), I found a big black and white fluffy monster standing on her hind legs with her head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt; in the cooling pan of lemon squares. I was instantly transformed into a "grape of wrath". I rolled as fast as my leg would push me over to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ferocious&lt;/span&gt; beast consuming my baked goods (keep in mind that I am still using a scooter!) and proceeded to swat her furry rump with a kitchen towel. Fat lot of good that did! She continued eating out of the burning hot pan as though no one else was in the room. The least she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; done was acknowledge my wrath! That was it! Time to put the gloves on. I reached into a drawer and pulled out the oven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mitts&lt;/span&gt; and proceeded to pry the pan away from the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lemonator&lt;/span&gt;". The "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lemonator&lt;/span&gt;" goes by another alias: "Maggie", as well as "English Setter". Many would think, upon first glance, that she is cute and docile, not understanding that she belongs to a gang I like to call "The Counter Surfers". -- The struggle to regain possession of my precious Lemon Squares went on for hours.... Okay, so it was only a couple of seconds, but it felt like Pearl Harbor all over again. I thought I was going to have to call in reinforcements: the fly swatter and the squirt bottle - two of Maggie's most dreaded enemies. Finally, the great beast relinquished her jaws-of-life vice on the pan and the victory was mine.....or so I thought. Upon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; looking down into the pan, I realized that only half the contents remained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANT LESSON: Let experience be your guide. For example, when you find that your dog can consume an entire Thanksgiving pumpkin pie without becoming ill, eat a whole bag of Hershey Kisses without negative ramifications, inhale razor blades without any pain at all, survive electricution while gnawing on an extension cord, destroys your electric toothbrush while licking acid off of the batteries, and inhale half a pan of Lemon Squares in no time flat, DON'T LEAVE ANYTHING ON THE COUNTER! By the way, Maggie would like for everyone to know that textiles are her favorite snacks: toilet paper (fresh off the role, of course), underwear (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-laundered), socks (the smellier, the better), t-shirts (clean or dirty), and blankets (only the best, most expensive ones), and, although this is not a textile, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CHAP STICK&lt;/span&gt; is one of her personal faves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: The brownies that I just pulled out of the oven are cooling safely on top of the refrig&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SBChZTxgxZI/AAAAAAAAASM/9ejLX3IFEY4/s1600-h/dog+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SBChZTxgxZI/AAAAAAAAASM/9ejLX3IFEY4/s400/dog+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192827826534925714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erator. May the force be with her if she finds a way to get into those...                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-3969226053048428014?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3969226053048428014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=3969226053048428014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3969226053048428014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3969226053048428014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/grape-of-wrath.html' title='The &quot;Lemonator&quot;...'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/SBChKzxgxYI/AAAAAAAAASE/zykHGufcZD4/s72-c/dog+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-2231432625770395174</id><published>2008-04-03T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:12:02.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ankle Update...</title><content type='html'>Today I had a follow up appointment with my orthopaedic physician.  I was very anxious about it as I was afraid of getting a bad report.  I thought I would have a much longer length of recovery yet to complete than what was indicated.  I also thought that I would wind up sitting in the waiting room for two hours past my scheduled appointment like I did last time.  I really wasn't looking forward to this much at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appointment was at 11:30 this morning.  At 11:32, my name was called!  Yeah!  Victory in Jesus!  Okay, maybe that's overdoing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had x-rays taken and the doc says they look good!  He then went on to say that I only need to wear my removable cast/boot when out and about, more as protection than anything else.  I no longer have to sleep in this or wear it 24/7.  That was nice to hear.  I feel 20 lbs. lighter when I'm not wearing that thing.  I can start walking on my foot in four weeks.  I must begin physical therapy next week, three times a week for six weeks.  I'm not sure how I am going to work that one out as all of the physical therapy places that accept Beaumont insurance are closer to Detroit.  That is too far for my parents to take me...three times a week!  I will be making calls tomorrow to see if there is something closer to the Ann Arbor area that will accept my insurance.  I am going to call a physical therapist whom I know well whose office is only one mile up the road from my parents' house.  I want to see what he suggests.  This is where it pays to have connections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the scoop from a health perspective.  The rest of the day was enjoyable.  The weather was warm and sunny and my mom and I went out to lunch after retreiving mail and clothes from my condo.  We then headed to church to pick up a pile of paperwork that has been accumulating in my mailbox.  I also returned the revised VBS children's packets to Brien that I have been working on for the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be making calls, scanning paperwork into a database and then going out with a friend for her 30th birthday.  That's all the news for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for a little humor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;earlier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;their travel schedules. So, the&lt;br /&gt;husband left Minnesota &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;down the following day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The husband checked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;into the hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided&lt;br /&gt;to send an email &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;to his wife. However, he accidentally left out one letter in her email address, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and without realizing his error, sent the email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston , a  widow had just returned home from her husband's&lt;br /&gt;funeral. He was a minister who had passed away following a heart attack...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The widow decided to check her email expecting messages from relatives and friends.&lt;br /&gt;After reading the first message, she screamed and fainted. The widow's son rushed into&lt;br /&gt;the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To: My Loving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Subject: I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Arrived &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Date: October 16, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;surprised to hear from me.&lt;br /&gt;They have computers here now and you are allowed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;send emails to your loved ones. I've just  arrived and have been checked in.&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;seen that everything has been prepared for your arrival &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Looking forward to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;seeing you then!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;P.S. Sure is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;freaking hot down here!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-2231432625770395174?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2231432625770395174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=2231432625770395174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/2231432625770395174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/2231432625770395174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/ankle-update.html' title='Ankle Update...'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-4545631828728522468</id><published>2008-04-02T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:14:26.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testify to Love - Avalon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KdvDVCqWqh0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KdvDVCqWqh0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-4545631828728522468?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4545631828728522468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=4545631828728522468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/4545631828728522468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/4545631828728522468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/testify-to-love-avalon.html' title='Testify to Love - Avalon'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-8137126487451189668</id><published>2008-04-01T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:14:27.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>"Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love."  - Revelation 2:4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"At age nine, I accepted the Lord into my heart.  Subsequent years have continually displayed the wonder of His love.  They have also presented a challenge in learning how to respond to this amazing reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;During the 1960's, my life was filled with the joys and opportunities of being a young wife and mother.  As the daughter of a pastor, I knew the importance of seeking God's will for our lives and of being involved in Christian activity.  My focus was filled with church, family and work but it was in the midst of 'the good life' that I lost sight of God's higher vision -- the vision of a deep and rich love relationship with Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was not that church activity was the problem, nor other responsibilities.  There are many wonderful things that come out of one's consistent commitment to church and family life.  The issue was that I had allowed the good to become an enemy to what was best.  Even good things can keep us from knowing the Lord as our first love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When John the apostle wrote Revelation 2:4, it was to address this issue.  This passage reveals that the church at Ephesus had become sidetracked in its priorities.  The complaint brought by the Lord against the church was not for what they were doing, but for what they were failing to do!  They had elevated the activity of kingdom work to a place of honor that belonged only to the King!  He was calling them to return to their first love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Failure to allow Jesus the highest place of honor in our lives will always displease the Father.  It will always leave us with a compelling sense of loss, of incompleteness, a void, even an agony of heart that yearns for 'something more' while struggling to identify the real issues of inner conflict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have discovered we will not reach for more until we are dissatisfied with our current level of relationship.  For me, the 1970's challenged the placed where I was in spiritual experience.  I began to immerse my life in prayer opportunities and the Word.  Truth called for repentance.  I was filled with a deep hunger and a firm resolve to break free from the grip of mediocrity that always chokes out the best things from God.  I prayed earnestly that God would launch me out into the deep with Him -- that He would swing me across that huge gulf called the 'cares of life', a gulf that so easily separates us from essential steps to furthering our God-ordained destiny.  The decade became a season of new beginnings; my heart was being prepared for greater adventures with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the marvel of it all: Such adventures will always stretch you past yourself, past your fears and inability, past your struggles and bondages, while developing a clearer focus and a stronger faith.  you will not only experience more of God's love, but you will be amazed at the exciting ways He arranges for you to share His love and minister in His name.  Our vision of life is always limited; His vision is always greater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Accept the challenge.  Be passionate for Jesus.  Embrace your first love!  Only here will you discover grace perfectly fitted for your future.  He is a phenomenal God!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Barbara James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-8137126487451189668?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8137126487451189668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=8137126487451189668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/8137126487451189668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/8137126487451189668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/yet-i-hold-this-against-you-you-have.html' title='&quot;Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love.&quot;  - Revelation 2:4'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-3558752645500892934</id><published>2008-03-30T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:06:30.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Gulp...</title><content type='html'>I mentioned yesterday that my finances will be better than ever before in the months to follow.  This is true!  However, there is one major financial burden that I still carry!  Tomorrow, I will begin to work on a resolution to this situation!  It seems that the Christian life is five steps forward, four steps backward.  I haven't quite figured it out other than to say this: every time I see progress, it is at the cost of a retrogression shortly thereafter.  This can be discouraging.  I have to admit that it's beneficial.  I think of of the passage in James that says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-30254" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-30255" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-30256" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-30257" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-30258" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That man should not think he will receive anything from the Lord; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-30259" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;he is a double-minded man, unstable in all he does.  The brother in humble circumstances ought to take pride in his high position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-30261" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But the one who is rich should take pride in his low position, because he will pass away like a wild flower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-30262" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For the sun rises with scorching heat and withers the plant; its blossom falls and its beauty is destroyed. In the same way, the rich man will fade away even while he goes about his business.  Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love Him."  James 1:2-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A good friend of mine once told me that he reached a point in life where he had to choose who he was going to be; how he would live.  Would he be known as someone wisened by the world's standards or would he be known as Christ, spirit filled and wholly devoted?  This friend chose the latter, praise the Lord.  He often says that if he could learn to be the same in all settings, to be consistently "Christian", that he would've achieved some form of success in his lifetime.  To be the same at home that you are at work or at church is, by definition, true consistency.  I'm not sure that I'm quite there yet.  I am choosing, all over, who I want to be "when I grow up".  The thing is, we never are grown up.  Not until we see Him face to face.  We do, however, have the opportunity daily to "re-choose" who we are.  I want to daily choose to rejoice in the face of trials; to glory in the cross ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love verse 2, "Consider it pure joy...the testing of your faith works perseverance..."  The act of choosing Christ IS WORTH IT.  It truly is.  I can now honestly say that I don't think I'd trade my circumstances for anything.  I've learned more about my God through all of this.  Why would I want to downgrade from that by trading in hardship?  I will be of greater use having gone through difficult stages rather than living a life of ease, leading to ill content.  I will be made "mature and COMPLETE" having learned not to "doubt" the power of my Savior to work in ALL THINGS.  He is consistently ALL of His attributes, ALL OF THE TIME.  Even on my bad days, He is still good.  I can't grasp the concept of having Christ overlook my faults when I ask Him for wisdom...  I think this can best be described as relief on my part.  "The brother of humble circumstances ought to take pride in his HIGH position..."  Wow...I am speechless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my weakness, I am promised a crown.  All I have to do is trust....  How fortunate I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this evening, I was sharing with someone about what I am learning from Job.  I explained that I've missed the point of the entire book!  Satan comes to the Lord one day stating, "Job serves you only because you've given him so many incentives."  The Lord's response, "No, Job serves me because he KNOWS His God.  I will remove all from him and he will continue to serve me."  Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gulp, gulp.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job KNEW the indescribable character of his personal Savior.  He KNEW God is good in ALL circumstances.  Upon losing everything, he still PERSEVERED.  He still WORSHIPED.  He still put one foot in front of the other, in full recognition of the Hope that was within him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My circumstances are menial.  I will never know true hardship; certainly never persecution.  My every need is met.  Everything in life comes back to the cross.  Am I going to take it up and follow Him, or leave it lying in the dust? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided who I will be "when I grow up".  My usual response to life's speed bumps: BRING IT ON!  If God is for me, who can be against me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"I Know Who Holds The Future)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- Stuart Hamblen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;marquee direction="up" scrollamount="2" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Known only to him are the great hidden secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Ill fear not the darkness when my flame shall dim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I know not what the future holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;But I know who holds the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Its a secret known only to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;In this world of fear and doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;On my knees I ask the question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Why a lonely, heavy cross I must bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Then he tells me in my prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Its because I am trustworthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;He gives me strength far more than my share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Known only to him are the great hidden secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Ill fear not the darkness when my flame shall dim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I know not what the future holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;But I know who holds the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Its a secret known only to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;a href="http://gettherhythm.com/e/elvis_presley.html"&gt;Elvis Presley Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDY5MzI*NzE2ODcmcHQ9MTIwNjkzMjQ5MDM5MCZwPTEyNDAyMSZkPSZuPQ==.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-3558752645500892934?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3558752645500892934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=3558752645500892934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3558752645500892934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3558752645500892934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/double-gulp.html' title='Double Gulp...'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-2099694780374869109</id><published>2008-03-29T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:16:33.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulp...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had such a whack on the head from the Lord that you don't know how to even begin to put it into words???  That's been happening a lot for me over the past couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I realized that I had made a severe "boo-boo" with finances.  Long story short, I am living on much less now than I would be were I working full time, yet God has worked things out in such a way that I will be better off financially than I have ever been before.  I'm still reeling a bit.  I'm one of those people that usually choose to try to understand God's grace rather than simply accept it for what it is.  I've finally determined that His grace does not concern my own meager understanding.  ***GULP.***  He chooses to use people and circumstances quite often without human explanation.  One such example occurred just this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An acquaintance of my family decided to drop off groceries and a Meijer's gift card on the front porch.  He rang the doorbell and took off.  We knew he was coming, because he called to say he had to drop something off, but we didn't realize what the contents would be.  We haven't heard from this person in over a year.  Out of the blue, he decides to drop stuff off.  I don't get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we "don't get it" does not lessen the power of the grace extended us.  When we do "get it", this lends no further credibility to the already quite credible Lord that we serve.  I think I forget that too often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could learn to live a life of gratitude, choosing not to concern myself so much with understanding, wouldn't I be better off???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-2099694780374869109?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2099694780374869109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=2099694780374869109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/2099694780374869109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/2099694780374869109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/gulp.html' title='Gulp...'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-7884825654761788517</id><published>2008-03-28T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:05:07.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chef Val Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>Many unusual things have happened in the time I've been "laid up".  I've reconnected with people I never thought I'd hear from again, I am in daily contact with a cousin whom I've not spoken to in over twenty years and my brother (a guy who does not believe in wasting words) and I have had several heart-to-hearts.  This is not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unusual thing, however, is that I've been spending lots of time in the kitchen.  Strange, since I don't really cook!  Anything to overcome the boredom!  If I were to become a chef, I think I would be a pastry chef or I would make a good baker.  I don't make anything that is actually healthy.  That goes against my policy, "If it doesn't have sugar, don't eat it."  I have perfected a little thing called "The Chocolate Chip Cookie" and am mastering a tangy delight called "The Lemon Square".  Today, however, I will be masterfully coordinating the appropriate ingredients comprising "Strawberry Shortcake".  Eat your heart out, Paula Deen - a stick of butter, my foot!  I have strawberries running out of my ears resulting from a trip to Randazzo's last week.  I originally intended these berries for "Fruit Pizza", which worked beautifully, except that I bought two cartons too many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of a time when I was not allowed in the kitchen...  It was a low point in my life.  I was about thirteen years old and had developed a poor track record when it came to culinary success.  I remember one particular situation involving a chocolate pie that turned out to be lemon....or was it a lemon pie that turned out to be chocolate....???  I remember melting chocolate squares in the microwave.  No big deal....except that the bowl was not microwave safe.  Upon "nukeage", the bowl began to melt into the chocolate.  That was the day that I found out that chocolate is tough stuff!  The chocolate did not melt, yet the bowl did.  I remember spending about 45 minutes to an hour peeling plastic away from the chocolate.  Aha!  I believe that's when I decided to make a lemon pie!  And my church actually lets me put on luncheons....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were other minor incidents, of course.  There was the great "Whoopie Pie" ordeal of '91.  Terrible name for a recipe...  Anyway, I had decided to make thick, fluffy chocolate cookies (a.k.a. "Whoopie Pies"), not knowing that the recipe would generate approximately 100 of these lead rockets...  With each new ingredient, I had to upgrade to a larger bowl.  I had more dough then I knew what to do with.  Of course it was about that time that I heard the garage door opening and realized that my parents were arriving home.  Uh-oh!  So, I proceeded to do what anyone in a culinary crisis about to get busted by her parents would do!  I've found that the toilet is the answer to all of life's accidental kitchen creations.  I rushed into the bathroom conveniently located just off the kitchen, mammoth bowl of dough in hand, and proceeded to cover my tracks.  Down the hatch, glob by glob, or dollop by dollop if you are Martha Stewart, went the sticky black concoction.  I kept shoveling out the goods until I was down to one, manageable little lump of dough.  I rushed back into the kitchen just as the door opened.  In walked the queen bee (my mother).  She, of course, was "concerned" that I was at work yet again.  Some of the concern, however, was deflated upon realization that I had only a small lump of dough to contend with.  I was a genius!  I proceeded to bake these puppies and was so proud of myself when the timer went off.  These beauties looked perfect!  Upon retrieving one cookie from the pan, I noticed that it felt exceptionally heavy and looked.....BLACK!  It tasted like charcoal (or what I would imagine charcoal to taste like).  That was the day "Whoopie Pies" became known as lead rockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, those days are behind me.  I am no longer banned from the kitchen, but I am under utmost scrutiny when I am at work.  That is bothersome at it is more difficult to sneak a taste of cookie dough while under surveilance, but it is the price I must pay for culinary success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIP: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him." - Psalm 34:8  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Next time I've invited you over for dinner, remember that the Lord is good and, as you stare into the blackened abyss that is your 11 oz. Porterhouse (I prefer to call it "well done"), you can take refuge in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my all-time favorite recipes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRUIT PIZZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-0Slb75zNI/AAAAAAAAARw/ZoEMbSd0qkI/s1600-h/fruit+pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 217px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-0Slb75zNI/AAAAAAAAARw/ZoEMbSd0qkI/s400/fruit+pizza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182819180536777938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="BasePageSummaryPlaceholderControl1"&gt;&lt;div id="prepItems"&gt;  &lt;div class="prepTime"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prep Time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 min&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="totalTime"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 min&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="makes"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 servings, 1 slice each&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                   &lt;div id="ingredients"&gt;       &lt;div class="table-row-gray"&gt;       &lt;div class="column1"&gt;      &lt;div class="textarea"&gt;       1 pkg.       (18 oz.) refrigerated sliceable sugar cookies      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;                &lt;div class="table-row"&gt;       &lt;div class="column1"&gt;      &lt;div class="textarea"&gt;1 (8 oz.) package of cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Powdered Sugar&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;                &lt;div class="table-row-gray"&gt;       &lt;div class="column1"&gt;      &lt;div class="textarea"&gt;       2 cups       assorted fruit, such as sliced bananas, strawberry slices, grapes, nectarine slices, peeled kiwi slices      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="stdContBlock"&gt; &lt;div class="textarea"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;PREHEAT &lt;/strong&gt;oven to 350°F. Press dough evenly into 12-inch pizza pan. Bake as directed on cookie dough package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;REMOVE &lt;/strong&gt;crust from pan; place on serving plate.  Spread with combined powdered sugar, vanilla and cream cheese; top with fruit.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;over and refrigerate until ready to serve. Cut into 16 slices to serve. Store leftover pizza in refrigerator.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOTE:  You may also prepared this on a large cookie sheet.  Rarely do I make a pizza shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SUBSTITUTE:  It's also fun to buy chocolate chip cookie dough and use crumpled candy bars for the same effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-7884825654761788517?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7884825654761788517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=7884825654761788517' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/7884825654761788517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/7884825654761788517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/chef-val-strikes-again.html' title='Chef Val Strikes Again'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-0Slb75zNI/AAAAAAAAARw/ZoEMbSd0qkI/s72-c/fruit+pizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-8007471181887347186</id><published>2008-03-27T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:56:45.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>HOPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-uvdb75zLI/AAAAAAAAARg/G3YAaKG8F5E/s1600-h/HOPE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182428716469963954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-uvdb75zLI/AAAAAAAAARg/G3YAaKG8F5E/s400/HOPE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-uusr75zKI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sjq-mTLXdcg/s1600-h/HOPE.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I had the privilege of going out to dinner with a good friend. It's always good to get out of the house these days and I find that it is much easier to come back home knowing that these various opportunities will be dispersed throughout the next couple of months (how's that for a run-on sentence?). We went to Outback and did a little shopping afterward (I left my purse in the car for what I think is an obvious reason). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reminded, once again, of the strong importance of surrounding yourself with godly people; of how your closest friends should be believers. We tend to, whether we realize it or not, be influenced most by those whom we surround ourselves. I can easily look back on a period of my life where I was dangerously influenced. I didn't realize it at the time, of course. Hindsight is 20/20 as the saying goes. However, when I think about that unusual time now, I am so RELIEVED and GRATEFUL that God protected me. I could've made some truly foolish, life-altering decisions that would have been irreversible. I feel...SAVED....DELIVERED....FREE! While these experiences are not always those of "feeling", they are genuine nonetheless.  My point is this: if you've never had the experience of walking away from a conversation with a friend pondering thoughts of a spiritual nature, then you need to find new friends!  Our relationships should be those that leave us encouraged and desirous of knowing more about our Creator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the course of the dinner conversation last night, the topic of "Hope" was broached on the part of my friend. Fortunately, she is someone who "Gets it" - she's sharp and doesn't tend to proof text. She spoke of an all-to-familiar passage in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 5:1-8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hope does not disappoint&lt;/span&gt; us, because God has poured out His love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom He has given us. You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates His own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this passage. It's one that I've read over and over and over again. I've studied the book of Romans with intensity, with purpose, and ultimately, with hope! One thing that's bothersome and worrisome to me is that "hope" is often read as a verb. It is NOT a verb in this passage! It is a NOUN - JESUS IS HOPE! How can we so completely drop the ball! I think often of two other passages that are seriously misconstrued. The first being: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=47&amp;amp;chapter=18&amp;amp;verse=20&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 18:20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "For where two or three come together in My name, there am I with them."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the rest of the passage! Better yet, read the book! This is talking about discipline!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=37&amp;amp;verse=4&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Psalm 37:4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Delight yourself in the LORD and He will give you the desires of your heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm delighted, now where's my million dollar mansion, Fortune 500 husband, Jag, and live-in nanny (by the way, Super Nanny rocks!)? I have to laugh! I am guaranteed NOTHING, but promised EVERYTHING! Confused? That's okay, most of us are perpetually so! God does not guarantee us a spouse, children, the perfect car or home.  He especially does not guarantee us a life of frivolity.  He does not work on a merit system: if you do this, I will grant you that. So many people become frustrated when they don't get what they want. Well, if doing something only to be rewarded in return is your motivation for honoring Christ, then are you truly being obedient? Here's another favorite of mine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6, "Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's just me, but I can't see the part where it says, "Trust in the Lord....and he will give you a car." Trust me, I looked! I really need the car! While it is true that God provides our every need, He is NOT Joel Osteen (sorry, Joel). He does not go around saying, "Live your best life and I will give you a lucrative Swiss bank account." That is a merit system if I ever heard one. God does not have an "insert quarter here" slot.  He does, however, say, "Honor me and I will give you MY best for you: protection, food, clothing, eternal security, true purpose and fulfillment, the HOPE that is ME." After all, "I AM THAT I AM." This isn't a slam against Joel Osteen fans, this is a plea to begin to THINK. Don't look for God's Word to tell you what you want to hear. Read it for Who He is. This is His love letter to Us. Why distort it? To alter its context is to doubt the Author. Who am I to think that I can make it SOUND better by reading it the way I think it should be read, rather than the way He intended for us to read it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Ron Cambell, I am "Hope filled and forever changed" because I took Him at His Word when He took me at my worst! Who needs the live-in nanny? I've got HOPE - I have a live-in Savior! If you think about it, do you really need more than that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"At one time we too were foolish, disobedient, deceived and enslaved by all kinds of passions and pleasures. We lived in malice and envy, being hated and hating one another. But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared, He saved us, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;not because of righteous things we had done, but because of His mercy&lt;/span&gt;. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, whom He poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;having been justified by his grace, we might become heirs having the hope of eternal life&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Titus 3:3-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This is Vine Life, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-8007471181887347186?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8007471181887347186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=8007471181887347186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/8007471181887347186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/8007471181887347186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/hope.html' title='HOPE'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-uvdb75zLI/AAAAAAAAARg/G3YAaKG8F5E/s72-c/HOPE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-2812661696780009556</id><published>2008-03-25T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:31:32.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wooden Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;I think many times we are so busy with our own routines,&lt;br /&gt;that we forget about the preciousness of others.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt sent this story to me today and I was&lt;br /&gt;reminded that in the process of going about my own life,&lt;br /&gt;I might be hindering someone else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law,&lt;br /&gt;and four-year-old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;grandson.  The old man's hands trembled,&lt;br /&gt;his eyesight was blurred, and his step &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;faltered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The family ate together at the table. But the elderly&lt;br /&gt;grandfather's shaky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hands and failing sight made eating&lt;br /&gt;difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;onto the floor. When he&lt;br /&gt;grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The son&lt;br /&gt;and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.'We must do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;something about father,' said the son. 'I've had enough of his&lt;br /&gt;spilled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.'  So the&lt;br /&gt;husband and wife set a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;small table in the corner. There,&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather ate alone while the rest of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the family&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed dinner.  Since Grandfather had broken a dish or&lt;br /&gt;two, his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;food was served in a wooden bowl.  When the family&lt;br /&gt;glanced in Grandfather's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;direction, sometimes he had a tear&lt;br /&gt;in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;only words the couple&lt;br /&gt;had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fork&lt;br /&gt;or spilled food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before&lt;br /&gt;supper, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on&lt;br /&gt;the floor.  He asked the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;child sweetly, 'What are you making?'&lt;br /&gt;Just as sweetly, the boy responded, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Oh, I am making a little&lt;br /&gt;bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;grow up.' &lt;br /&gt;The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then&lt;br /&gt;tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was&lt;br /&gt;spoken, both knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;what must be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led&lt;br /&gt;him back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the family table.  For the remainder of his days he&lt;br /&gt;ate every meal with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;family. And for some reason, neither&lt;br /&gt;husband nor wife seemed to care any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;longer when a fork was&lt;br /&gt;dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-2812661696780009556?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2812661696780009556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=2812661696780009556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/2812661696780009556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/2812661696780009556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/wooden-bowl.html' title='The Wooden Bowl'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-3049925942111119385</id><published>2008-03-25T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:14:57.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Village Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-mFrr75zII/AAAAAAAAARI/q8lneL5UPPM/s1600-h/corridor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-mFrr75zII/AAAAAAAAARI/q8lneL5UPPM/s400/corridor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181819831841311874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-mFK775zHI/AAAAAAAAARA/OJtps-a1SJQ/s1600-h/store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-mFK775zHI/AAAAAAAAARA/OJtps-a1SJQ/s400/store.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181819269200596082" border="0" /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-mEbL75zGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/eqoXUuOs0C4/s1600-h/Hollanders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 233px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-mEbL75zGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/eqoXUuOs0C4/s400/Hollanders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181818448861842530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to downtown Ann Arbor, also known as "The Village".  I had forgotten how much I missed living in the middle of it all - the summer festivals, Art Fair, Top of the Park, you name it!  Definitely the place to be if you enjoy things such as kayaking, hiking, horseback riding, shopping....and eating!  We went into "Hollander's", my favorite stationary store.  I love to write letters and send cards, so I guess that is why I have a fierce love for stationary and paper products.  I have boxes and boxes of cards, letters, colorful envelopes, textured notes, floral prints, etc. of things that I love to write on as well as things that have been written and sent to me.  I recently thumbed through many of these treasures and decided that I am going to make a framed collage of different letters and cards of the same color schemes - sort of a quilt-like approach to framed artwork maybe?  I enjoy e-mail from the standpoint that it is quick and I find that I can get work done via e-mail that saves me from having to use the dreaded ringing noisy thing.  I think they call it a "telephone"?  I'm not sure - I try to avoid it.  I do, however, love the cell phone.  Only COOL people call me on that!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now home (with a headache...yuck!) relaxing.  I have almost finished my most recent book and am looking forward to a hot bath and a bottle of Motrin!  It really is the little things in life...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-l55L75zDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/WJVdvkLXbiY/s1600-h/stationary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-l55L75zDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/WJVdvkLXbiY/s400/stationary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181806869630012466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-3049925942111119385?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3049925942111119385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=3049925942111119385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3049925942111119385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3049925942111119385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/village-life.html' title='Village Life...'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-mFrr75zII/AAAAAAAAARI/q8lneL5UPPM/s72-c/corridor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-6868418021024374358</id><published>2008-03-25T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T07:31:49.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Dresses</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my mom, sister and I went to see "27 Dresses" starring Katherine Heigl.  I have discovered that I love ANY movie when it only costs me a buck!  The movie was okay - it provided sufficient entertainment for the afternoon and it was a cute story line.  It was actually a little better than I had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I am a little unusual in the sense that I will watch a movie over and over and over again if I like the cinematography of the movie.  Some of my favorites would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bewitched" - because I love the cute little house in this movie that is home for Nicole Kidman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/umDvkPKdt14&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/umDvkPKdt14&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Serendipity" - because I love the beautiful New York scenery with the falling white, puffy snowflakes and Rockefeller Center with its huge decorated Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CsjR5P3TuWY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CsjR5P3TuWY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Horse Whisperer" - because of the gorgeous Montana scenery and the fact that I love horses.  The soundtrack is remarkable.  I could definitely watch that one repeatedly and never get tired of if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l76GL89jHcY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l76GL89jHcY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sabrina" (The Harrison Ford re-make) - because of the Paris, mansion, vineyard, etc. shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-kLBL75y7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/1aFdtz5B1KE/s1600-h/sabrina+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-kLBL75y7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/1aFdtz5B1KE/s400/sabrina+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181684961278282674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-kLCL75y-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/vGASyCO92xM/s1600-h/sabrina+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-kLCL75y-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/vGASyCO92xM/s400/sabrina+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181684978458151906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Steel Magnolias" - Gorgeous scenery and hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMhgaVlhvGA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMhgaVlhvGA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We girls MUST have our favorite flics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-6868418021024374358?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6868418021024374358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=6868418021024374358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6868418021024374358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6868418021024374358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/27-dresses.html' title='27 Dresses'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-kLBL75y7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/1aFdtz5B1KE/s72-c/sabrina+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-8051758944717556552</id><published>2008-03-23T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:19:18.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-avar75y6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/6G7bF5Trtro/s1600-h/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 410px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-avar75y6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/6G7bF5Trtro/s400/Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181021294341770146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me with my new short hair-do for those who haven't seen it already!  It needs help as it is a little messy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="A7375534607392525312" quality="high" data="http://llnw.jibjab.com/content/player.swf?content_url=http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/api/remote/xG06JvzD12XjJTezgICnFaGx.xml" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="369" width="435"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://llnw.jibjab.com/content/player.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="content_url=http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/api/remote/xG06JvzD12XjJTezgICnFaGx.xml"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;"&gt;Don't send a lame &lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/category/73/easter"&gt;Easter eCard&lt;/a&gt;. Try &lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com/sendables"&gt;JibJab Sendables&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a good day to say the least!  I love how we had horrible weather on Friday (the day representative of Christ's death) and today, on the day we've chosen to represent Christ's resurrection, the sun is shining!  Coincidence???  I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went to church with my ENTIRE family.  My sister flew in from California late Wednesday evening and will be with us for another week or two.  I think Mom was happy to have her kids in one spot at the same time.  That's tough to pull off when your children are adults.   My parents' church puts on an Easter morning breakfast each year, so we participated in that, which took the place of Sunday School.  It was quite a long service this morning and we were ready to come home!  We are now surrounding the television, watching the Tigers play the Cleveland Indians (game is tied, by the way), our guts ready to explode from the ham, potatoes, broccoli, rolls, and everything else under the sun that we just ate.  We haven't even begun to think about dessert yet, but we will press on!  I am enjoying being warm in front of the fireplace, good book in hand.  I'm enjoying the art of relaxation, perhaps under the realization that I didn't know how to do that before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will close with an excerpt from an e-mail message I received early this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;John 11:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jesus said to her, "I am the  resurrection and the life.&lt;br /&gt;He who believes in me will live, even though he  dies;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Praise the Lord He is risen  INDEED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;May each and every one of you have a  wonderful Easter Holiday as you remember that our Lord, who died a most  humiliating and painful death on Friday, is now today RISEN to give us NEW  LIFE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessings!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-8051758944717556552?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8051758944717556552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=8051758944717556552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/8051758944717556552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/8051758944717556552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R-avar75y6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/6G7bF5Trtro/s72-c/Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-6315387488012858986</id><published>2008-03-21T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T07:46:26.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>Good Friday to You!</title><content type='html'>I came across this passage in my devotions.  I thought it befitting of my circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“...blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.”- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=31&amp;amp;search=Jeremiah%2017:7-8" title="Jeremiah 17:7-8"&gt;Jeremiah 17:7-8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is good Friday, which is in perfect keeping with the events of my morning!  I have spent most of this week stressing about my job and finances.  I had not heard from my immediate supervisor at work until this morning, so I was somewhat worried that she would post my position!  I was also concerned about disability income.  I am a month overdue and have not yet received a check.  The thing about bills is that they don't fall under the "ignore-it-and-it-will-go-away" category.  I was feeling  a little overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor called this morning and assured me that she WOULD NOT post my position.  Legally, after three months, it is the policy of the hospital to do this.  Mary (my fearless leader) said that she wants me back on the floor and will hold the position for as long as it takes.  PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the bank this morning, as I do every other Friday, to see if my disability income had been deposited yet.  Well, it had indeed! My check was over $300 more than what I had expected it to be.  I was hoping only to make next month's rent.  Well, I just paid next month's rent, made a car payment AND paid the phone bill!  I still have a little left over to get me by until next pay day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving this Good Friday thing, however, it came at a very high price.  All my stress and struggle are meaningless in comparison to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-25952" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"As they led him away, they seized Simon from Cyrene, who was on his way in from the country, and put the cross on him and made him carry it behind Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-25953" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A large number of people followed him, including women who mourned and wailed for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-25954" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus turned and said to them, "Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me; weep for yourselves and for your children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-25955" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For the time will come when you will say, 'Blessed are the barren women, the wombs that never bore and the breasts that never nursed!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-25956" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  Then 'they will say to the mountains, "Fall on us!" and to the hills, "Cover us!"  '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-25957" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For if men do these things when the tree is green, what will happen when it is dry?"  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Two other men, both criminals, were also led out with him to be executed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When they came to the place called the Skull, there they crucified him, along with the criminals—one on his right, the other on his left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus said, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And they divided up his clothes by casting lots.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The people stood watching, and the rulers even sneered at him. They said, "He saved others; let him save himself if he is the Christ of God, the Chosen One."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The soldiers also came up and mocked him. They offered him wine vinegar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and said, "If you are the king of the Jews, save yourself."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There was a written notice above him, which read: THIS IS THE KING OF THE JEWS.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the criminals who hung there hurled insults at him: "Aren't you the Christ? Save yourself and us!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But the other criminal rebuked him. "Don't you fear God," he said, "since you are under the same sentence? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We are punished justly, for we are getting what our deeds deserve. But this man has done nothing wrong."  Then he said, "Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus answered him, "I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise."It was now about the sixth hour, and darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus called out with a loud voice, "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit." When he had said this, he breathed his last."&lt;br /&gt;John 22:26-45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Amazing Grace / My Chains Are Gone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Chris Tomlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyFxArMeRDI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyFxArMeRDI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-6315387488012858986?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6315387488012858986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=6315387488012858986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6315387488012858986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6315387488012858986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-friday-to-you.html' title='Good Friday to You!'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-3360851207970347625</id><published>2008-03-19T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T06:46:50.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Give Me Jesus" - Jeremy Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Dca0P7w9ZQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Dca0P7w9ZQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-3360851207970347625?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3360851207970347625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=3360851207970347625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3360851207970347625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3360851207970347625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/give-me-jesus-jeremy-camp.html' title='&quot;Give Me Jesus&quot; - Jeremy Camp'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-6758269179350775800</id><published>2008-03-16T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:15:30.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Christ Alone..</title><content type='html'>Please take a moment to listen to the testimony of Nick Vujicic.  He will be interviewed on 20/20 at 10:00 p.m. on Friday, March 21st on ABC.  This will be worth watching! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DxlJWJ_WfA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DxlJWJ_WfA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LtCrlXdd2E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LtCrlXdd2E&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-6758269179350775800?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6758269179350775800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=6758269179350775800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6758269179350775800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6758269179350775800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-christ-alone_16.html' title='In Christ Alone..'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-7834583123624804462</id><published>2008-03-15T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T06:35:18.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"DSW, Sear's, Macy's, Oh My!"</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was VERY BUSY.  Mom had the day off and we decided that we didn't want to putz around the house all day.  We went out!  We discovered a new second hand shop along with a new Mexican Restaurant, "La Hacienda Vieja" - The Old Ranch.  It was very good and VERY cheap.  Including drinks, my lunch was only $7.45 before tax.  We then headed to Arborland Mall where we visited Bed, Bath &amp;amp; Beyond, DSW, Dress Barn and Marshall's.  The sales were good, but a little picked over.  All of the Spring lines are out now (including swimsuits). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided we would head to Briarwood Mall to watch a movie.  We arrived there at 4:15 and discovered that "Mad Money" (the movie Mom wanted to see) wasn't playing until 7:15.  We had three hours to kill!  We managed to handle it.  I was happy to visit the T-Mobile store to get my phone fixed.  The back panel was lost in the car accident and the battery has been falling out each time I use the phone.  T-Mobile replaced the part in less than a minute for free.  I was ecstatic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I headed to Sear's for the Lands End sale.  We each got a cable knit sweater for 70% off and then my Mom got her employee discount, 20% off, on top of that.  Once again, I was ecstatic!  I love a good bargain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we realized it was time to head down to the theater.  We watched our 7:15 showing of "Mad Money" and then drove home.  We arrived at the house around 9:40.  We were exhausted, but happy to have been out in the sunshine all day.  I slept like a baby last night and am off to the Village (downtown Ann Arbor) today to enjoy more sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-7834583123624804462?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7834583123624804462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=7834583123624804462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/7834583123624804462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/7834583123624804462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/dsw-sears-macys-oh-my.html' title='&quot;DSW, Sear&apos;s, Macy&apos;s, Oh My!&quot;'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-6726767927693587138</id><published>2008-03-13T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:38:52.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9mh02sYlTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LQzAIc5Rv58/s1600-h/angel06bsm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 45px; height: 93px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9mh02sYlTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LQzAIc5Rv58/s400/angel06bsm.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177347176046040370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9mjfWsYlWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QOsSKj4OAPQ/s1600-h/boy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9mjfWsYlWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QOsSKj4OAPQ/s400/boy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177349005702108514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mom was concerned about her kindergarten son walking to school. He didn't want his mother to walk with him. She wanted to give him the feeling that he had some independence, but yet know that he was safe. So she had an idea of how to handle it. She asked a neighbor if she would please follow him to school in the mornings, staying at a distance, so he probably wouldn't notice her.  The neighbor said that since she was up early with her toddler anyway, it would be a good way for them to get  some exercise as well, so she agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next school day, the neighbor and her little girl set out following&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;behind Timmy, as he walked to school with another neighbor boy he knew. She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;did this for the whole week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As the boys walked and chatted, kicking stones and  twigs,  Timmy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;little friend noticed the same lady was following them, as she seemed&lt;br /&gt;to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;every day all week. Finally he said to Timmy, "Have you&lt;br /&gt;noticed that lady &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;following us to school all week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you know her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Timmy nonchalantly replied, "Yeah, I know who she is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The friend said, "Well, who is she?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's just Shirley Goodnest," Timmy replied, "and her daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Marcy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Shirley Goodnest? Who the heck is she and why is she following&lt;br /&gt;us? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well," Timmy explained, "Every night my Mom makes me say the&lt;br /&gt;23rd Psalm with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my prayers, 'cuz she worries about me so much.&lt;br /&gt;And in the Psalm, it says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Shirley Goodnest and Marcy shall&lt;br /&gt;follow me all the days of my life,' so I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;guess I'll just have to get&lt;br /&gt;used to it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Surely Goodness &amp;amp; Mercy"&lt;br /&gt;- Ashley Cleveland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4OYatSanh8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4OYatSanh8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-6726767927693587138?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6726767927693587138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=6726767927693587138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6726767927693587138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6726767927693587138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/surely-goodness-and-mercy-shall-follow.html' title='&quot;Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life...&quot;'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9mh02sYlTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LQzAIc5Rv58/s72-c/angel06bsm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-4490083958019422454</id><published>2008-03-12T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:11:25.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud of Witnesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9hh-2sYlSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Jke2z7AQ-os/s1600-h/clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 196px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9hh-2sYlSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Jke2z7AQ-os/s400/clouds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176995504123843874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My church is preparing to begin photo sessions in order to develop a new pictorial directory.  I happen to be on the committee that is working to produce this publication.  Our committee had a meeting at church today, therefore a friend drove all the way to my parents' home to pick me up so that I could be at this meeting.  This was an enjoyable time for me because it enabled us to spend some one-on-one time together.  It is difficult to do this with people when you attend a larger church.  I appreciated her continual willingness to do this as well as her helpfulness in seeing to it that I was able to get around appropriately on my cool scooter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of events such as those of today, I began to think about the choices we have in selecting our friends; in choosing the people whom we allow to be closest to us; those who will profoundly and positively impact our lives.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  "As iron sharpens iron, so a many sharpens the countenance of his friends," Proverbs 17:7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to count myself fortunate in that it seems that there is a large number of people whom I care about, who also care greatly for me.  Conversations that I've been able to exchange with such friends have pushed me to become more Christ-like; have challenged me to think about things such as motivations behind actions, the preciousness of others and how we might collectively further the kingdom in all that we do.  To be able to walk away from lunch with a friend, thinking about the spiritual aspect of the conversation, contemplating the practical application that we sometimes don't even realize we are challenging each other with, is a gift.  I cannot do this with everyone.  I can only have this sort of relationship within the body of Christ.  It is SO IMPORTANT to surround yourself with godly people.  Age is no discriminator of strong bonds within the spiritual family.  I love the closeness that is to be had with someone who is 78 versus someone who is 22; someone who has been attending for 30 years, versus someone who has only attended for six months.  I am constantly amazed at how intricately and wonderfully constructed Christ's church truly is.   There is strength to be drawn from each participant of the family.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us," Hebrews 12:1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was so neat to look around at the different faces of the committee members and see one lady who just joined the church this past summer, another lady who just joined right before Christmas, two ladies who've been attending for probably over twenty years, another lady who has only recently started to become involved because she just moved here last summer.  God is multiplying and adding to our &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"cloud of witnesses" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;faster than I ever could've imagined.  He's bringing in more and more brothers and sisters to encourage, pray, and work together to serve Him.  I don't know that it gets much better than this!  These are the people I want to surround me!  I would not have it any other way.  Today was a neat reminder of the importance of  the spiritual family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Cloud of Witnesses" - Mark Schultz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuYtwb7IzFI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuYtwb7IzFI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-4490083958019422454?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4490083958019422454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=4490083958019422454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/4490083958019422454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/4490083958019422454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/cloud-of-witnesses.html' title='Cloud of Witnesses'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9hh-2sYlSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Jke2z7AQ-os/s72-c/clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-5569277625970390969</id><published>2008-03-11T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:30:48.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN I AM WEAK, HE IS STRONG...</title><content type='html'>I've had many people ask questions about my background as the "biography" info on the right is a bit sketchy.  It's difficult to sum up one's life story in 300 words or less!  I thought I would spend today sharing about who I am and where I've come from.   Hopefully, you will see God's hand in all of this just as clearly as the sun is shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in Los Angeles, California on May 5, 1978.  My parents were not expecting to have their first child until much later, but surprises sometimes happen!  Mom was 23 and Dad was 24 and they were both dirt poor and scared to death!  My dad was working for Campus Crusade and, as previously mentioned, finances were VERY tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, I was born with some severe birth defects and had multiple surgeries before I was one month old.  I had no plumbing whatsoever and had to undergo multiple reconstructive surgeries as well as neurogenic bladder implantation and placement (I have an artificial bladder)!  I had a cholostomy to contend with as well.  I have been told by urologists since then that God must really love me because there wasn't appropriate medical technology in the '70's to allow for such dramatic procedures.  They are dumbfounded that I haven't had any serious problems since that time.  When I am weak, He is strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that being said, the first three years of my life were very trying for my parents.  Surgery after surgery, hospitalization after hospitalization, etc.  There were times when they were told that I would not make it through the night.  When I am weak, He is strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when life seemed as though it were about to settle down, I came down with pneumonia at age three resulting in yet another hospitalization!  I'm told that this was a very close call as well, but God apparently had a purpose for me because I'm still here!  When I am weak, He is strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of all of this, we ended up moving from L.A. to a small town called Van Wert in Ohio.  I only know one person who knows where that small town is: Bob Johnson!  He is thrilled that I was a buckeye for at least a percentage of my life!  My dad assumed a senior/youth pastorate roll at Calvary Evangelical Church in Van Wert, Ohio.  It was a large church and he was terrified!  This was a better living situation for our family as we spent some time "in the hood" while living in the L.A. area...  I've heard stories of drunks out on the front lawn, people beating on the back door, etc.  I'm glad the folks made the move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing that around age three, we then moved to Grover Hill, Ohio.  Dad had assumed the senior pastorate position for Zion Baptist Church.  Once again, only one person knows where that is: Bob Johnson!  Go figure...  I LOVED Grover Hill, but hated all the snakes that seemed to thrive on our property.  I remember them coming out of a ditch along the side of the backyard and slithering through the cornfield.  I remember one chasing me to the front porch one day.  I still am terrified of snakes.  When I am weak, He is strong?!?!?!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after our move, I remember my mom coming to me in my bedroom one day to tell me that she wanted me to go pray for a baby brother or sister with her.  I didn't think this was a very good idea, but I did it anyone and wound up with my sister, Sara seven months before my fifth birthday...  I was so excited when Mom went to hospital to deliver Sara because that meant that Grandma and Grandpa were coming!  YEAH!!!!  We would go shopping, eat at Wendy's, go to Smiley Park and they would be mine, ALL MINE, for the next few weeks.  I was elated!  They would bring me gifts, bake cookies with me and spoil me rotten.  Life just couldn't get any better than that.... I got a little cocky because I vividly remember Grandma spanking me one day...  Grandparents are NOT supposed to spank, punish or discipline their grandkids in ANY way... or so I thought...  That was a bit of a speed bump down the freeway of life, but all was well again shortly thereafter.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Until the phone rang.  It was dad telling me that I had a baby sister, Sara Ruth.  I think my response was, "Why?"  I was not enthused.  I then remember being told that we were going to the hospital to see her.  I was excited about this only because I missed my mom.  Upon entering the hospital, I was escorted straight to Sara.  I remember Grandpa lifting me up so I could squish my face against the glass window of the hospital nursery pointing to Sara saying, "There she is."  I was disgusted.  "Where's Mommy?" I asked.  I was then taken straight to my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me that we would have to take Sara home after she was born.  This was NOT good news.  All she did was eat and cry for two straight weeks.  I remember one particular evening where she was screaming in her crib.  Grandpa walked into her room and stood by the side of the crib just looking at her.  I don't think he knew I was right behind him.  "Lord, shut this child up," he murmured quietly...  Sara has been vocal ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew what hit me, it was time to move again!  I was six years old when Dad announced that we were moving back to Van Wert.  He'd assumed a senior pastorate roll at First Baptist Church of Van Wert.  I think those days were probably the happiest of my life.  We got to move to a big, beautiful two-story colonial home on two acres of cherry trees, apple trees, pine trees, grape vines, peonies and roses while surrounded by corn and wheat fields.  This was the best "Hide &amp;amp; Seek" place by far.  Each summer afternoon, Sara waited for Dad to get home so he would come outside to play "Hide &amp;amp; Seek" with us.  Once again, Sara couldn't keep her mouth shut, so I would ALWAYS find where she and my dad were hiding.  As I approached each hiding spot, I would hear Dad say, "Skeeter Bug, BE QUIET!"   That was her nickname.  It was because she looked like a giant insect when she was born....that's just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Wert was great.  My best friend, Shauna Cook, at the time lost her mother to cancer when she was just six years old.  She had a younger brother, Josh, who was three and an older brother, Danny, who was five.  This was sad, but great at the same time because that meant that Shauna could come over and play with me all the time.  Our families did EVERYTHING together.  I remember one particular evening when we had the bright idea of catching lightening bugs and putting them into jars.  I'm not sure what inspired us to do this.  After filling our jars with hundreds of thousands of bugs (which really only amounted to about five or six bugs), we ran into the house and up the stairs.  We probably had about six or seven jars between the two of us.  In the process of running up the stairs, we fell and our jars went tumbling to the bottom of the stairs where they were broken open and the bugs were set free....ALL OVER the house.  Shauna and I immediately headed for the door to our favorite hiding spot outside...  That's all I'm going to say about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest day of my childhood had to have been when Dad announced that we were moving to Cedar Spring, Michigan.  What the heck?!!?!!  I was nine years old and he'd assumed a senior pastorate roll at Maranatha Baptist Church.  During this time, another big surprise, approximately ten pounds and one ounce, showed up on April 18th, 1991.  Two weeks before my thirteenth birthday, Aaron Marc barged his way into the world.  My mom was initially devastated when she found she was pregnant.  She thought the diapers and potty training days were well behind her.  Dad was elated!  He bought planes when he found out Mom was pregnant with me and sold them after I was born.  He bought trains when Mom was carrying Sara and sold them after she was born.  This time, he got to keep both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I have always had a unique relationship.  When you have people constantly asking you how old your son is, it tends to change the nature of things.  This was a relationship that mirrored that of an aunt and a nephew.  I was his other mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time at Maranatha, but of course we moved again three months before my 14th birdthday to Kalkaska, Michigan, home of Calvary Baptist Church of Kalkaska.  These were some great years.  I had a good youth pastor, close friends, my high school was only a block down the street from our house and things were going well.  I was very active in church activities and felt like we were finally home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1996, I graduated high school and enrolled at Pensacola Christian Prison (I mean COLLEGE) the following Fall.  I am very proud to say that I lasted an entire semester there.  I couldn't even come home for Thanksgiving.  I'd had enough.  When I am weak, He is strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad drove the 24-hour trip to Pensacola to take me home PERMANENTLY just before Christmas of '96.  Before Dad even made it out of the car and up to my dorm room, my Mom called to say that her Dad had just died.  We immediately turned around and drove non-stop all the way home.  Mom and Dad boarded a plane for L.A. the very next day.  Dad went three or four days with his head ever touching a pillow.  When we are weak, He is strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten days later, Mom and Dad flew back home.  They were unlocking the front door and heard the phone ringing.  It was my Mom's sister calling.  Grandma just died.  Back out the door we went, straight to the airport.  We spent about a month in California clearing out the estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of this, I needed to figure out a job situation.  I assumed a nanny position for a family in our church.  The parents consisted of one high school French teacher and one contractor.  They had a five year old daughter, Lindsey and a newborn, Joshua.  I worked for them until school was out the following June of '97.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to enroll in Cornerstone University in Grand Rapids in Fall of '97.  I attended there for two years and could not decide on a major.  Nothing appealed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not going to go to school, then you need to work!  During the Winter of '98, I assumed another nanny position for the vice-president of sales for Bill Mahr-Sara Lee.  That was interesting.  They had three children living at home: Christopher, age three, Meghan, age five, and Mallory, age thirteen.  After two months, the Lord made it very clear that this was not a good decision.  I packed up and moved to Ann Arbor where my parents had established residence during my time at Cornerstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, Dad was an associate pastor in the Ypsilanti area.  I didn't care for the church and had a difficult time feeling like I fit in.  I was soon out looking for a church of my own.  I was also looking for a job!  I ended up working for a small fire restoration company in Ann Arbor called First Class Services.  I stayed there for about a year until a much, much better offer came along.&lt;br /&gt;I met Terri Eglinton, RN, in December of 1999.  I had no health care experience of any kind, but she decided to give me a shot.  She liked my personality and thought I'd be a boost for moral on the unit.  In January of 2000, I was hired as health unit coordinator for cardiology step-down at Saint Jospeh Mercy Hospital in Ann Arbor.  I finally knew that this was what I was supposed to do as a career.  I loved St. Joe's and was there for eight years.  I was very happy.  I had a cool apartment in Ann Arbor, I loved the village area and things couldn't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 23, 2003, I woke up  in the middle of the night with sharp, intermittent stabbing pains on my left side.  I got out of bed and took some Motrin and decided to wait for thirty minutes.  Well, exactly thirty minutes later, I was being wheeled into the E.R. of St. Joe's Hospital on a gurney.  The pain had escalated rapidly and I decided to drive myself to the hospital.  I knew I wasn't pregnant, but it felt like I was giving birth.  I was quickly diagnosed with having two large kidney stones stuck in the base of my left kidney.  There was no was for any drainage to pass through my body.  I had become septic (a.k.a. deathly ill) and, due to my extensive surgical history, no one new what to do.  If they performed the usual lithotripsy procedure in order to break up the stones, they could puncture my artificial bladder or tear the kidney.  I was green in appearance and constantly vomiting, but the pain was the worst pain I've ever had in my life.  Even worse than having broken bones or my ankle pushed back into place.  This is when it pays to be buddies with your primary care physician and your urologist and have the staff of the hospital!  God had strategically placed me in that place of employment for such a time as this.  I am convinced of that.  By that time, I had already opened up the first private practice my personal physician had ever owned, I was managing it effectively and things were going very well from a business perspective.  My doctor knew me well and I needed someone like that to be able to fix this huge medical problem.  When I am weak, He is strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. M. Hugh Soloman, a south African guy and good friend, came storming into the E.R. two hours later.  It must've been around 4 a.m.  "Why didn't you call my cell phone?" he asked me.  I am not in the habit of abusing patient/doctor privileges, but was so grateful for this man and so ill, that I happily accepted the verbal spanking!  Dr. Solomon flew out of state to watch urologists perform a brand new, experimental procedure for patients with artificial bladders suffering from kidney stone blockages.  You want to talk about feeling humbled?  Let's do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Solomon flew back and performed three procedures on me.  He took time away from his patients, his practice, the hospital and his family in order to fix me.  I am alive today because of the way God used this man.  When I am weak, He is strong; He is at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 23, 2007, Dr. Solomon performed his last procedure and I was sent home to recover for an additional month.  I haven't had any problems since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that recovery period, I spent a great deal of time wondering where God would lead me in the way of finding a church.  I decided to re-visit my parents' church in Ypsilanti.  I even ended up joining the church for one year, but knew that wasn't what God had for me.  I didn't feel the church was moving in the right direction and had some strong concerns about the leadership.  I began to get very depressed.  I felt like the hamster in the wheel.  Spinning and spinning without any rhyme or reason.  Totally and completely without purpose.   I went on like this for a couple of years.  When I am weak, He is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have known the associate pastor of the church I attend now and his wife for over 25 years.  I've always known this church existed, but never thought to try it out.  I finally decided on January 1st, 2006, that I would go visit.  I haven't attended anywhere else since.  In November of 2006, I became a member and decided it was time to dive in!  I absolutely loved Cornerstone.  I love the people who ARE Cornerstone.  I am home now.  After years and years of trying to figure out what "home" looks like, I now know.  As much as I love the people, it's not ABOUT the people.  It's about allowing Christ to work in and through you.  I can say with absolute certainty that He is doing that right this very moment.  When I am weak, He is strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended Cornerstone for nine months, making the drive from Ann Arbor to Roseville every Sunday AND Wednesday.  In November of 2006, I knew it was time to make a decision.  I couldn't keep doing this with the expectation that I could lay down roots there.  Then I was hired by Beaumont Hospital in Troy (very competitive, so that was definitely the hand of God) and I began to look for living arrangements.  I moved into a condo owned by a 60-year-old lady that same month.  Unbeknownst to me, this lady was an alcoholic with multiple psychological issues who loved to root through my personal belongings, my bills, my drawers and closet as well as help herself to my personal computer files whenever the spirit moved her.  I frequently could hear her phone conversations with friends, LYING to them about things I had said or done.  In January of '07, I knew this was getting VERY dangerous.  When I am weak, He is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has ALWAYS blessed me with very strong Christian friends that I can trust in any situation.  At my lowest, most discouraged point, my friend Jessica rescued me.  She put her foot down and said, "Val, we're getting you out of this mess NOW."  She would not have taken "no" for an answer (PRAISE THE LORD)!  I moved to Plymouth with Jessica until I could get back on my feet.  This is where it gets good: God's grace was so abundant to me during this time.  Jess refused rent, allowing me to build some savings so that I could find a place to live.  Also, a good friend of mine from work had purchased a condo during this time.  I was unaware of this.  We had discussed moving in together before, but it never looked as though it would work out.  When I am weak, He is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, at work, Ranju (my new condo-owner friend), mentioned that she heard I was looking for a roommate.  I said that I was.  She then said, "Don't look anymore.  I just bought a condo in Sterling Heights.  It's not even two miles from work.  Just move in with me."  And the angels sang!!!  In April '07, I moved in with Ranju and it has been a great experience.  She has bent over backwards to help me whenever I've needed it.  I am so thankful that God is ALWAYS at work, ESPECIALLY when we cannot see it.  At my weakest point, He was making His strongest move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May of 2007, I took another blow.  Through some spiritual events and confrontations that ocurred, I lost someone who I thought was one of my best friends.   We were never able to fully reconcile the friendship because my friend cannot see the depth of his own depravity; the bondage that sin has placed him in.  If you've ever experienced the death of a close friend or family member, then you know what this feels like.  This past summer was truly the hardest summer of my life.  I can withstand weird living situations, financial turmoil, job difficulties, etc., but when something is happening with people I am close to, that is a different story.  This just about destroyed me.  I also lost my car during this time as well, but when I am weak, He is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was where the rubber was to meet the road.  There comes a point in everyone's lives where we have to choose who we are going to be.  Are we going to live for Christ or live for self?  The cost is great and we are NEVER promised that it will be easy.  As a matter of fact, we are guaranteed that "in this world, you WILL have trouble," however, the profound promise is this: "Lo, I am with you ALWAYS.  EVEN UNTO THE END."  I am not a hamster spinning it's wheel.  Christ has always had a predetermined course for my life, continually and providentially guiding each and every step.  When I am weak, He is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decision had been made.  I was going to respond to this Biblically rather than emotionally.  The problem with emotions is that they change.  If we serve a God who is the same yesterday, today and forever, that means we serve a Lord of stability.  If we are to live as Christ, then that means that I have to be firmly grounded and stable just as He is.   When I am weak, He is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this was an awful time, one that I hope never to repeat, so much GOOD has come out of this.  I became very close with many people.  I've learned what church is; that it's one big family; that it is a global community.  A car was provided and I learned that the Lord heals all wounds and to be thankful for the scars, for in them lie the stories of His grace and mercy.  The scars are a constant reminder that HE WILL COME THROUGH UNFAILINGLY.  When I am weak, He is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here typing all of this up, I realize that this is excellent therapy!  I always wondered what I would do with a blog if I had one.  It was then brought to my attention that a blog can act as a journal; that ten years from now, when I am in the middle of new sufferings, I can look back at this and be reminded of some of the attributes of my Lord; I will be reminded to continually stand firm in Him; He will bring me through.  He is doing that even now in that He is physically healing me, He is already working on  providing a car and He is working out my finances.  I am weak, but He is strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told many people that if I get one more card that says, "You need to rest now," I plan to chuck it into the fireplace.  I am not someone who rests.  I really don't know how and I find it to be a joyless waste of time.  I have since learned that to rest ultimately means to trust.  "You need to TRUST now."  That much is true.  If I get another card that says that, it will not make it's acquaintance with the fireplace.  It will be placed in a scrapbook for future reflection; a reminder that when I am weak, He is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Jesus Loves Me / Clair De Lune" - Dino Kartsonakis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NnoR5xDGANM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NnoR5xDGANM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-5569277625970390969?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5569277625970390969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=5569277625970390969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/5569277625970390969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/5569277625970390969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-am-weak-he-is-strong.html' title='WHEN I AM WEAK, HE IS STRONG...'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-3809193379823590415</id><published>2008-03-10T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:42:45.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Be careful not to forget the things you have seen God do for you.  Keep reminding yourself &amp; tell your children and grandchildren, too."  Deut. 4:9</title><content type='html'>I have spent most of the day at home, recuperating from my cameo appearance at church yesterday (please not that this is totally tongue-in-cheek)!  I had planned to catch up with Art &amp;amp; Spanky this morning, but did not realize that Mom doesn't return to work until tomorrow.  My mouth has been watering all day at the idea of my 10% discounted cinnabon.  Art &amp;amp; Spanky will be at the mall tomorrow and so will I (cinnabon in hand)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very sleepy today!  I guess the weekend took more out of me than I thought it would.  Generally, on lazy, sleepy days, I like to curl up with a good book.  I did just such a thing today with Jan Karon's "Home to Holly Springs".  I kept coming back to particular quote that I fell in love with in this book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let us be as grateful for crumbs as we are for banquets." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9W_yGsYlRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6T2MaxJdd4Y/s1600-h/crumbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 242px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9W_yGsYlRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6T2MaxJdd4Y/s400/crumbs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176254214243390738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My parents have had a particularly rough year financially.  I have watched them struggle week after week, month after month to purchase groceries, make mortgage payments, continue on with my brother's tuition, etc.  The list is endless and the bills keep piling up.  Necessity has forced us to be grateful for the little things.  The problem with calling them "the little things" is that it detracts from the greatness of God's provision.   If you've followed this blog at all, you'll remember that I recently reference the following song lyrics, "Little is much when God is in it."   That is nothing  that should fall under the label of "little things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has continually met every need.  He has never once failed or "forgotten" to supply dinner or electricity or gas.  The water has never been shut off and the lights are always on.  My parents have been just as grateful for PB &amp;amp; J as they would be for fillet mignon.  It would be very easy, in a few years, to forget this time because it is unpleasant.  However, you cannot know true joy if you never experience hardship.  You cannot experience freedom if you've never endured bondage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had the privilege of going to lunch with some of my favorite people in the world.  One such person shared the story of his nephew who is a parapalegic due to a car accident that took place twelve years ago.  Spiritually, this nephew is stronger and was heard to say, "I prefer myself now to the way that I was," meaning that God used this tragedy for His glory, thus changing this person's life.  Of course we could look at this situation and lament at the sadness of the physical changes in this person's life.  However, God changed him SPIRITUALLY; drew him closer to Himself.  It is never a problem to be physically weak if you are spiritually strong.  Each time we draw closer to our Savior, we gain another drop in our already overflowing cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be careful not to forget the things you have seen God do for you.  Keep reminding yourself &amp;amp; tell your children and grandchildren, too,"  Deuteronomy 4:9.  Take pride in what your Savior does for you!  Do not cast aside struggles nor forget hardships for in doing so, we lose the joy of sharing God's grace with generations to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Future Generations"&lt;br /&gt;- Four Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m1KBHDlToGU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m1KBHDlToGU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-3809193379823590415?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3809193379823590415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=3809193379823590415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3809193379823590415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3809193379823590415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/be-careful-not-to-forget-things-you.html' title='&quot;Be careful not to forget the things you have seen God do for you.  Keep reminding yourself &amp; tell your children and grandchildren, too.&quot;  Deut. 4:9'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9W_yGsYlRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6T2MaxJdd4Y/s72-c/crumbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-3691498350041054544</id><published>2008-03-09T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:16:30.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>O HAPPY DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9SuF2sYlLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kxveNgdxp9U/s1600-h/joy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 115px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9SuF2sYlLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kxveNgdxp9U/s400/joy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175953287359796402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have attempted to have "The Hallelujah Chorus" serenading readers in the background so that the full effect of my joy might be better conveyed.  No such luck, so you will have to hum jubilantly to yourself as you read this!  I hope, for the sake of your spouse (or dog), that you are not tone deaf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one VERY HAPPY woman in that I was able to visit my church today for the first time since February 3rd.  That might not seem like a long time to you, but it is a VERY LONG time to me!  It's a month, for Pete's sake!  That's enough to push me to the brink of total insanity!  Some would argue that I'm already there as it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been amazed that some have offered to pick me up from my place of recuperation in order that I might enjoy such a day as this one.  It is a long drive, especially in snowy weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such brave soul determined to press on yesterday amidst the flurries, ice and insanity that are so familiar to our Detroit freeways.  I honestly did not expect her to do this for me, but she did!  Her bravery allowed me to catch up with FAMILY, enjoy the message presented by my pastor (IN PERSON) and spend time getting to know some new family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9SwE2sYlNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vTy5jq1iNsg/s1600-h/joy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9SwE2sYlNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vTy5jq1iNsg/s400/joy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175955469203182802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often run across people who do not know the true meaning of the word "church".  Most would describe a church as a building or architectural structure used for worship, religious activities or spiritual rejuvenation.  However, we, as Christ's followers, are described as being church; as ONE in the sense that we are His body; we collectively embrace Him and His sacrifice for us with the purpose of working together as Kingdom builders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=52&amp;amp;chapter=7&amp;amp;verse=4&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Romans 7:4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "So, my brothers, you also died to the law through the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; of Christ, that you might belong to another, to Him who was raised  from the dead, in order that we might bear fruit to God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We actually BELONG.  We have a place of purpose that is eternal.  We have a Father for the orphaned, siblings for "only" children, support for widows; the list goes on.  We have been raised from death and brought into life in order that we might each, individually function as part of one whole; inspiring change; making each other stronger than before thus glorifying Christ!  There is  such theology packed into this one tiny verse. This is a statement, that is God-inspired, God-breathed telling me that I can no longer be my own island because I belong to others!  At the same time, I have a great responsibility to bear fruit so that I don't spoil the other apples, so to speak.  That's a tall order, but not an impossible one.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=52&amp;amp;chapter=12&amp;amp;verse=4&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Romans 12:4-5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just as each of us has one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; with many members, and these members do not al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;l have the same function &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so in Christ we who are many form one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, and each member belongs to all the others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There is no greater gift then that of a strong sense of belonging; a place to call home.  I cannot be all that Christ wants me to be by myself.  We as believers cannot and were not &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9S3H2sYlOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rO_QFJRpeAU/s1600-h/joy+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9S3H2sYlOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rO_QFJRpeAU/s400/joy+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175963217324184802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;made to thrive alone!  We would whither away and die without companionship.  When Jesus died for me, He brought me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Donne, a 16th century author and believer, wrote, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated...As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come: so this bell calls us all: but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness....NO MAN IS AN ISLAND, entire of itself...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;l tolls; it tolls for thee." (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, Meditation XVII&lt;/em&gt;).  We each are ONE chapter, of ONE book, composed by ONE Author.  Christ's blood has made us ONE.  As one candle is snuffed out, a torch burns all the brighter in its stead.  We have the privilege of continuing the legacy of the One Who died for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I can go home to those who will work with me to further His kingdom, holding me accountable, helping me to be all that He wants me to be, continuing His legacy,  is truly a remarkable gift.  Hebrews 10:25, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another—and all the more as you see the Day appro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;aching."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love this: "as you see the Day approaching."  CHRIST IS COMING!  We often have the mindset that this is a long way off; that He will not return in our lifetime.  The truth is this:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But of that day and hour, knoweth no man, no, not the angels of Heaven, but My Father only,"&lt;/span&gt; Matthew 24:36.  It could happen tonight in my sleep.  Only the Father knows.  How much time do I waste missing the big picture?  We need to be IN the body, not OF it!  There are plenty of bench warmers and pew peddlers, but not nearly enough grapes!  Today was a strong reminder of the importance of being with the people of God.  My longing was satisfied and the emptiness was filled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in life goes back to the cross.  A remarkable lady will be crashing in her bed at home this evening from her busy weekend of chauffering; her display of love for me simply because her eyes are on the cross...continuing His legacy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I tell you the truth, whatever you did&lt;br /&gt;for one of the least of these brothers of mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you did for Me."&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 25:40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=47&amp;amp;chapter=25&amp;amp;verse=40&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;O Happy Day, indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9S7cGsYlQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ybQ_YUWltQU/s1600-h/joy+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9S7cGsYlQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ybQ_YUWltQU/s400/joy+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175967963263046914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-3691498350041054544?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3691498350041054544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=3691498350041054544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3691498350041054544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3691498350041054544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-happy-day.html' title='O HAPPY DAY!!!'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9SuF2sYlLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kxveNgdxp9U/s72-c/joy+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-6224721688773955521</id><published>2008-03-07T20:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:06:51.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>Simmer Down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9ItO2sYlKI/AAAAAAAAANw/yXM_INT1XV8/s1600-h/teapot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 116px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9ItO2sYlKI/AAAAAAAAANw/yXM_INT1XV8/s400/teapot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175248655025214626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't blogged in a while because I've simply lost my focus!  Today provided me with many opportunities to regain that focus.  I have deemed this my "reset" day; my "reset" button has officially been pushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I would spend the day at Briarwood Mall in Ann Arbor today.  My mom works there and I thought I would kill time from 9:30 a.m. - 4:00 p.m. (her shift period).  This was much more appealing than another day on the couch with Paula Deen...  If I never see a stick of butter again, it will be too soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving at the mall, I discovered what I have termed "The Ann Arbor Geriatric Mall Walkers Society".  Let me explain.  Evidently, there is a large group of senior citizens that meet at the mall each morning to walk.  This has become quite the social outing when muddling through the Winter hum-drums.  These feisty seniors then proceed to dine at such fine places as Cinnabon, California Pizza Kitchen and Arby's, to name a few, after they've completed the morning exercise program.  They do this faithfully EVERY DAY.  They actually look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like fresh meat upon completing my first lap around the mall.  Everyone was eying me; placing bets on whether I had a knee or an ankle surgery; running a pool as to what my age bracket is; casting lots as to what they thought my line of work would be and exchanging ideas as to the nature of my injury.  Finally, after much speculation and verbal contemplation, two brave souls by the names of Art and Spanky (no, I'm not kidding) dared approach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you get hit by a truck?" asked Spanky, who has apparently been married to Art for 60+ years and enjoys spending her children's inheritance at Macy's on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, yes, I did as a matter of fact!"  I laughingly replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to share the story of my car accident and the results thereafter with Art and Spanky (whose legal name is Martha Constance Wellston-Morrone...if memory serves...).  More and more of the faithful crew gathered around as I continued on.  Art, appreciating a captive audience, continued the conversation by informing me as to where I could find a good "jon".  He was very adamant that I should avoid the bathroom at JC Penny's because "you never have toilet paper when you need it" and "if you need a good 'jon' and you're really in a pinch, head straight to Macy's.  They're always fully stocked and tidy."  Well, considering my predicament, I'm sure you can understand why I found this to be very valuable information.  Art was very concerned that I would "roll" my legs off (on my scooter, I presume) in hot pursuit of a good "jon".  Thank you, Art.  I owe you, buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art and Spanky took great pride in introducing me to the rest of the gang.  Harold had hip replacement in '94.  Thelma had bilateral knee replacements in '06.  Bert is contemplating hip replacement and Georgia had her left hip replaced in '04, but would like it back.  That about sums up the competition of replaced joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my third lap around the mall with the geriatric gang, Bert asked if I was planning to come back tomorrow.  I had to laugh at this!  I then proceeded to inform Bert that I am roughly 30 years old and that I don't plan on making that big of a commitment at this point in time.  I also explained that I live in Sterling Heights and am on temporary sabbatical as I recover.  The gang expressed great angst at this as they enjoy having a youngster as part of their group.  They tried to persuade me to come back by offering to purchase me a cinnabon using their senior discount.  Well, who am I to turn down that sort of an offer?  I, Art, Spanky, Bert, Thelma, Georgia, Harold and gang have a date for next Monday at 9:30 a.m., same time, same place.  Years of experience has taught these folks to recognize a sucker when they see one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for the "meat and potatoes" portion of my story.  I ended the day by attending a ladies evening with my mom hosted by her church.  I wasn't sure what to expect, but thought I'd go for the heck of it.  I knew it had to be better than another date with Paula Deen and the couch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the evening very much.  We had pedicures, manicures, massages, a fondue pot and all the PMS food a girl could ever want.  It was fantastic!  Being an old Baptist church, deeply routed in tradition, we, of course, had a devotional time.  I was warned about this in advance; that it would be short and lame.  I found myself surprised and challenged at what I heard.  I can't believe the Lord used this time to speak so clearly and directly to my heart.  It's like a huge light bulb went off in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"fearfully and wonderfully" &lt;/span&gt;made brain (and I do mean fearfully...); as though I were struck over the head with a two by four.  It was time to simmer down and pay attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have complained, and whined, and cried, and complained some more about being "laid up" to the extent that I've frequently found myself missing the big picture.  I've wanted simply to be taken away from my circumstances and placed right back into my usual swing-of-things routine.  When we long to be taken away, we are longing for a respite from our circumstances -- a break from the NOW.  Everyone keeps telling me that I need to rest.  From what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Rest in the Lord and wait patiently for Him..."  Psalm 37:7.  "Be still and KNOW that I am God." Psalm 46:10.&lt;/span&gt;  Duh!!!  Rest equals TRUST!  I am not TRUSTING in my Savior!  I am relying on ME, MY idea of WHAT I should be doing, WHEN I should be doing it and WHY I am doing it!  Noticing a pattern?  The biggest struggle that we as believers face in our spiritual journey is our THOUGHT PROCESS.  We spend way too much time thinking about the three amigos: ME, I and US.  That is a horrible way to live!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  "For me to live is Christ and to die is gain", "take up your cross and follow ME"&lt;/span&gt; - My life is HIS, it is not my own!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't you know that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which you have of God?  You are NOT your own!  You were bought with a PRICE!  Therefore, glorify God in your body and in your spirit WHICH ARE GOD'S!" I Corinthians 6:19-20&lt;/span&gt;.  Ouch!  The two by four is still going strong...  That being said, here's what I SHOULD be doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. - REST (OR TRUST) IN GOD'S PLAN OF SALVATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hebrews 4:10 - "For he that enters into his rest has ceased from his own works as God did from His."&lt;/span&gt;  God warns us repeatedly about hardening our hearts against His plan of humbling ourselves and accepting His plan of salvation through faith in Jesus.  When we accept Him, even though we are entering into life, we are also entering into REST or TRUST.  Because our salvation is not earned, it's a simple matter of trusting or resting in His plan for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. - REST / TRUST IN GOD'S UNFAILING LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I John 4:16-19, "And so we know and rely on the love God has for us.  God is love.  Whoever lives in love lives in God and God in him.  In this way, love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment because in this world we are like Him.  There is NO FEAR in love.  But perfect love DRIVES OUT fear, because fear has to do with punishment.  The one who fears is not made perfect in love.  We love because HE FIRST LOVED US!"  &lt;/span&gt;Perfect love is that which has no thought for my agenda, but full focus and concentration on unwaveringly and fearlessly RESTING through TRUSTING my Savior to be faithful to all that He has promised.  Song of Solomon 2:4, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"His banner over me is love!"  Psalm 31:7, "I will be glad and rejoice in Your love, for YOU SAW MY AFFLICTION and KNEW THE ANGUISH OF MY SOUL."  Psalm 36:5, "Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens, Your faithfulness to the skies."  &lt;/span&gt;Forgive me, Father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. - REST / TRUST IN HIS CARE AND PROVISION FOR YOUR LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;The Bible speaks about how I need to surrender my anxieties and worries to Christ.  He wants me to lay those burdens at His feet.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Matthew 11:28-30, "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened (or heavy laden - KJV), and I WILL GIVE YOU REST.  Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart and YOU WILL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS.  For My yoke is easy and my burden is light."  Matthew 6:25-34, "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear.  Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes?  Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not much more valuable than they?  Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?  And why do you worry about clothes?  See how the lilies of the field grow?  They do not labor or spin.  Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.  If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?  So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?'  or 'What shall we wear?'  For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.  But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.  therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of its own."  Philippians 4:19, "But my God shall supply ALL YOUR NEEDS according to HIS riches in glory."&lt;/span&gt;  All of my thoughts and my intentions are simply a waste of time unless they are those of Christ's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. - REST / TRUST IN CHRIST THROUGH OTHER SAINTS' COURAGE TO INSPIRE AND MOTIVATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hebrews 11:32-39, "And what more shall I say?  I do now have time to tell about Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, David, Samuel and the prophets, who through faith conquered kingdoms, administered justice, and gained what was promised; who shut the mouths of lions, quenched the fury of the flames, and escaped the edge of the sword; whose weakness was turned to strength; and who became powerful in battle and routed foreign armies.  Women received back their dead, raised to life again.  Others were tortured and refused to be released, so that they might gain a better resurrection.  Some faced jeers and flogging, while still others were chained and put in prison.  They were stoned; they were sawed in two; they were put to death by the sword.  They went about in sheepskins and goatskins, destitute, persecuted and mistreated -- the worlds was not worthy of them.  They wandered in deserts and mountains, and in caves and holes in the ground.  These were all commended for their faith, yet none of them received what had been promised.  God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would the be made perfect."&lt;/span&gt;  These people were the original grapes!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hebrews 12:1-2, "Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.  Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the Author and PERFECTER of our faith, who for the JOY set before Him ENDURED THE CROSS, scorning its shame and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.  CONSIDER HIM who endured such opposition from sinful men, SO THAT YOU WILL NOT GROW WEARY AND LOSE HEART."&lt;/span&gt;  Because others have gone before me, I can withstand today and learn to trust God's grace.  I am only called to draw from the grace He extends to me TODAY, WORRY-FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will waste no more time.  Monday morning at 9:30 a.m., I will eat my cinnabon with Art and Spanky and gang, and we will talk about the only thing that matters - JESUS CHRIST.  How will they know if I do not tell them?  If I want to be a grape, this is where the rubber meets the road - time to simmer down and straighten up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When the Saints" - Sara Groves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YY2EYFnuF68&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YY2EYFnuF68&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-6224721688773955521?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6224721688773955521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=6224721688773955521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6224721688773955521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6224721688773955521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/simmer-down.html' title='Simmer Down...'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R9ItO2sYlKI/AAAAAAAAANw/yXM_INT1XV8/s72-c/teapot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-5438681097260108593</id><published>2008-03-01T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:16:58.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter - The Best Medicine'/><title type='text'>Somewhere in southern California is a naked porcupine looking for his quills...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A Pit bull decided he would battle a porcupine in back of his house in Southern California. But being both brave and STUPID, he ultimately learned the hard way that he can't always win... No matter how tough you are. A vet sedated the dog, and then removed a total of 1,347 quills. The dog survived, and hopefully learned a valuable lesson.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8mjSPOfITI/AAAAAAAAANo/2J-_mQc4zAw/s1600-h/pit+bull+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172845180731990322" style="" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8mjSPOfITI/AAAAAAAAANo/2J-_mQc4zAw/s320/pit+bull+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8mjRfOfISI/AAAAAAAAANg/6X71SWLJoUA/s1600-h/pit+bull+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172845167847088418" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8mjRfOfISI/AAAAAAAAANg/6X71SWLJoUA/s320/pit+bull+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Now tell me you had a bad day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-5438681097260108593?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5438681097260108593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=5438681097260108593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/5438681097260108593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/5438681097260108593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/somewhere-in-southern-california-is.html' title='Somewhere in southern California is a naked porcupine looking for his quills...'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8mjSPOfITI/AAAAAAAAANo/2J-_mQc4zAw/s72-c/pit+bull+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-5696073609084783382</id><published>2008-03-01T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T10:34:01.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter - The Best Medicine'/><title type='text'>Do You Love Your Mama?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e8b10a1c5f9614cd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De8b10a1c5f9614cd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890769%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51F162C78F7A9EADFB91ECEF5D1B4E3F69543E90.5DDC967577CF9197BC73B64140D9DEE44195E63A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8b10a1c5f9614cd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdRjelXVLbJGT_UHm2fM7C7R1gB0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De8b10a1c5f9614cd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890769%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51F162C78F7A9EADFB91ECEF5D1B4E3F69543E90.5DDC967577CF9197BC73B64140D9DEE44195E63A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8b10a1c5f9614cd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdRjelXVLbJGT_UHm2fM7C7R1gB0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is something that any dog lover will appreciate!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-5696073609084783382?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e8b10a1c5f9614cd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5696073609084783382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=5696073609084783382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/5696073609084783382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/5696073609084783382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-love-your-mama.html' title='Do You Love Your Mama?'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-1030814067173580380</id><published>2008-02-29T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:17:46.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>The Old Man &amp; The Dog by Catherine Moore</title><content type='html'>"Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?" Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in  the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle. "I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving." My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt. Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him? Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon. He had enjoyed being  outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered  grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess. The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man. Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep  blood and oxygen flowing. At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived.  But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone. My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust. Within a  week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He  criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out  on Dick. We began to bicker and argue. Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the  close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind. But the months wore on  and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered. In vain. Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article." I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.  I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs They all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons. Too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed. Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.  I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?" The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement.  "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was  two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.  As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. "You mean you're going to kill him?"  "Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."  I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said.  I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house  I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front  porch.  "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!" I said excitedly.  Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that  bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the  house.  Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into  my temples.  "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!" Dad ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed an d blazing with hate.  We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of  him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw.  Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.  It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne. Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent  long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams,  angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet.  Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad's  bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to  feel Cheyenne's cold n ose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our  bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed,  his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.  Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying  dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I  buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.  The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers."  "I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.  For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article.  Cheyenne's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. . .his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . .and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my  prayers after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is too short for drama &amp;amp; petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live While You Are Alive. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgive now those who made you cry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might not get a second time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-1030814067173580380?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1030814067173580380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=1030814067173580380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/1030814067173580380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/1030814067173580380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/old-man-dog-by-catherine-moore.html' title='The Old Man &amp; The Dog by Catherine Moore'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-4045000502585905280</id><published>2008-02-29T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:11:38.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>Jehovah Jireh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8ip1_OfIII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Q5HNQGDnQ-s/s1600-h/car+1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172570917005369474" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8ip1_OfIII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Q5HNQGDnQ-s/s400/car+1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I have been thinking a lot about my car (yes, the one I crashed)! I have mixed feelings about transportation in general right now. I wonder if I will be apprehensive about getting back behind the wheel when my time comes. I wonder what sort of a wheel I will be getting behind. I also wonder about the method God will used to provide me with a new vehicle. I find myself sort of "morning" the loss of my last car. I was really attached to it not because it was an exceptional vehicle asthetically speaking, but because it was exceptional to me in that it was a con&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8iqNvOfIKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zIKkeQ3q-tI/s1600-h/car+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172571325027262626" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8iqNvOfIKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zIKkeQ3q-tI/s320/car+2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stant reminder of God's continual provision in my life. I have had the incredible opportunity of sharing with people that God does, indeed, provide. My last car was given to me by some people who've shown repeated compassion for me in the last couple of years (thus, the attachment). I found myself in a position just this past August where I needed a vehicle. I currently own a Chrysler 300M that does not run due to a blown engine. I remember the day this happened; the feeling of complete helplessness and depression and not knowing how I would get to work and back or how I would get to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8iqX_OfILI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hM6h0DcmoeE/s1600-h/car+3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172571501120921778" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8iqX_OfILI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hM6h0DcmoeE/s320/car+3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning, I contacted one of my pastors and asked him to pray about a new vehicle for me. During that very same conversation, he told me that he had a vehicle that he would GIVE to me. This was the same vehicle that I crashed a couple of weeks ago. I was so amazed at the way God chose to provide and have always been attached to that car because of the constant reminder that He is Jehovah Jireh, my Provider. I'm sure people get very tired of hearing me say that there is a difference between BELIEVING and KNOWING. Because of that experience, I KNOW that God will continue to provide for me. I am even a little excited to see what He will do in making such a provision. I have begun to pray about this and am asking others to pray as well. If my life could be a constant testimony of God's provision and protection, I would be very happy to have such a testimony. I realize the earthly cost, but if you think about it, cars are just "stuff". I think maybe we often get so attached to our material possessions, that we forget to become attached to the very character of our Lord, thus becoming more attached to Him. I could not have had the opportunities I've experienced without Christ stepping in to take from me the very possessions He's loaned me to begin with. I would not have had the opportunities to better know Him and to experience the peace and security He so freely extends to me. I have to remind myself frequently that everything I have is His to begin with. What difference does it make if He takes it back? In addition, what difference does it make whether or not my future vehicle is nice looking or not? It really doesn't matter. I think I would prefer the opportunity to drive a "conversation piece" resulting in sharing the testimony of God's provision in my life repeatedly rather than owning a fully loaded, top-of-the-line, 2nd-mortgage classic that gives no cause for such explanation. Maybe this is part of becoming a grape!?!!!? &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8iq8POfIMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZsdXyM8MmjM/s1600-h/car+4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172572123891179714" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8iq8POfIMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZsdXyM8MmjM/s320/car+4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AgU8re8b8aA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AgU8re8b8aA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172574799655805138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8itX_OfINI/AAAAAAAAAM4/I-6kr2ldYHA/s320/lamb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-4045000502585905280?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4045000502585905280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=4045000502585905280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/4045000502585905280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/4045000502585905280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/jehovah-jireh.html' title='Jehovah Jireh'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8ip1_OfIII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Q5HNQGDnQ-s/s72-c/car+1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-7966873325247821455</id><published>2008-02-28T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T06:41:34.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>The "Peter" Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8a6tbRYaYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KXh-bVMj1-g/s1600-h/white+chocolate+molten+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172026511659133314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8a6tbRYaYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KXh-bVMj1-g/s400/white+chocolate+molten+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night I went to dinner with a good friend of mine. It was great to get out of the house for a while and we had a good time! We ended up going to Chili's for dinner, where I discovered the new love of my life: THE WHITE CHOCOLATE MOLTEN CAKE!!! This is a piece of Heaven on earth. This cake has melted white chocolate drizzled all over it with raspberry sauce drizzled on top of that. The giant scoop of ice cream that you see on top of the cake is engulfed in a hard, white chocolate shell. When you bite into the cake, warm, white chocolate comes spilling out of it... This was definitely worth the trip! I also received questions from people going in and out of the restaraunt about my scooter and ankle! One guy asked if I'd had a skiing accident. I was very tempted to answer, "yes", but I was a good girl and told the truth... A skiing accident sounds so much more exciting than running into a truck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I am going to go get my hair "shaped"! I've had quite a few inches cut off, but I need to add in some layers and possibly some highlights. Last night, I got online to look at some different hairstyles. I found a free program that allowed me to scan a picture of myself into the computer and then "try on" different hairstyles. I now know what I'd look like with Cher's hairstyle... My mom and I found ourselves in tears because we were laughing so hard at the "extreme makeover" I was able to give myself online.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am learning to take each day as it comes, one step at a time. So far, I've enjoyed the time with my family and things haven't been as boring or as painful as I had originally expected them to be. When I look at the big picture and recognize that I have a minimum of three more months of this to go, then I start to get overwhelmed and depressed; my "Peter" experience kicks in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;When the disciples saw him walking on the lake, they were terrified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"It's a ghost," they said, and cried out in fear.&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus immediately said to them: "Take courage! It is I. Don't be afraid."&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, if it's you," Peter replied, "tell me to come to you on the water."&lt;br /&gt;"Come," he said.&lt;br /&gt;Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, "Lord, save me!"&lt;br /&gt;Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. "You of little faith," he said, "why did you doubt?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;-- Matthew 14:26-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (NIV)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me of little faith... Each time I begin to waiver or doubt, I begin to sink just as Peter did. How grateful I am that the Lord's mercy and grace are not contingent upon the level or strength of my faith! I would be in trouble EVERY time. Instead, He gives me opportunity after opportunity to resume that steady pace with Him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How deep the Father's love for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How vast beyond all measure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That He should give His only Son,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And make a wretch His treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How great the pain of searing loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Father turns His face away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As wounds which mar the Chosen One,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bring many sons to glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Behold the man upon the cross,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My sin upon His shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Call out among the scoffers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It was my sin that held Him there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Until it was accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;His dying breath has brought me life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know that it is finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I will not boast in anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No gifts, no power, no wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But I will boast in Jesus Christ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;His death and resurrection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why should I gain from His reward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I cannot give an answer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But this I know with all my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;His wounds have paid my ransom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why should I gain from His reward? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I cannot give an answer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But this I know with all my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;His wounds have paid my ransom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-- P, C &amp;amp; D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-7966873325247821455?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7966873325247821455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=7966873325247821455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/7966873325247821455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/7966873325247821455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/peter-experience.html' title='The &quot;Peter&quot; Experience'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8a6tbRYaYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KXh-bVMj1-g/s72-c/white+chocolate+molten+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-6508790156909597218</id><published>2008-02-27T08:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T09:56:24.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>Perfect Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8WMsbRYaOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/x3oPN8hMEMU/s1600-h/heart+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171694441967675618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8WMsbRYaOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/x3oPN8hMEMU/s320/heart+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Love is friendship set on fire."&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Taylor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8WM27RYaPI/AAAAAAAAALA/pQieP0W0Urk/s1600-h/flower+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171694622356302066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8WM27RYaPI/AAAAAAAAALA/pQieP0W0Urk/s320/flower+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you judge people, you have no time to love them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elizabeth Bowen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8WNE7RYaQI/AAAAAAAAALI/XGGmpFTd5zU/s1600-h/heart+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171694862874470658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8WNE7RYaQI/AAAAAAAAALI/XGGmpFTd5zU/s320/heart+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mozart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he who loves finds the door open."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rabrindranath Tagore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you love something, set it free; if it comes backs it's yours, if it doesn't, it never was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Richard Bach &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8WNlbRYaSI/AAAAAAAAALY/UqQY60qx0DU/s1600-h/heart+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171695421220219170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8WNlbRYaSI/AAAAAAAAALY/UqQY60qx0DU/s320/heart+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love: Two minds without a single thought." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Philip Barry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unknown &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Age does not protect you from love, but love to some extent protects you from age." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeanne Moreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8WO17RYaVI/AAAAAAAAALw/yt_CW8LeDAw/s1600-h/heart+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171696804199688530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8WO17RYaVI/AAAAAAAAALw/yt_CW8LeDAw/s320/heart+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bill Wilson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anonymous &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8WP07RYaWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Zi9eV0Ty7t8/s1600-h/flower+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171697886531447138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8WP07RYaWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Zi9eV0Ty7t8/s320/flower+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking what I'm thinking? You've got to be kidding me! This isn't what REAL, PERFECT love is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the joy of getting a phone call from a good friend of mine yesterday. She called to encourage me and to let me know that she is praying for a speedy recovery. Throughout the course of the conversation, she mentioned that she'd recently returned from a Women's Retreat sponsored by our church. During the retreat, the ladies studied I John 4, which describes perfect love. My friend encouraged me to take a look at the passage, which I did! This is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him. In this way, love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment, because in this world we are like him. There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I John 4:16b-18)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In a nutshell, perfect love is fearless, it takes risks without concern for consequences in full recognition that our security is in Christ. One particular thought pattern that I initially struggled with during the beginning of my recovery process was the idea that I might be replaced or forgotten about around church! Pretty selfish, right? I love spending time working on church projects, putting together luncheons, working on children's ministry tasks, etc. Although I no longer see this as a legitimate concern, it was initially a FEAR nonetheless. Without Christ's perfect love, we can be nothing more than selfish. When we cast aside the fear of being replaced, of losing whatever position we feel we hold, or being overlooked in general, it gives God the opportunity to do His work. In pushing myself to "grow up" spiritually, I've been amazed at what He is accomplishing. People are coming out of the woodwork, EXCITED about the different opportunities to serve and work together to further the kingdom; casting aside fear and apprehension and exercising that perfect love. If I'm "replaced", SO WHAT!?!!! I can't imagine what I was afraid of! This is going to be so much better in that Christ is raising up more workers; more harvesters for His crops! How much more can we accomplish when we push our own fears and apprehension aside in order to allow His perfect love to go to work in our hearts and lives? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Late this morning, I received a call from the Children's Ministries director at the church I attend. We discussed at length just how much God seems to be at work in the little things. I then started to think about how true it is that it only takes a spark to get a fire going. It feels as though EVERYONE is on fire! So many people are stepping up to the plate in different ministries at church to work together; to encourage and lift one another up to fulfill our ultimate goal of building the kingdom! Some of these people might not have considered doing this in the past. They are finally utilizing His perfect love. The ironic part of this is that it's actually been very nice to be able to take some time out in order to watch people grow and blossom from a distance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In the harvest field now ripened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's a work for all to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hark, the voice of God is calling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To the harvest calling you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Little is much when God is in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Labor not for wealth or fame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's a crown and you can win it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you go in Jesus' name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Does the place you're called to labor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seem so small and little known?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It is great if God is in it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And He'll not forget His own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the conflict here is ended,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And our race on earth is run,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He will say, if we are faithful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Welcome home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My child, well done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Kittie J. Suffield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Little Is Much When God Is In It"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171707047696689522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8WYKLRYaXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/88W9iy-KP84/s400/cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERFECT LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-6508790156909597218?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6508790156909597218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=6508790156909597218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6508790156909597218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6508790156909597218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/perfect-love.html' title='Perfect Love'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8WMsbRYaOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/x3oPN8hMEMU/s72-c/heart+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-8346031792056716025</id><published>2008-02-26T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:34:04.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>How Great Is Our God!</title><content type='html'>I was thinking today that Ralph Waldo Emerson ALMOST got it right when he wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What lies behind us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what lies ahead of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are small matters compared to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what lies within us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If Ralph had any ambition at all, he would've written:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What lies behind us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what lies ahead of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are small matters compared to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHO LIVES WITHIN US."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today has been a day of changed plans and a little physical discomfort. Initially, I had planned to get out of the house with a friend and then go to dinner this evening with another friend. Michigan weather being what it is, the plans were cancelled! I woke up to big, puffy, white snowflakes and about 5 inches of accumulated snowfall since early this morning. It has been snowing off and on today and we have a snow advisory in effect until 7 p.m. this evening. I didn't think it would be a good idea to be out and about in inclement weather, thus increasing my chances to break my other ankle! I expected to be more disappointed at the change in plans, but found myself to be pretty content with the new direction my day had taken on. I'm finding it easier to be "okay" with things, recognizing that this is a temporary situation and that there will always be other opportunities down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started experiencing muscle spasms again late this morning. This also made me glad that I'd cancelled my initial plans. The muscle spasms don't necessarily hurt, but they are really uncomfortable and difficult to get under control. I've also been having neck pain and discomfort intermittently. I think this is due to a combination of bruising from the car accident as well as having to use mostly upper body strength to transport myself around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still pretty content to be at home, all things considered, but found myself starting to become a little discouraged. Odd how things can change quickly when you ask the Lord for help! Shortly after such a request had been made, my sister called. She has an odd (and sometimes twisted) sense of humor. She is unusual and unique, and somewhat undescribable. She's just very much her own entity in that I don't think anyone will every meet anyone like her. She's not replicable by any means. She has a very dry, quick sense of humor. This, in combination with some other factors, helped to steer my mood into a new, healthier direction. I also found out today that many people are reading my blog religiously. This surprised me a little and I thought I'd better step things up a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major contributing factor to my mood change arrived via a card from two of my favorite people. You know how some people always seem to know what to say or how to say it? These people are very much that way! The card they sent, is by far, the most meaningful card I've ever received. The front of the card says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"There are greater things than you can imagine ahead of you -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;and there's a great God walking beside you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Upon openning the card, I heard Chris Tomlin singing: "How great is our God..." The interior of the card reads, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"I know His purpose is at work within you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;as He's guiding your life with wisdom and love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ephesians 3:20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; says,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; " God can do anything, you know -- far more than you could ever imagine, guess or request in your wildest dreams!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (The Message)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I e-mailed my friends who sent me the card and expressed that God ALWAYS knows what we need EXACTLY when we need it. It may not FEEL like He's at work. I may not FEEL that He's guiding my life, but He always is. He isn't a feeling. He is an all powerful, infinite being and for me to proclaim Him as otherwise mars His very character. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spiritual food is often like Coldstone ice cream on a hot day - it cools you down and hits the spot! (Except that it's nutritional value is much greater! Maybe not the best analogy???) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are many things to look forward to. God has made it clear over and over again that He is at work. He's answered huge prayers just in the short time I've spent recovering. Hope is unwaivering faith in the promise that the Best is yet to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"How Great Is Our God" - Chris Tomlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ud0kaWLHEd4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ud0kaWLHEd4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-8346031792056716025?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8346031792056716025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=8346031792056716025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/8346031792056716025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/8346031792056716025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-great-is-our-god.html' title='How Great Is Our God!'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-6896518207134256135</id><published>2008-02-26T05:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T06:32:56.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: This post is not for the faint of heart...</title><content type='html'>If you have a tendancy to become squeemish for any reason, I would advise that you not view these pictures! I got a little board last night and decided to play photographer using my feet as my subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8QhkrRYaMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8DnojBrXgkc/s1600-h/footn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171295186102806722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8QhkrRYaMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8DnojBrXgkc/s320/footn3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8Qg9rRYaII/AAAAAAAAAKI/pDl7hMaOClI/s1600-h/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171294516087908482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8Qg9rRYaII/AAAAAAAAAKI/pDl7hMaOClI/s320/feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I think the side-by-side comparison is my personal favorite. My toes look like cocktail weenies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8QhQbRYaLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BcJWNBfzHEA/s1600-h/foot+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171294838210455730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8QhQbRYaLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BcJWNBfzHEA/s320/foot+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8Qhk7RYaNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d76_yDmpKKs/s1600-h/ankle+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171295190397774034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8Qhk7RYaNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d76_yDmpKKs/s320/ankle+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8QhQLRYaJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-QK3G-MRLXA/s1600-h/foot+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171294833915488402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8QhQLRYaJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-QK3G-MRLXA/s320/foot+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8QhQbRYaKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/fvsfhU2o2N0/s1600-h/foot+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171294838210455714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8QhQbRYaKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/fvsfhU2o2N0/s320/foot+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enough of this.  I'm starting to gross myself out...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-6896518207134256135?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6896518207134256135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=6896518207134256135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6896518207134256135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/6896518207134256135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/warning-this-post-is-not-for-faint-of.html' title='WARNING: This post is not for the faint of heart...'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8QhkrRYaMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8DnojBrXgkc/s72-c/footn3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-3152313133262236158</id><published>2008-02-24T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T12:42:39.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sunday!</title><content type='html'>Today I attended my parents' church. This was a pleasant, yet depressing experience. I really missed my own church today and wished that I could be there, but people at Mom &amp;amp; Dad's church were very friendly. I had several people express to me that they are praying for me and one lady who stated that she would like to visit me. I've also received cards from some of these people, so it was nice to be able to put a few faces with some names. I heard my dad preach for the first time in a few years today as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it interesting that my brother walked into the sanctuary accompanied by an entourage of six girls and one guy... He certainly makes the rounds very efficiently... I wanted to take a picture of this, but I think Mom would've confiscated my camera phone in the event that I'd done so during the service... Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could peddle, I wo&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8HQwrRYZ7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wlVmWCBvSjM/s1600-h/piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170643381865965490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8HQwrRYZ7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wlVmWCBvSjM/s320/piano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uld probably spend some time this afternoon playing the piano. This Yamaha Grand belonged to my maternal grandmother. When she passed away, my great uncles (my grandfather came from a family of seven children), my dad and my mom's brother disassembled the piano and loaded it into a U-Haul. My dad and my uncle then drove the truck from California to Michigan in order to bring the piano home. It has sentimental value, of course, but we've always wanted a Yamaha Grand piano and so it's kind of neat that this ended up coming from my grandmother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday afternoons tend to be lazy, relaxing afternoons in the Graham household (most of the time). Napping usually commences shortly after lunchtime, however, there is one memb&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8HRNrRYZ8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/i4FkW9bAv3c/s1600-h/mom+and+dog+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170643880082171842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8HRNrRYZ8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/i4FkW9bAv3c/s320/mom+and+dog+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er of the family who has never quite known how to relax. Maggie is a very high strung, active English Setter who MUST have at least one walk a day or she goes berserk. It is difficult to tell that she is ten years old as she still acts very much like a one-year-old puppy! She will usually vent her frustration by digging through purses for gum or candy, eating someone's socks or underwear, pulling the toilet paper off the roll in the bathroom or rearranging pillows, blankets and her dog bed into an appropriate "nest". If this does not warrant your attention, she finds it necesary to resort to the stomping of the foot. She will pace around the house a few times and then park herself in front of you in a standing position while stomping her foot and barking. This is her way of demanding your instant attention. Your attention, however, must be accompanied by an afternoon walk. This is Mom and Maggie after their walk. You would think that Maggs would settle down for the rest of the day after such vigorous exercise.....WRONG! Give her about an hour and she'll be back to her usual routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plan is to spend some time this afternoon reading a book that my sister got me for Christmas: "Home to Holly Springs" by Jan Karon. This is somewhat of a continuation of "The Mitford Series" also by Jan Karon, yet it is more of a character sketch of one of the main characters from that original series. She is a good author in that her books are very light-hearted and easy to read and enjoy. They do, however, have strong principles behind some of their plots. No nap for me today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-3152313133262236158?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3152313133262236158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=3152313133262236158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3152313133262236158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/3152313133262236158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-sunday.html' title='Happy Sunday!'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8HQwrRYZ7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wlVmWCBvSjM/s72-c/piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-353710904278972190</id><published>2008-02-23T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:57:08.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8C9ZrRYZvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yxcuxVoRGDA/s1600-h/car+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170340621031335666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8C9ZrRYZvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yxcuxVoRGDA/s320/car+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8C86LRYZuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/UlhLe_uz-Yo/s1600-h/car+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170340079865456354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8C86LRYZuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/UlhLe_uz-Yo/s320/car+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sort of a strange day. I had to go back to Sterling Heights to take care of details with my car. Apparently, after the accident, the Utica Police had my vehicle towed to an impound lot where it accumulated $255.00 worth of miscellaneous charges. I had to pay that amount and sign the title over to the storage facility holding my car in order for the car to be taken to a salvage yard. As you can see, it is no longer drivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not physically get out to take a look at the inside of the car, so Mom cleared out my personal effects and took note of the interior damage. She said the front of the car was pushed up into driver's seat (this explains the broken ankle!) and that the steering wheel was broken, cracked and severely distorted (this explains why my chest is bruised and very tender).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure what to expect prior to seeing the vehicle, but will tell you that upon viewing it's remains, things have "magically" fallen into perspective. Mom stated that she was more shaken up today than she was two weeks ago when she got the call that I'd been in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning feeling very sorry for myself, wishing I could be more mobile physically speaking, upset that no one replaced the toilet paper in the bathroom in the middle of the night and generally irritated overall. After seeing the car, I just feel grateful that things are not much worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been using a walker for around-the-house ambulation and was able to pick up a scooter today. This has made life much easier and I found it not nearly as difficult to get in and out of TGI Friday's for lunch today! It's amazing how little things like this can make or break your day! Here is a picture of me utilizing my geezer mobile. Please note: I usually look much better than this and do not normally wear such baggy, sloppy clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170342699795506978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="321" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8C_SrRYZyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/5z2uvcJtcv0/s400/scooter+1.jpg" width="423" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-353710904278972190?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/353710904278972190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=353710904278972190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/353710904278972190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/353710904278972190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath...'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R8C9ZrRYZvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yxcuxVoRGDA/s72-c/car+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-1324276345167206034</id><published>2008-02-22T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:56:56.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining Moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R77VI7RYZpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dYagQeJAEfM/s1600-h/crutches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169803771594172050" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R77VI7RYZpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dYagQeJAEfM/s400/crutches.jpg" border="0" height="326" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was a very busy day as I had an appointment with the orthopaedic surgeon who performed the ORIF (Open Reduction, Internal Fixation) of my right ankle. Mom and I left the house at 10:00 a.m. in order to reach Beverly Hills by 11:30. We ended up arriving at 11:00 a.m. and waited to see the doctor until 1:15-1:30ish. Unfortunately, two signs of having a good physician is a full office and lengthy wait time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name was finally called and I went into the "inner sanctum" of the Beverly Hills Orthopaedics. I was apprehensive, yet excited. I was worried that having stitches removed and my cast changed would be somewhat painful, yet I was excited at the prospect of being told that I could fully shower once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cast and bandages were removed (and did not hurt, by the way), at which point I made a crucial mistake. I LOOKED down at my wound... that was pretty much all she wrote after that. I felt a little nauseus from that point on! It's odd how one can handle dead bodies, clean up miscellaneous fluids and deal with much of the gore of human illness, but when it applies to one's self, one bites the dust! I really should not have look down at my ankle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nausea passed and the ankle was x-rayed. The physician said that it looks like it is healing well. I was told that I cannot put ANY pressure or weight on it for three months! I think I'm going to go nuts. However, I now have a removable aircast, which means that I can remove the cast in order to fully shower or to put on a pair of jeans. That alone makes it worth it all! I never thought I would take showering for granted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have much to learn from the Lord in the way of patience. I think about three more months of SITTING and it is difficult not to go nuts, but I do feel like a new woman with my new aircast! I found it much easier to sleep last night - I was actually able to sleep on my stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I didn't get home until 7:00 p.m. last night, so we were both pretty exhausted. I was excited to see that I'd received two cards in the mail as well as a large package from my friend and second grade "co-pilot", Ben Henderson. I was puzzled as to what the contents of the package could be. Upon openning it, dozens of cards spilled out onto the kitchen table, designed by the second grade class we teach on Wednesday nights. I was so excited! These "little" things mean so much and are, in fact, BIG things for me. It just makes me miss everyone all the more, but I know that this is temporary. I found myself laughing repeatedly at the different sketches and drawings created by these 7-year-old hands. One partcular drawing portrayed a large truck running over a dog. I'm not sure if I'm the dog or if my own circumstances brought to memory one particularly horrifying day for one of my second graders... Another drawing puzzled me a bit as well. It simply said, "Pal?" on it. Is my student asking me if I am still in good enough condition to remain friends? How can you not see the humor in such innocent efforts on the part of the second graders to cheer me up? These cards made my whole week! I look forward to the day when I can thank them in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on all the events of yesterday reminded me of a very profound, yet simple statement told to me this summer by one of my closest friends. She said, "After all of the struggles and hardships life's brought my way, I think the Christian life boils down to one thing: How much are you willing to trust [the Lord]?" Life is full of mountains and molehills. The unfortunate part about it is that we don't seem to think that we need God for molehills. However, when we are faced with a mountain, we are suddenly prostrate before Him, begging Him for mercy. Truly trusting Christ means that we steadily and faithfully depend on Him daily regardless of the size of our circumstances. Newsong wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;DEFINING MOMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;There comes a time in every heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A time of real decision,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When we reach the point of choosing how we will live our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;All our hopes, all our dreams will rise up from that moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The moment we surrender and choose to follow christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;He's been waiting all our lives to hear us say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;'I am yours, Lord, take my hand and lead the way.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chorus: When you believe He's all you need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;That will be your defining moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;As you live your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Walking in His light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Trusting him completely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;that will be, that will be your defining moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;All I have, all I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Is resting in His promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The promise that He'll make me everything that i should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I will live, I will die, for the cause He's set before me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To take this love inside my heart for all the world to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;All of heaven celebrates, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When they hear someone say I am yours, Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Take my hand and lead the way.&lt;br /&gt;repeat chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Bridge: His amazing grace is such a mystery, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;How in an instant it can make your life complete.&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe it's time for some definition!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-1324276345167206034?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1324276345167206034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=1324276345167206034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/1324276345167206034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/1324276345167206034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-feel-like-new-woman.html' title='Defining Moment...'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R77VI7RYZpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dYagQeJAEfM/s72-c/crutches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-68278122019101332</id><published>2008-02-22T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T06:04:12.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter - The Best Medicine'/><title type='text'>Pet Diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R77Q-7RYZnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1moFb2_woE4/s1600-h/Dog.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169799201748969074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R77Q-7RYZnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1moFb2_woE4/s400/Dog.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Excerpts from a Dog's Diary:&lt;br /&gt;8 a.m. - Dog food! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;9:30 a.m. - A car ride! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;9:40 a.m. - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;10:30 a.m. - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;12:00 p.m. - Lunch! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;1:00 p.m. - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;3:00 p.m. - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;5:00 p.m. - Milk bones! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;6:00 p.m. - Puked up balloon! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;7:00 p.m. - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;8:00 p.m. - Wow! Watched TV with people! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;11:00 p.m. - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts from a Cat's Diary: &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R77RYrRYZoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OKSMDes4KLg/s1600-h/Cat.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169799644130600578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R77RYrRYZoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OKSMDes4KLg/s400/Cat.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headleses body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable to f. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Idiots! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies". I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released -- and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell so he is safe. For now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-68278122019101332?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/68278122019101332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=68278122019101332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/68278122019101332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/68278122019101332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/pet-diaries.html' title='Pet Diaries'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R77Q-7RYZnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1moFb2_woE4/s72-c/Dog.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-2855292837473815773</id><published>2008-02-20T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T09:21:26.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>The Joy of Lord Will Be My Strength...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"...the joy of the LORD is your strength." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=16&amp;amp;chapter=8&amp;amp;verse=9&amp;amp;end_verse=11&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=context"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nehemiah 8:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself reflecting more and more on the song by Twila Paris, "The Joy of the Lord", based on the above passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The joy of the Lord will be my strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I will not falter, I will not faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He is my Shepherd, I am not afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The joy of the Lord is my strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The joy of the Lord, The joy of the Lord, The joy of the Lord is my strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The joy of the Lord will be my strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He will uphold me all of my days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am surrounded by mercy and grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And the joy of the Lord is my strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The joy of the Lord, The joy of the Lord, The joy of the Lord is my strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The joy of the Lord will be my strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I will not waiver, walking by faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He will be strong to deliver me safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The joy of the Lord is my strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The joy of the Lord, The joy of the Lord, The joy of the Lord is my strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will not falter, faint or waiver... because He is my Shepherd, and Strength, upholding me all of my days...surrounding me with mercy and grace. It's difficult not to be overcome by such disply of affection on the part of our Savior. Terry O'Brien, Administrative Pastor of the church I attend, will often make the statement that "God is ALWAYS all of His attributes ALL of the time." God is always just AND merciful. He is always firm AND gentle. He never drops one characteristic for the sake of the other. While this is not a concept pioneered by Terry (because God says this is true in His Word), it has recently become more and more evident to me as I've gone from being the recipient of His provisions, to the benefactress of His mercy, and now I am learning that His joy provides me with the ultimate strength. It is difficult to express in words what this means to me. I am at a low point in life in that I have loss of mobility, no vehicle, finances are tight, etc., but at the same time, I find myself in a place where I can honestly say that I am the most at peace, the most joyful and the most content that I have ever been. I feel FULFILLED because "...the joy of the Lord is my strength." All rests in His hands and though that does not free me of personal responsibility, it does mean that I am taken care of - FOREVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Safe in the grace of God my soul finds rest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Strong from a confidence that He knows best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Following where He leads my heart is blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHORUS: Evil makes its plans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but my faith still stands, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am in God's hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gone are the lonely fears of former days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jesus is always there to guide my ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gladly I offer Him my thankful praise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Evil makes its plans but my faith still stands, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am in God's hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In His hands, peace comforts my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In His hands, I see a path I can walk through the passage of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angels will greet me when I leave life's pains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sent there to guard me at that final change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bearing me up to where my father reigns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- Steve Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Peter 1:8 says, "Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The King James version says that we are filled with "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joy unspeakable and full of glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." Maybe that's why I'm having such a difficult time composing this blog post; His joy is UNSPEAKABLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-2855292837473815773?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2855292837473815773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=2855292837473815773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/2855292837473815773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/2855292837473815773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/joy-of-lord-will-be-my-strength.html' title='The Joy of Lord Will Be My Strength...'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-5610806121894358420</id><published>2008-02-18T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T07:30:08.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>My Redeemer is Faithful &amp; True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I received a call from Keith Kaynor, the Missions Pastor at the church I attend. I was so humbled that he set aside this special time for me! I've always felt that he truly cares about me as he's always presented himself quite graciously to me. Throughout the course of our conversation, Keith asked if he could pray with me. I can use as much prayer as anyone is willing to offer up! In his prayer, Keith asked that the Lord begin to work out financial issues for me, that my bills would be paid and that the funds would roll in as needed. Well, only a couple of hours later, the Lord showed me quite obviously that He is already on the job. My roommate, whose condo I currently co-occupy, called to tell me that she would like to extend a gift to me. She stated, "I would like for you NOT to pay me any rent next month." I think my jaw must have dropped to my knees. I then thought, "She must mean that she wants me to reimburse her as I am able." Not the case! Ranju then went on to say that she wanted me to consider this a gift from her with no plans for future reimbursement. Her needs had been met and she wants me to work on meeting mine! I am not surprised that God chooses to meet our needs, I am simply amazed that He does so with such grace and creativity. My roommate is not even a believer. She is a devout Catholic Indian woman with strong morals, but she is not a believer. Our Lord truly is mighty and amazing. The more I know Him, the less I fathom His love for me. Thank you, Lord!   The grapes are coming out of the woodwork!  -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 58:11 "The LORD will guide you always; He will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My Redeemer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Steven Curtis Chapman and James Isaac Elliott)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Psalm 103:17]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As I look back on the road I've travelled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I see so many times He carried me through;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And if there's one thing that I've learned in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My Redeemer is faithful and true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My Redeemer is faithful and true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Chorus:] My Redeemer is faithful and true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Everything He has said He will do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And every morning His mercies are new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My Redeemer is faithful and true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My heart rejoices when I read the promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'There is a place I am preparing for you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know someday I'll see my Lord face to face,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cause my Redeemer is faithful and true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My Redeemer is faithful and true. [Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And in every situation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He has proved His love to me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When I lack the understanding, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He gives more grace to me.[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-5610806121894358420?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5610806121894358420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=5610806121894358420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/5610806121894358420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/5610806121894358420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-redeemer-is-faithful-true.html' title='My Redeemer is Faithful &amp; True'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-8419578929711145545</id><published>2008-02-18T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:20:33.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery Update</title><content type='html'>I've had many phonecalls, letters, e-mails cards, etc. asking me how the recovery process is going. I am doing very well. I have not had any pain and have pulled myself off the pain pump and the pain pills. So far, I've taken nothing for pain since 12:00 p.m. yesterday. I am battling boredom! I think that will be my biggest issue in trying to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate so much the phonecalls, especially, that I get from people asking me what they can do for me or simply just to pray with me. I received an especially touching call from the Missions Pastor at my church, Keith Kaynor. I've always appreciate he and his wife, Marilyn, so much in that they have such a grace about them. They have always gone out of their way to see that I am well cared for. Keith asked if he could pray with me (that is now the 2nd time he's done that!). There is no greater act of intimacy than bringing someone before the Lord in prayer. I am truly touched and humbled that he set aside this time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of the passage in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=68&amp;amp;verse=19&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 68:19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, "Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He didn't create me simply to leave me floundering on my own. He truly cares about me and goes to every length to make sure I continue to "tick" so to speak. This is the stuff of continued redemption; life's celebration. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=55&amp;amp;chapter=6&amp;amp;verse=2&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Galatians 6:2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; says, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am so thankful for my loving church family who so willingly and so freely does this for me day after day. The prayers, the calls, the cards, etc. in combination serve to help me carry my burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Thank you, Lord, for saving my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Thank you, Lord, for making me whole;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Thank you, Lord, for giving to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Thy great salvation so rich and free."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-8419578929711145545?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8419578929711145545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=8419578929711145545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/8419578929711145545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/8419578929711145545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/recovery-update.html' title='Recovery Update'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-4412614210552438487</id><published>2008-02-17T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:23:30.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Good to Laugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A minister was completing a temperance sermon. With great emphasis he said, "If I had all the beer in the world, I'd take it and pour it into the river." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With even greater emphasis he said, "And if I had all the wine in the world, I'd take it and pour it into the river."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then finally, shaking his fist in the air, he Said, "And if I had all the whiskey in the world, I'd take it and pour it into the river." Sermon complete, he sat down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The song leader stood very cautiously and announced with a smile, nearly laughing, "For our closing song, let us sing hymn #365, "Shall We Gather at the River." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-4412614210552438487?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4412614210552438487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=4412614210552438487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/4412614210552438487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/4412614210552438487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-good-to-laugh.html' title='It&apos;s Good to Laugh!'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-1402421395028326747</id><published>2008-02-16T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T08:54:02.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7cOV7RYZhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z22sjMxdxYI/s1600-h/stream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167614867281569298" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 236px; height: 148px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7cOV7RYZhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z22sjMxdxYI/s320/stream.jpg" border="0" height="224" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Some days are meant to be quiet days; days of solitude and contemplation. Not necessarily because the soul is depressed, but because it is thirsty &amp;amp; only God can quench that thirst. Recently after hearing "As the deer pants for the water, so my soul longs after You, oh Lord," a question was posed: is that really true? Does my soul LONG after You? On some days, yes. On others, no. To reach a point in life where I can consistently LONG after Christ is a goal that I dream of achieving. Here are a few simple thoughts. They all ring true because He is The Truth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7cPjLRYZiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ygNkA7auGbA/s1600-h/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167616194426463778" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 251px; height: 158px;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7cPjLRYZiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ygNkA7auGbA/s400/water.jpg" border="0" height="147" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As the deer pants for streams of water, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;so my soul pants for you, O God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=42&amp;amp;verse=1&amp;amp;end_verse=3&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=context"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Psalm 42:1-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7cQlbRYZjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bp3hAlnqDJQ/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167617332592797234" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7cQlbRYZjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bp3hAlnqDJQ/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" height="223" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Psalm 1 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked        or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers.&lt;br /&gt;2 But his delight is in the law of the LORD, and on his law he meditates day and night.&lt;br /&gt;3 He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither.  Whatever he does prospers.&lt;br /&gt;4 Not so the wicked!   They are like chaff  that the wind blows away.&lt;br /&gt;5 Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,  nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.&lt;br /&gt;6 For the LORD watches over the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked will perish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Blessed Be Your Name"&lt;br /&gt;- Matt Redman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Qp11X6LKYY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Qp11X6LKYY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-1402421395028326747?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1402421395028326747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=1402421395028326747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/1402421395028326747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/1402421395028326747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/soul-food.html' title='Soul Food'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7cOV7RYZhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z22sjMxdxYI/s72-c/stream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-8172079774048227251</id><published>2008-02-15T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:27:21.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter - The Best Medicine'/><title type='text'>Grumpy Old Man Gets Hired at Arkansas Wal-Mart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is an actual job application that a 75 year old senior citizen submitted to Wal-Mart in Arkansas. They actually hired him because he was so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167429208730265042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="155" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7ZlfLRYZdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-yX10HZs50g/s320/grumpy+old+man.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NAME: &lt;em&gt;Kenneth Way (Grumpy Old Geezer)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SEX: &lt;em&gt;Not lately.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DESIRED POSITION: &lt;em&gt;Company's President or Vice President. But seriously, whatever's available. If I was in a position to be picky, I wouldn 't be applying here in the first place&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DESIRED SALARY: &lt;em&gt;$185,000 a year plus stock options and a Michael Ovitz style severance package. If that's not possible, make an offer and we can haggle.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;EDUCATION: &lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LAST POSITION HELD: &lt;em&gt;Target for middle management hostility&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PREVIOUS SALARY: &lt;em&gt;A lot less than I'm worth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MOST NOTABLE ACHIEVEMENT: &lt;em&gt;My incredible collection of stolen pens and post-it notes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;REASON FOR LEAVING: &lt;em&gt;It stank. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HOURS AVAILABLE TO WORK: &lt;em&gt;Any.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PREFERRED HOURS: &lt;em&gt;1:30-3:30 p.m. Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DO YOU HAVE ANY SPECIAL SKILLS?: &lt;em&gt;I really don't think that's any of your business.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MAY WE CONTACT YOUR CURRENT EMPLOYER?: &lt;em&gt;If I had one, would I be here? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DO YOU HAVE ANY PHYSICAL CONDITIONS THAT WOULD PROHIBIT YOU FROM LIFTING UP TO 50 lbs.?: &lt;em&gt;Of what?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DO YOU HAVE A CAR?: &lt;em&gt;I think the more appropriate question here would be "Do you have a car that runs?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAVE YOU RECEIVED ANY SPECIAL AWARDS OR RECOGNITION?: &lt;em&gt;I may already be a winner of the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes, so they tell me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DO YOU SMOKE?: &lt;em&gt;On the job - no! ; On my breaks - yes!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE DOING IN FIVE YEARS?: &lt;em&gt;Living in the Bahamas with a fabulously wealthy dumb blonde supermodel who thinks I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread. Actually, I'd like to be doing that now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NEAREST RELATIVE ....&lt;em&gt;7 miles&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DO YOU CERTIFY THAT THE ABOVE IS TRUE AND COMPLETE TO THE BEST OF YOUR KNOWLEDGE?: &lt;em&gt;Oh yes , absolutely&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038063049379044561-8172079774048227251?l=vine-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8172079774048227251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3038063049379044561&amp;postID=8172079774048227251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/8172079774048227251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038063049379044561/posts/default/8172079774048227251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vine-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/grumpy-old-man-gets-hired-at-arkansas.html' title='Grumpy Old Man Gets Hired at Arkansas Wal-Mart'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7ZlfLRYZdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-yX10HZs50g/s72-c/grumpy+old+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-1447622199829818501</id><published>2008-02-15T06:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:05:17.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>Over the Mountain, there's a beautiful view.  Over the molehill, there's just more moles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7W0-bRYZYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NV0QlsRwa5Y/s1600-h/Cabin+Mountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167235132043060610" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7W0-bRYZYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NV0QlsRwa5Y/s320/Cabin+Mountains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel as though I've had a bit of a spiritual rebirth since I went to bed last night! No, I am not mystical. I am definitely NOT New Age. And, NO, I AM NOT HIGH! In my strive to become a grape, I forgot one important thing: You have to be a long-term thinker; a mountain climber and not a mole. Mountain climbers are incredibly LONG-TERM thinkers. They set their focus on a goal with the intention that they will stop at nothing to reach the goal. The goal could very well end up costing them their lives, but they press on. That is just what they do. It is as though they know nothing other than the purpose which drives them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A mole, on the other hand, is really not very bright! Although I do not consider myself to be a mole "specialist", I can tell you from my Detroit Zoo experiences that they are incredibly short-term little varmits! They spend the day popping in and out of their dirt molehills. They never really seem to have any purpose or direction or reason for anything. They just keeping "popping". I really don't get it. They leave a mess in their wake and don't bother to vacuum when they are finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I suppose that if I wanted to make better sense of this, I would say that I need to become a mountain climber in addition to my quest to become a better grape. I desire the determination to reach a worthy goal, but I'm not sure what all of this consists of. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philippians 3:13b-14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; says, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." "...we wait for the blessed hope -- the glorious appearing of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ, who gave Himself for us to redeem us from all wickedness and to purify for Himself a people that are His very on, eager to do what is good." - Titus 2:13-14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It looks like I just got what I asked for! I must admit, that I am a little afraid sometimes. Do you think God knows my fear? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...For God is greater than our hearts, and He knows EVERYTHING." I John 3:20b&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I guess that answers that question. What if I get hurt or rediculed along the way? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written: 'For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.' No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loves us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither hieght nor depth nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." - Romans 8:33-37&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Wow... It's starting to sink in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spent the early part of this morning listening to the testimony of two particularly determined mountain climbers. Pastor Fred Froman and his wife, Susan, have chosen a remarkable route in their mountainous journey. The most meaningful concept for me, in hearing them speak, is the idea that God's redemption is to be celebrated. We cannot celebrate what we do not know. Therefore, we must ask him for the boldness to confess our sins to Him with the expectation that He is true to His Word. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I John 1:9 - "If we confess our sins, He is FAITHFUL and JUST to FORGIVE us our sins and to cleanse us from ALL unrighteousness."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I wonder if the Lord even blinks before He forgives me? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. And if we know that He hears us -- whatever we ask -- we know that we have what we asked of Him." - I John 5:14-15.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Once again, He keeps His promises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once His forgiveness is extended, we can begin to celebrate His redemption. I am asking the Lord to make me a mountain-climbing grape at this point... Once again, I AM NOT HIGH. I simply want to stop at nothing until I see Him face to face. I don't want to be the mole who finds it easier and cooler when the day gets hot to duck in and out of the self-constructed molehills. I am finished feeling sorry for myself, for there are greater things to be sorry for. I know I'm asking for trials, for that is the only way we can know His grace, but I want life to be a celebration of our Redemptive Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Amazing Love"&lt;br /&gt;- Newsboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kvxxcDzGewE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kvxxcDzGewE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Circumstances &amp;amp; trials do not define us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They REFINE us."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;V. 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Over the molehill, there&apos;s just more moles...'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237025440422758752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7RpRrRYZCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b061yfJloRo/S220/Val_002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q52qifcRpJY/R7W0-bRYZYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NV0QlsRwa5Y/s72-c/Cabin+Mountains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038063049379044561.post-6216734626357073814</id><published>2008-02-14T09:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T08:13:11.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grape Juice'/><title type='text'>What the heck is an aspiring grape?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You may wonder what "Life In the Vine" or "an Aspiring Grape" really means. Let me start with a little history. I happen to have the privilege of sitting under excellent teaching at my church each week. My pastor is very gifted in the way that he communicates. He will often say, "The ground is level at the foot of the cross." This makes the ground feel quite level in our Worship Center as a result. Thoughts and Scripture are conveyed clearly and effectively without judgement or apprehension. With confidence and boldness, we approach the throne of grace each week to learn more about this &lt;strong&gt;great God&lt;/strong&gt; that we cannot fathom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;One of the more recent principles proposed to our church family has been the concept of becoming a grape versus remaining a marble. Within the body of Christ, we seem to have both. Marbles are wonderful, smooth, shiney, col
