<?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-7747051455940290990</id><updated>2011-08-01T19:25:10.912-05:00</updated><category term='Just for Fun'/><category term='The Cross'/><category term='Pits'/><category term='Homeschool'/><category term='Worship'/><category term='life improvement'/><category term='Ranting'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Tough stuff'/><category term='Thus Far'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Contests'/><category term='Seasons'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='Warfare'/><category term='Home improvement'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Ramdomness'/><category term='Letting Go'/><category term='kids'/><category term='The Resurrection'/><title type='text'>Thus Far</title><subtitle type='html'>Then Samuel took a stone and set it up between Mizpah and Shen.  He named it Ebenezer, saying,"Thus far has the LORD helped us."  - I Samuel 7:12</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-4664014032139572580</id><published>2010-03-02T22:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:10:36.156-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>Hope for the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Overheard in my car today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope:  "I hope the antichrist comes soon."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Why?'&lt;br /&gt;Hope:  "So Jesus will come back sooner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never met anyone, let alone a child who longs for Jesus' return as much as she does.  I know I don't.  But I want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she may have been anxious for the return of Jesus on this particular day so she wouldn't have to ride in the car to take her sister to dance class.&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/7747051455940290990-4664014032139572580?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/4664014032139572580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=4664014032139572580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4664014032139572580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4664014032139572580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2010/03/hope-for-future.html' title='Hope for the Future'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-6039250148570972919</id><published>2010-02-18T18:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:57:36.243-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life improvement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thus Far'/><title type='text'>Olympic Fever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I &lt;s&gt;am obsessed with&lt;/s&gt; really like the Olympics.  I like rooting for America.  I like seeing the stories of the athlete's dedication and perseverance.  I really like it when the Americans win!  I even like the sappy profiles on NBC.  I watch sports during the Olympics that I don't normally watch.  Speed skating, skiing, snowboarding, the biathlon, hockey, curling- you televise it, and I'll watch it!  (Especially if the US might win a medal!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of the Olympics is that the television coverage lasts into the wee hours of the night.  I have to make myself stop watching around midnight. (OK, it's been 12:30 a few nights.)  And I wake up late and I'm tireder and less patient the next day. So the past couple of weeks I've been tireder and a little less patient, and our home is certainly messier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the Olympics are over for two more years, I'm really going to try to get to bed ON TIME!  I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I've really noticed this year is the athlete's reaction to winning silver or bronze.  I loved watching Elisabeth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Goergl&lt;/span&gt; of Austria ascend the podium for her bronze medal.  She was so excited she was jumping up and down.  For a bronze.  Watching her made me happy.  And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Joannie&lt;/span&gt; Rochette's bronze was so touching.  Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Apolo&lt;/span&gt; was humble and gracious when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; mistake may have cost him the gold or silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Evgeni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Plushenko&lt;/span&gt;.  Who appeared extremely disappointed about his silver during the medal ceremony.  And who then declared that he deserved the gold in a subsequent interview.  And who had a platinum medal (now removed) from the Vancouver Olympics on his website.  A gracious loser he was not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, all too often, neither am I.  I have never been in the running for Olympic gold.  I would be thrilled just to compete in the Olympics!  (I would even be thrilled just to watch an event live!)  But when I get upset because my neighbor has a better car or my friend is building a beautiful new house or another blogger can afford clothes that are out of my price range, I think the rest of the world would view me like the embittered Russian skater.  Most people in the world don't have a car at all.  Most of them live in a home a fraction of the size of ours (many with no electricity or running water!).  I spend more on clothes than many people make in a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live a life of contentment and joy.  Contentment when I have little or when I have much.  Joy in what God has given me, even He has given someone else more.  I want these two qualities to point others to God.  And when contentment and joy overcome disappointment, people will notice.  I noticed Elisabeth Goergl's joy in winning the bronze and rejoiced with her.  May my joy even when I see someone come out ahead be even more contagious.  Because my joy isn't in winning a medal or competing well in an athletic competition.  My joy is in the Lord!&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/7747051455940290990-6039250148570972919?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6039250148570972919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=6039250148570972919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6039250148570972919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6039250148570972919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2010/02/olympic-fever.html' title='Olympic Fever!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-6845868994680737990</id><published>2010-02-17T13:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:49:26.898-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thus Far'/><title type='text'>Lent Me Your Ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I grew up going to a church where we had to participate in Lent.  I didn't like it, but I did it because I had to.  My saving grace was that we could add something good to our lives instead of giving something up.  I usually chose to do something like make my bed every day.  One year my sister gave up candy.  I thought she was crazy!  When I was in junior high, we joined a church that didn't celebrate the Lenten season.  And I was glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the many years since that church change, I've continued going to churches that don't celebrate Lent, including the church we now attend.  But this year God had led me to fast from something during the season of Lent.  I wasn't seeking it, He just impressed it on me.  And I'm actually excited about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've played a couple of harmless games on Facebook.  Nothing bad.  I don't even spend that much time on them.  But I feel like I could use even those few minutes a day doing something good, be it putting a load of clothes in the washer, reading my Bible some more, making a grocery list, or even reading a magazine to learn new recipes or decorating help.  Today I hid those applications on FB, so I wouldn't be tempted by some cool change in the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began thinking about this "fast" a couple of weeks ago, and I now think that what I first thought would be a temporary change may be permanent.  Either way, I'm excited about following God this Lenten season not out of obligation like I did as a child, but out of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father, use my small fast this season for Your glory.  May I use the time I would otherwise spend in FB games to worship You and serve my family.&lt;/span&gt;&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/7747051455940290990-6845868994680737990?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6845868994680737990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=6845868994680737990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6845868994680737990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6845868994680737990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2010/02/lent-me-your-ears.html' title='Lent Me Your Ears'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-757466973821959292</id><published>2010-02-15T10:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:28:20.032-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>If I Could Save Time in a Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was the Daddy/Daughter Valentine Party at church.  The girls have always had so much fun at this event.  This year was Joy and Grace's last year.  Next year they will be over the age limit (which I wish were older than it is!)  Paul got to read the story.  The girls made fun crafts.  And much sugar was consumed by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking last night about how much I'm enjoying this stage of our family's life.  I really enjoy the age everyone is right now and would like to freeze time at least for a little while!  We are at that beautiful season where the girls are independent enough to buckle up in the car, but still need to be tucked into bed at night.  Independent enough to stay home with Faith while we go on a date, but still want us to say goodbye before we drop them off at dance or piano or church (often with a kiss!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is in that wonderful stage of early adolescence where she is still more child than adult.  Although I see God maturing her so much spiritually and am so loving that, I also love that she can still be a little girl.  I'm so thankful she isn't eager to grow up to fast and is enjoying this last taste of the freedom of childhood.  I know these days are numbered, so I want to treasure them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is really growing up, too.  She is much more willing to try new things, which has sometimes been a challenge in the past.  I also see her taking more ownership of her things and some of her responsibilities.  She's definitely still all child, but an older, more mature child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy and Grace are at that wonderful, joy-filled stage of childhood.  Life is just so much fun for them!  (Which may be more a factor of their personalities than of their age.)  They are so fun and so girly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the coming years will be filled with changes.  Driving will replace dolls.  Wearing real make-up will replace the current sleepover make-overs.  School will get harder.  But I pray many things will remain the same.  I pray they continue to want our input in their decisions.  That they continue to be and have good friends.  That they still WANT to spend time with our family. And that they retain their childlike faith while they grow deeper in love with Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, Help me not to get so caught up in the busy-ness of life and school and schedules that I forget to savor and treasure these wonderful blessings You have given me!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/7747051455940290990-757466973821959292?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/757466973821959292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=757466973821959292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/757466973821959292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/757466973821959292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-i-could-save-time-in-bottle.html' title='If I Could Save Time in a Bottle'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-7178669929565929875</id><published>2010-02-11T12:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:19:34.212-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramdomness'/><title type='text'>Random February Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If it's going to be cold and wet, I wish the wet were snow (or even sleet!) instead of rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many cloudy days make me prone to sadness and lethargy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'd like to take a break from school, but then I know we'd have to go longer in May, so we trudge though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the rain lets up before our many lessons this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch will be way easier when we replace our freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Young Victoria &lt;/span&gt;was a really good movie. But it makes being a princess seem much less fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope when our new modern church service is up and running, Paul will have more time with us!&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/7747051455940290990-7178669929565929875?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/7178669929565929875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=7178669929565929875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7178669929565929875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7178669929565929875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-february-thoughts.html' title='Random February Thoughts'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-7786388582162770130</id><published>2010-01-02T19:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:39:16.924-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thus Far'/><title type='text'>Bruised, But Not Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It happened again.  Someone said something that hurt and the pain lingered.  It didn't matter whether it was inadvertent or if an apology was immediately forthcoming.  I still hurt.  And I wondered why I couldn't just shake it off, get over it.  While I pondered this, an answer came to me:  I had a soul bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I define a soul bruise as lingering pain caused by another person's words or actions - words or actions that really hurt, whether they meant them to or not.  And just like a physical bruise takes time to heal, so does a soul bruise.  There are things that speed up healing, such as an apology and forgiveness, but , barring God's miraculous intervention, I will need time to get over the hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the same as nursing a wound or holding a grudge.  It's just pain that is not resolved.  I forgave the other person, yet I still hurt sometimes.  Like a bruise on my body, when something puts pressure on my soul bruise, the pain is worse.  (And often, once the initial impact has lessened, I only feel the pain when something puts pressure on what's hurting in me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that soul bruises do heal and fade.  Some take longer than others, but they all do heal in time.  And one day soon I will look back and realize that I no longer hurt, even when something has put pressure on where my wound once was.  God will heal all of my hurts.  I must trust Him and give Him time to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A bruised reed He will not break, and a smoldering wick He will not snuff out.  In faithfulness He will bring forth justice.  ~ Isaiah 42:3&lt;/span&gt;&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/7747051455940290990-7786388582162770130?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/7786388582162770130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=7786388582162770130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7786388582162770130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7786388582162770130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2010/01/bruised-but-not-broken.html' title='Bruised, But Not Broken'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-5798674511936951370</id><published>2009-12-04T11:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:23:52.466-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Things I never thought I'd say:  "Don't lick the cat!" (said to a child who shall remain nameless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I never wanted to hear:  "Mommy, your hair looks like a lion's mane!" (said to me by Joy after I had dried but not yet flat ironed my hair)&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/7747051455940290990-5798674511936951370?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/5798674511936951370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=5798674511936951370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/5798674511936951370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/5798674511936951370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/12/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-7015991953026141181</id><published>2009-12-02T00:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:38:16.050-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life improvement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thus Far'/><title type='text'>A Matter of  Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday the mailman delivered my new rain boots.  Today God delivered some rain.  And my feet were warm and dry!  Sometimes it's the small things that make me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how new rain boots transformed a gray, dreary day that could have been depressing into a day that was kind of fun!  So much of life really is my attitude.  And far too ofen I allow myself to just see the bad or the hard or the inconvenient rather than seeing those things as an opportunity God is using to develop something new in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Consider it pure joy, by brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.  Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.    ~James 1:2-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7747051455940290990-7015991953026141181?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/7015991953026141181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=7015991953026141181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7015991953026141181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7015991953026141181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/12/matter-of-perspective.html' title='A Matter of  Perspective'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-2272932081165034669</id><published>2009-12-01T16:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:38:47.090-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>I Think I Need Another Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Thanksgiving Break wasn’t much of a break in our house.  We spent several days getting ready for and then performing in the Great Russian Nutcracker.  And by we I mean Faith, Joy, and Grace.  I just ferried them to the studio and the theater and made buns and bought tights and such.  The girls all did such a great job!  And afterward  Faith and I went to the cast party at our dance instructor’s home.  Joy and Grace went home with Hope, Daddy, and Nana.  Because for them mingling with Russians doesn’t begin to compare with Nana time!  Faith, however, appreciated the unique experience and was able to get many autographs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I cooked a pretty good Thanksgiving dinner.  But without turkey.  We had ham and a rotisserie chicken along with homemade bread, cornbread dressing, and that sweet potato casserole with all the butter, pecans, and sugar.  And pie, of course!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was able to get some shopping done.  Not the 4 am variety, but some realistic 8ish shopping.  I really didn’t need much, but I was able to get my niece’s present and the little girls got some new jeans and leggings.  Paul did get us a new TV!  We now have a wonderful new flat screen!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We put up our tree on Thanksgiving day, much to the delight of the girls.  They put on all of the ornaments themselves, and I must say they did a fine job!  I love our tree.  It won’t make Southern Living, but each ornament has a history and means something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to a nearby Christmas tree farm as well.  We have an artificial tree, but we all enjoy looking at the beautiful “real” trees, eating the biscuits and sausage, and riding on the hay ride.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thusfar1.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/img_15012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-medium wp-image-10 aligncenter" title="IMG_1501" src="http://thusfar1.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/img_15012.jpg?w=200&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="200" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls really liked the Snowman Tree!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thusfar1.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/img_1511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-11" title="IMG_1511" src="http://thusfar1.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/img_1511.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=200" alt="" width="300" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joy and Grace watching some syrup making!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thusfar1.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/img_1508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-12" title="IMG_1508" src="http://thusfar1.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/img_1508.jpg?w=200&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="200" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking through the trees.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to write more, but there’s a piece of chocolate chip pecan pie calling my name!  And I don’t think I can ignore it any longer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747051455940290990-2272932081165034669?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/2272932081165034669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=2272932081165034669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/2272932081165034669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/2272932081165034669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-think-i-need-another-break.html' title='I Think I Need Another Break!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-913284166668317069</id><published>2009-11-02T16:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:13:16.738-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>Overheard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some recent quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And God told Abraham, 'Y'all are going to have a baby.'"  ~Grace, narrating the story of Abraham and Isaac.  (I always knew God spoke Southern!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to open this card with joy!" ~ Joy, before opening a card from Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next, I think I want some church heels."  ~ Grace, commenting on her desire for shoes with heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love 7-year-olds!!&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/7747051455940290990-913284166668317069?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/913284166668317069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=913284166668317069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/913284166668317069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/913284166668317069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/11/overheard.html' title='Overheard'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-2176182693650240206</id><published>2009-08-01T19:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:10:28.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thus Far'/><title type='text'>Things I Want to Remember about Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*The LONG charter bus ride.  We rode all night, and I think everyone slept.&lt;br /&gt;*A great group of middle school girls in my room.&lt;br /&gt;*A beautiful condo to stay in.&lt;br /&gt;*My own king-sized bed.&lt;br /&gt;*Being thankful to be on the sixth floor so we could take the stairs when the elevators were slow.&lt;br /&gt;*Climbing 13 flights of stairs while escorting a friend's daughter to her room.&lt;br /&gt;*7000 worshippers!&lt;br /&gt;*Worshipping next to my daughter!  Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;*The Atlantic Ocean.  The ocean is both relaxing and exciting and always reminds me of the vastness of my God.&lt;br /&gt;*Coldstone ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;*Chris Tomlin signing our new Compassion Child packet.&lt;br /&gt;*Paul and I getting to meet with Louie back stage.&lt;br /&gt;*Missing my girls at home with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;*Walking on the beach at midnight with my daughter and some other middle school girls.&lt;br /&gt;*Adopting 2 new Compassion children.&lt;br /&gt;*The sun rising over the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;*David*Crowder in concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747051455940290990-2176182693650240206?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/2176182693650240206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=2176182693650240206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/2176182693650240206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/2176182693650240206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-want-to-remember-about-camp.html' title='Things I Want to Remember about Camp'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-2023837035866130237</id><published>2009-07-30T17:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T17:22:39.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tough stuff'/><title type='text'>Waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It seems like our life is like an ocean:  a series of never-ending waves.  Just when I think things are manageable, a huge wave swells on the horizon and threatens to overwhelm me.  And far too often I let it.  Sometimes I feel like I can barely catch my breath!  We've had a lot of waves this year, some thrilling and exhilarating, others just plain big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dance recital&lt;br /&gt;*Piano recital&lt;br /&gt;*Visiting friends&lt;br /&gt;*Work&lt;br /&gt;*Ministry&lt;br /&gt;*Tired children&lt;br /&gt;*Student Life Camp!&lt;br /&gt;*Allergies&lt;br /&gt;*WinShape Camp&lt;br /&gt;*Dance workshop&lt;br /&gt;*VBS&lt;br /&gt;*Minor illnesses&lt;br /&gt;*Dealing with challenging people in our lives&lt;br /&gt;*Laundry&lt;br /&gt;*Cleaning&lt;br /&gt;*Curriculum choices for the new school year&lt;br /&gt;*Sick elderly parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't always handle the waves well.  I can identify with David in Psalm 124 when he writes in verses 4-5, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The flood would have engulfed us, the torrent would have swept over us, the raging waters would have swept us away."  &lt;/span&gt;But David didn't say the flood &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;engulf him or the torrent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; sweep over him or the waters &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; sweep him away.  He said they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would have&lt;/span&gt;.  Why didn't they?  Because the LORD was on his side.  And I know that God is on my side, too.  Romans 8:31 says, "If God is for us, who can be against us?"  Then Paul goes on to write in verse 37, "In all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail.  They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.  I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for Him."   ~Lamentations 3:22-24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747051455940290990-2023837035866130237?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/2023837035866130237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=2023837035866130237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/2023837035866130237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/2023837035866130237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/07/waves.html' title='Waves'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-8833658598714685709</id><published>2009-04-11T22:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:24:37.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resurrection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>That Sabbath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On earth that Sabbath was filled with grief, confusion, and loss for Jesus' followers.  Those who loved Jesus mourned His death.  And mourned the timing.  Because He died so late on Friday, they had to wait until the Sabbath was over to give Him a proper burial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For others on earth that Sabbath was filled with fear.  What if His disciples stole the body?  After all Jesus did say He would rise from the dead on the third day.  (Funny how the Pharisees remembered what the disciples did not!)  WHAT IF HE REALLY WAS THE SON OF GOD??  Did they think the guard would keep Him in the tomb?  Or would they kill Him again?  It's ironic that those who objected to Jesus healing on the Sabbath plotted with Pilate on the Sabbath.  Did they not consider posting that guard work?  Or did their desire to remain in power supersede their legalistic rules? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hell that Sabbath must have been filled with rejoicing (or whatever its evil counterpart is).  Satan thought he had won.  Jesus was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven, that Sabbath must have been filled with anticipation.  Sunday was coming!  Jesus would rise!  Satan would be defeated!  Death would die!  Hope would shine forth!  Yes, Sunday was coming!&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/7747051455940290990-8833658598714685709?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/8833658598714685709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=8833658598714685709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/8833658598714685709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/8833658598714685709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-sabbath.html' title='That Sabbath'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-1251082570116454558</id><published>2009-02-20T11:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:08:09.302-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>Birth of a Hobby (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got my first camera the Christmas of my 5th grade year.  It was a 110 camera, and I mainly used it to take pictures of my family and my pets and other people's pets.  I knew nothing about photgraphy.  I just wanted to capture moments I wanted to remember.  After looking through my old photo album I realize that the main thing I wanted to remember must have been my cats napping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Junior High I moved up to taking pictures of my friends and youth group activities.  And in high school I got a 35 mm point and shoot camera.  I had that camera for several years, and eventually I moved up to an even better 35 mm point and shoot.   By this time I think I was either engaged or married.  My pictures now were of my husband and our dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Faith came along, of course, our primary subject was our new baby.  The camera we had was WAY off center, and finally we got a better one (still a film 35 mm point and shoot).  This one still works, and Hope is now using it.  That camera captured lots of baby pictures, birthdays, and Christmases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago we moved up to a digital point and shoot.  It was great  We were able to see immediately which pictures were good and which ones we should retake.  And no more film to develop or overwhelming numbers of prints to store!  Now the pictures just languished in our computer!  (But at least they weren't taking up space!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with our camera was that by the time the camera was actually ready to take the picture, the moment I wanted to capture was over, never to return again.  So I set out to find a faster point and shoot camera.  And discovered that it didn't exist.  To get a fast camera we would have to get a digital SLR.  We made that our Christmas present that year.  We even got some books to explain how to use all the complicated functions.  I read them, didn't really get them, and used my camera as a very fast point and shoot that took really good pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of last year I did some work for our business in exchange for a zoom lens.  My photographer friend suggested getting the 2.8 aperture (which was more expensive).  And while I didn't know what aperture was, I trusted her and got the better lens.  Which I still used in the automatic setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I discovered &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com"&gt;Pioneer Woman's&lt;/a&gt; photography explanations.  I discovered what &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/photography/2008/05/what-the-heck-is-an-aperture-part-one/"&gt;aperture&lt;/a&gt; is!  And I learned how to use some of the intermediate settings on my camera.  (I also discovered an amazing onion ring recipe)  My pictures have already improved!  I plan on going back through the camera books I have and hopefully learning about the important but as of yet mysterious white balance.  Who knows, shooting in full manual setting may be just around the corner!&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/7747051455940290990-1251082570116454558?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/1251082570116454558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=1251082570116454558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/1251082570116454558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/1251082570116454558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/02/birth-of-hobby-part-1.html' title='Birth of a Hobby (Part 1)'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-7510003907372362079</id><published>2009-01-30T21:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:06:18.416-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>The Letter of the Law Is...H</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I learned recently what the letter of the law actually is.  According to one sweet daughter, it's H.  Of course, she didn't say it in so many words, but I got the message anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and her sister were having a &lt;s&gt;fight&lt;/s&gt; disagreement when I heard her &lt;s&gt;yell&lt;/s&gt; say loudly, "I h-word you!"  Our girls all know they aren't allowed to say hate. (Except for hating the devil.  One takes great delight in hating the devil.)  But she wanted to express the sentiment.  So she was in perfect obedience of the letter of the law, but missed the spirit of the law.  Legalism starts early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed that she actually loves her sister, and that anger doesn't give us the right to be unkind.  And the two involved in this episode are best friends once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realize that as a mom, my girls are ready for me to begin going beyond the what of the law to the why of the law:  that we want to reflect Jesus in everything.  And He only hates sin - and the devil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7747051455940290990-7510003907372362079?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/7510003907372362079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=7510003907372362079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7510003907372362079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7510003907372362079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/01/letter-of-law-ish.html' title='The Letter of the Law Is...H'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-4410458541483146632</id><published>2009-01-15T20:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:15:00.427-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life improvement'/><title type='text'>Of Calendars, Clocks, and Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like the Jewish calendar.  I like that their New Year begins in the spring.  I think it would be easier to reflect on the past, to consider the future, and to make changes in the midst of the newness of spring.  The middle of winter is just not a real motivating time for me, no matter what the calendar says!  Too cold, not enough daylight, too many cloudy days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think a new day should begin at sunset (like the Israelite calendar) or at sunrise.  Why a new day begins in the middle of the night when only those of us who are night owls are awake to see it baffles me.  And even though I have seen the beginnings of more new days than I really needed to, they still seem like part of the old day I'm about to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I don't think we're going to change our calendar or our clock after so many years, I guess I'll just have to deal with it.  The great thing is that every day is new with God.  His mercies really are new every morning!  And every evening!  And even at midnight when I'm supposed to be asleep but am not!  So even though I've messed up some of the goals (I don't do resolutions.) I've chosen for the year, I can start over today.  Maybe I'll start with going to bed before midnight!&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/7747051455940290990-4410458541483146632?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/4410458541483146632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=4410458541483146632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4410458541483146632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4410458541483146632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-calendars-clocks-and-choices.html' title='Of Calendars, Clocks, and Choices'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-7482213590431170365</id><published>2008-12-31T14:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:45:11.001-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>American Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During the Christmas trip to visit my family, we found time for a side trip the The American Girl Store.  We had been planning this for months, and the girls weren't disappointed!  We all had so much fun!  The girls had been saving their money for months, and each one had a nice amount accumulated.  We first visited the doll salon where they all had some of their dolls' ears pierced and where Joy and Grace got a doll's hair styled.  The stylists were so nice and did a great job, even on the doll that has lost a great deal of hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SWUOYuG1J8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/zCEOUOGxaFg/s1600-h/IMG_7801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SWUOYuG1J8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/zCEOUOGxaFg/s320/IMG_7801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288649155272845250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The girls each bought a pet for their dolls.  Faith, Hope, and Joy bought the calico cat because, of course, our cat is a calico.  Grace bought Kit's basset hound just because she liked it.  Faith and Grace also bought outfits.  Faith had been needing a new dance bag, and I bought her a really cute one on sale for $10!  She likes it a lot, and all of her stuff fits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our shopping, we had a snack at the Bistro.  We had some ice cream, a milkshake, and cookies and milk.  The milk came in the cutest container!  It was a little jar with a small cup on top.  Joy and Grace had so much fun pouring the milk into the cup and drinking it!  Of course, their dolls joined us for our snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SWURSZ-pjoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/E8JwtUlw_Nk/s1600-h/IMG_7821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SWURSZ-pjoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/E8JwtUlw_Nk/s320/IMG_7821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288652345325489794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elizabeth, in her new hairstyle, and Kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SWURRMMyilI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BDTntdWR3pk/s1600-h/IMG_7816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SWURRMMyilI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BDTntdWR3pk/s320/IMG_7816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288652324446833234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josefina, Hope's Kit, and Faith's Kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SWURQtIc0cI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5BdMUNvItus/s1600-h/IMG_7818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SWURQtIc0cI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5BdMUNvItus/s320/IMG_7818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288652316107133378" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Samantha, with her lovely hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt; we sent Hope's beloved Josefina to the doll hospital.  Much of her hair had fallen out, and Hope had asked for her head to be replaced as her main Christmas gift.   We won't get her back for a few weeks, but when she returns, she'll be as good as new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fabulous time at the American Girl Store, and the girls want to return there some time.  I'm sure we'll be back!&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/7747051455940290990-7482213590431170365?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/7482213590431170365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=7482213590431170365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7482213590431170365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7482213590431170365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/12/american-girls.html' title='American Girls'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SWUOYuG1J8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/zCEOUOGxaFg/s72-c/IMG_7801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-6823612617211755792</id><published>2008-12-29T11:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:33:44.490-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Over the River and Through the Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas came early in our house this year.  My sister and her family were in from overseas during the week of Christmas, so we opened our gifts before we left to go see them.  (Since the girls and I are rather fond of presents, this was really quite fun!)  The girls each got an American Girl doll outfit.  Faith got a bike and a CD.  Hope got a certificate so her American Girl Josefina doll can get a new head and a purse.  Joy and Grace got scooters, princess "piggy" banks, and wallets.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; They all got some Legos the share.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I gave Paul a cool shirt and a photo book I had had printed.  I got lots of Godiva chocolate covered pretzels (which are fabulous!), the A &amp;amp; E DVD set of Pride and Prejudice, and a really nice and beautiful ring!  (I was expecting some costume jewelry and got a cool ring from a jeweler!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SVkU_I-dEcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y23SB20S1Ac/s1600-h/IMG_7574_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SVkU_I-dEcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y23SB20S1Ac/s320/IMG_7574_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285278712669737410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(In the picture the stone looks blue, but it's really a white topaz.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we packed up to go to my mom's house.  Food was a major theme of our visit.  Whenever we go home there are certain restaurants my sister and I want to eat at.  So we went out to eat 3 times in less than 5 days.  And we were not disappointed.  (Except when we stepped on the scale!)  And my sister made a terrific chocolate chip pecan pie which I think I'll have to try very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cousins all had a great time playing!  Her daughter and my girls hit it right off even though they hadn't seen each other in a year.  And her son is a little over a year old and such a sweet, happy, and busy baby.  The weather was nice for playing outside most days, and the girls had a lot of fun in the yard I grew up playing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there were LOTS of presents to be opened!  The girls really enjoyed their gifts, and the baby enjoyed the paper!  The dads made sure we opened the big tub of Lincoln Logs when the baby was asleep!  And, of course, we gave the can of possum to my sister and her husband.  We added a package of Larvets (The Original Worm Snax)to make it even more fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SVkN6PCc00I/AAAAAAAAAGM/xGEm5juQhTM/s1600-h/IMG_6002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SVkN6PCc00I/AAAAAAAAAGM/xGEm5juQhTM/s320/IMG_6002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285270931816371010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I'm sure we'll get something even weirder next year!  Living in another culture has its advantages!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our trip was completed by a trip to the American Girl Store, which was so cool it will be getting its own post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747051455940290990-6823612617211755792?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6823612617211755792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=6823612617211755792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6823612617211755792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6823612617211755792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/12/over-river-and-through-woods.html' title='Over the River and Through the Woods'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SVkU_I-dEcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y23SB20S1Ac/s72-c/IMG_7574_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-5229736943360980040</id><published>2008-12-29T11:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:38:42.718-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SVkKpXmF2WI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Bgc_YvLp5D4/s1600-h/IMG_7412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SVkKpXmF2WI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Bgc_YvLp5D4/s320/IMG_7412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285267343520684386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope had her first piano recital the week before Christmas.  She was so excited!  She had practiced her songs and said she wasn't nervous at all.  She had chosen to play 3 Christmas songs as duets with her teacher.  It sounds easier than playing alone, but I think it was really more difficult because she had to stay on tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recital was held in the music room at church.  Hope and the 6 other students played for their families.  Then their teacher played, and we had a small reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope did a fabulous job.  We could really tell that she has natural musical ability!  (And she practiced.)  She also had had a solo in the children's Christmas musical, and did a great job with her singing.  I'm so glad that Hope has found her "thing" in music.  She has already told me that she wants to teach piano when she grows up, and that she thinks God wants her to play piano at church when she is grown.  I love seeing how she is wanting to use her talents to serve Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SVkJ6nSbhpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lFoQIqLwLsA/s1600-h/IMG_7412.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7747051455940290990-5229736943360980040?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/5229736943360980040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=5229736943360980040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/5229736943360980040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/5229736943360980040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/12/recital.html' title='Recital'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SVkKpXmF2WI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Bgc_YvLp5D4/s72-c/IMG_7412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-6318632661296715589</id><published>2008-11-28T17:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:41:48.238-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><title type='text'>The Nutcracker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Nutcracker was an incredible experience!  All those weeks of practice paid off.  The girls were able to dance on stage with professional dancers in front of a packed audience.  And they all danced beautifully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom came for the performance, and we'll buy the DVD to show my sister and our friends.  (Since this is a professional performance, the ticket prices reflect that!)  Even Hope enjoyed watching her sisters dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days leading up to the performance were full of practices and last minute adjustments.  The day of the performance, the girls had costume fittings, pictures, practice with the Russians, and the actual performance.  They got to wear some make-up, which they all thought was fun.  Faith did a great job doing her makeup herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little concerned that Joy and Grace might get nervous being on stage with the Russian dancers, but they did great. ( I did do some serious praying in the audience!)  They were snowflakes, which is the youngest group of dancers.  They remembered their dance, even the part that was changed the afternoon of the performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith was a party guest.  Since she is tall, she had to wear a boy costume (which no modern boy I know would ever wear, and which is fancier than what most of her girlfriends wear to church on Sunday!).  The children were on stage for a long time and danced well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith also was a butterfly.  Her costume was gorgeous!  This was a much harder dance than the party guest dance, and she was great!  The girls danced on pointe and were beautiful.  She was the youngest girl in this part, but she definitely held her own!  I was so proud of her.  She had to work hard to learn the dance, but she persevered.  Since she's only been taking pointe since January, I was really impressed with her dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the show, all the performers, adults and children, came out for the bow.  After the first bow, the dancer playing Masha (Clara in the American version) took Grace's hand and the dancer playing Drosselmeyer (the toymaker uncle) took Joy's hand and the group bowed again.  That was so cool!  I wish I could have taken a picture, but that wasn't allowed, so I'll just have to imprint the image on my mind and make sure that they remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I hope they have the opportunity to dance in the Nutcracker again next year!&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/7747051455940290990-6318632661296715589?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6318632661296715589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=6318632661296715589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6318632661296715589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6318632661296715589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/11/nutcracker.html' title='The Nutcracker'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-8765394146636144308</id><published>2008-11-28T16:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:25:07.053-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>A Full Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This year we seem to go from one season of activity to another!  Our church does a Trunk or Treat on October 31, so I spent several days that month sewing Hope's costume.  She wanted to dress up as Susan from the second Narnia movie, which is not a costume you're likely to find at your local Stuffmart.  Fortunately, I have used this pattern twice before - for American Girls Felicity and Elizabeth, so I knew how to make it.  Unfortunately I forgot that the amount of fabric that the pattern states you will need is not enough to actually make the dress!  The fabric store took back the insufficient fabric, so we weren't out any extra money.  The dress looks great, and Hope enjoyed wearing it.  Joy and Grace dressed as fairies using some wings we bought and old ballet costumes.  Faith and her friends had their own "Pajama Party" trunk, and dressed in their PJs.  Paul and I were the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything.  We used some 90% off inflatables from the dollar store, a dollar eyepatch, and were able to put together pretty decent costumes from our closet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October also saw the beginning of Nutcracker practices for Faith, Joy, and Grace.  All three were cast in children's parts for the Moscow Ballet tour.  The little ones had practice on a weekday, and we were able to carpool with a friend.  Faith had Sunday practices, so we were hurrying to get home from church, eat lunch, and get to practice on time.  But this is an amazing opportunity and so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So November has been full of ballet!  (And piano for Hope, who chose piano over dance this year.)&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/7747051455940290990-8765394146636144308?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/8765394146636144308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=8765394146636144308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/8765394146636144308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/8765394146636144308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/11/full-fall.html' title='A Full Fall'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-14055089913130223</id><published>2008-10-08T13:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:05:58.455-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramdomness'/><title type='text'>Isn't It Pretty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've often wished I could go beyond the template suggestions in Blogger without having to pay a lot of money.  But since I'm not all that computer-savvy and have really no idea how to do it myself, I contented myself with the Blogger options.  Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inthemidstofit.blogspot.com"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; has a beautiful new blog design.  And when she mentioned it was free, I headed right over to T&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/"&gt;he Cutest Blog on the Block&lt;/a&gt; and got my own free blog background.  It was so easy! Thanks, Sarah.  And, thanks, Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even able to customize my font colors!&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/7747051455940290990-14055089913130223?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/14055089913130223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=14055089913130223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/14055089913130223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/14055089913130223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/10/isnt-it-pretty.html' title='Isn&apos;t It Pretty!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-5178783071260182480</id><published>2008-09-24T16:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:56:30.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life improvement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thus Far'/><title type='text'>The Flood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes we have a flood of activities.  In the last five days I have :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Made cute doll t-shirts and purses at Michaels (for free!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Brought Faith, Joy, and Grace to a total of four Nutcracker practices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Attended a birthday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Attended a college ministry swim party in which the only people swimming were my girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Went to church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hosted our small group at our house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Quickly cleaned up (as best we could) for small group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Watched a friend's children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Taken the girls to a total of three dance classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eaten out with Paul and the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stood in line for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 MINUTES&lt;/span&gt; at Stuffmart!!!  (With all four girls!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Went to and helped at our first 4-H meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Helped Paul lead a class for engaged couples in our home (and cleaned up and made a dessert for that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Homeschooled the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Went to Wednesday night church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Witnessed this last night on the way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SNrd4IEG8ZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ebX1mQK_Nbo/s1600-h/IMG_7126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SNrd4IEG8ZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ebX1mQK_Nbo/s320/IMG_7126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249752271960863122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture doesn't do God's creation justice.  And there was a second, fainter rainbow above it that disappeared by the time we got home.  As I was thinking about the rainbow today and what it means, I realized that not only does God promise never to flood the earth with water, but He also promises never to allow my life to become flooded with more than I am able to bear in Him.  Psalm 142:3 says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You knew my path."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;God does know my path, and when I am following Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He will lead me beside still waters and restore my soul, even in the midst of what may seem overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. ~Phil. 4:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7747051455940290990-5178783071260182480?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/5178783071260182480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=5178783071260182480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/5178783071260182480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/5178783071260182480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/09/flood.html' title='The Flood'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SNrd4IEG8ZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ebX1mQK_Nbo/s72-c/IMG_7126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-4709301996028200499</id><published>2008-09-17T19:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:54:36.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tough stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>More Excitement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like many others, we kept a very &lt;del&gt;obsessive&lt;/del&gt; close eye on Ike as it entered the Gulf.  The track varied widely before finally seeming to be headed for Galveston.  That was only somewhat of a relief for us.  Since Ike was such a big storm, our area was still forecast to have strong winds and flooding from the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew the evacuees from the Galveston/Houston area would make an evacuation to my mom's house a very long journey.  And since we would have to bring our pets anywhere we went, we decided to ride out the moderately bad weather we were likely to experience.  And if the power was out for too long, we could always go later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Thursday and Friday making our preparations.  Paul boarded up our businesses and our home (a task made far easier because we saved the wood he had cut in preparation for Gustav).  We purchased food, water, flashlights, and batteries.  I filled the tubs with water and gathered our candles.  Then we waited.  The wind blew.  It rained some.  Just as I was thinking that we would probably not lose electricity, the power went out.  We had no power from about 12:30 am on Saturday morning until about 2:30 pm on Saturday afternoon.  It wasn't the heat that was so bad, it was the humidity.  Everything felt sticky!  We were so thankful when the power came back on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the relatively brief loss of power and a few small limbs down, we had no damage. I feel extremely blessed, and I am praying for those in Galveston, Houston, and the other areas that had severe damage from Ike. &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/7747051455940290990-4709301996028200499?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/4709301996028200499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=4709301996028200499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4709301996028200499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4709301996028200499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-excitement.html' title='More Excitement!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-6786751564019241003</id><published>2008-09-17T11:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:41:21.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thus Far'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Excitement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've definitely had some exciting times as of late.  I got to go to Living Proof Live in San Antonio in August.  I had had my ticket for months, but the friends I had planned to go with were both unable to go.  God provided another sweet group of ladies to ride to San Antonio with, and He totally blessed me!  I loved hearing God speak through Beth that I am His heiress!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home to a really painful throat infection.  As I tried to recuperate, I had to get our family ready for Family Camp the following weekend.  And in case that wasn't enough, it appeared that Gustav might be coming our way, so I had to prepare for a potential hurricane!  Thankfully, the Z pack worked quickly, and I was able to pack for our trip and pack up for the hurricane without too much trouble.  As we left for Family Camp on Friday, we still didn't know if the hurricane would come to our town, so we really looked like the Beverly Hillbillies - a Suburban packed FULL of stuff including 12 American Girl dolls, a box of pictures, a few momentos, a dog, a cat, and a gerbil!  (The folks who ran the camp were nice enough to make an exception to the no pets rule!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept abreast of the hurricane via our laptop at camp, and shared the news with others who worried about being in Gustav's path.  On Monday, we went to stay with friends who live about an hour away from the camp before heading home on Tuesday.  The storm had not struck us, so we had no damage.  However, as we settled back into our normal routines, it appeared that Ike might cause us some trouble.  More about that next time!&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/7747051455940290990-6786751564019241003?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6786751564019241003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=6786751564019241003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6786751564019241003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6786751564019241003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/09/excitement.html' title='Excitement!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-4999300517541803692</id><published>2008-07-08T12:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:25:50.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>What Time Is It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's summer time!  We're on vacation!  Life around here has been a great balance of activity and rest this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our summer at the end of May with a family vacation to a nearby big city.  We visited museums and the zoo and had a great time.  My girls really enjoyed the space exhibit since we have studied space this year.  Another favorite was the jewels and gems exhibit.  All but Joy enjoyed the interactive butterfly exhibit.  She was scared of the butterflies landing on her.  The butterflies liked Paul best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This one stayed on him for ten or fifteen minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SHOqjtcL_AI/AAAAAAAAADw/U0a4oLo5IhE/s1600-h/IMG_5983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SHOqjtcL_AI/AAAAAAAAADw/U0a4oLo5IhE/s320/IMG_5983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220703923522501634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One landed in my hair, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SHOq8WlK9II/AAAAAAAAAD4/pJ_MkmX3gHM/s1600-h/IMG_5992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SHOq8WlK9II/AAAAAAAAAD4/pJ_MkmX3gHM/s320/IMG_5992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220704346882897026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought home some yummy snacks, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SHOrjeFFd0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/uI0u9qVRams/s1600-h/IMG_6002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SHOrjeFFd0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/uI0u9qVRams/s320/IMG_6002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220705018910701378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We really did buy a pack of Larvettes.  The cheddar cheese variety.  We've offered them to several friends, but so far, no one has eaten any!  Go figure!  We think they will complement the &lt;a href="http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-memories.html"&gt;possum&lt;/a&gt; quite well.  (What goes better with a can of "road kilt possum" than a pack of cheddar cheese Larvetts?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recuperated from our vacation, worked on organizing our home (still a work in progress!), and then it was time for VBS.  VBS week actually went smoothly, and no one got sick!  Since then we've hosted and attended birthday parties and 4th of July parties.  We've had a visit from Nana.  We figured out &lt;a href="http://www.skype.com/"&gt;Skype&lt;/a&gt; and talked to and SAW my sister who lives overseas!  Way cool!  Faith had a week of dance workshop at her ballet school, which was both challenging and rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, the girls have enjoyed swimming in our above ground pool and spending lots of time with friends.  And we still have over a month of summer left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for times of refreshing, like summer.  These times help me rejuvenate and relax so I am ready for the busier seasons ahead.  God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&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/7747051455940290990-4999300517541803692?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/4999300517541803692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=4999300517541803692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4999300517541803692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4999300517541803692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-time-is-it.html' title='What Time Is It...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/SHOqjtcL_AI/AAAAAAAAADw/U0a4oLo5IhE/s72-c/IMG_5983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-3040760399620976244</id><published>2008-05-25T16:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:12:06.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tough stuff'/><title type='text'>Heart-Breaking News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was our second night of our vacation.  We were watching the local Fox station's newscast because they said they might have an interview with newly crowned American Idol David Cook. When the breaking news announcement came on I thought it would be something political or maybe a local happening.  What came next wasn't just breaking news, it was heart-breaking news.  We learned that Maria Sue Chapman, 5 year old daughter of Steven Curtis Chapman had been killed in a tragic accident.  While I was still teary-eyed Jack gathered us all together to pray for a family that I've never met but feel like I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know more about Maria or to leave a message for the Chapman family, go &lt;a href="http://chapmanchannel.typepad.com/inmemoryofmaria/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please keep remembering the Chapmans in your prayers.  Because even though Maria is whole and happy in Heaven with Jesus, her family is still grieving the loss of their beloved daughter.&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/7747051455940290990-3040760399620976244?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/3040760399620976244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=3040760399620976244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/3040760399620976244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/3040760399620976244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/05/heart-breaking-news.html' title='Heart-Breaking News'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-4213090642932193139</id><published>2008-05-12T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:43:46.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;April flew by, just like I knew it would.  We actually had a great month.  The ladies' conference at our church was uplifting and challenging.  God is continuing to heal me from past hurts, but it's a long and on-going process.  We were challenged to spend time with God first thing in the morning for two weeks, and I did it!  My time with God has been rather hit and miss lately, so seeing how I could get up and have time with Him was a good thing.  I wish I could say those two weeks set the pace for the rest of my month, but I have found myself waking up late far too often, so I need to get to bed earlier, so my mornings can start earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I had a fun-filled whirlwind shopping day in the nearest big city.  We hit an outlet mall, a regular mall, a great stand-alone department store, and a Tex-Mex restaurant.  All in one day!  I bought a few things and got some really good deals.  But the best part was the fun we all had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We capped off the month with the girls' dance recital.  All four of them looked beautiful and were so graceful!  This will probably be the last recital that all four girls dance in.  Hope wants to take piano instead of dance next year.  She really has not been fond of dance lessons the last couple of years, but she does like dancing at home.  She is very graceful and would do pretty well if she continued, but her heart is not in it.  Faith is a beautiful dancer!  She has a natural grace and poise that shows in her performance.  And she is a natural-born performer.  Joy and Grace also enjoy being on stage, and they seemed to be having a lot of fun performing.  My mom was able to visit for the weekend and the girls especially enjoyed having Nana watch them dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe May is already over one-third of the way through!  Time is certainly flying!&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/7747051455940290990-4213090642932193139?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/4213090642932193139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=4213090642932193139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4213090642932193139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4213090642932193139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-8594373461283411744</id><published>2008-04-17T13:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:52:31.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><title type='text'>Two Blogs Are Better Than One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have created another blog!  I know that I have been a sporadic poster on this blog, but I wanted to have an on-line record of the things my girls and I are learning.  And I thought it would be nice to have all the educational posts in one place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... Introducing ...&lt;a href="http://learningthusfar.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What We Have Learned...Thus Far!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7747051455940290990-8594373461283411744?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/8594373461283411744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=8594373461283411744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/8594373461283411744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/8594373461283411744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-blogs-are-better-than-one.html' title='Two Blogs Are Better Than One!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-6047023916462033282</id><published>2008-04-02T12:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:17:00.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Time Marches On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, I can't believe it's already April.  March flew by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March was a BUSY month for us. Paul's dad was released from the hospital and went home.  Because of his dementia, we have to have someone stay with him 24/7. Paul's brother has graciously taken the night shifts, so Paul justs spends some time with him during the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s mom is still in the hospital, but she is improving.  We are now faced with the decision of where she should go after she is released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated a Special Occasion this month.  Some of our friends had all four of our girls over for a sleepover, and Jack and I ate at Ruth's Chris Steakhouse.  It was a FANTASTIC meal!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; gave me a fabulous gift - a convection oven!  I've been wanting one for a while, but I was TOTALLY SURPRISED!  Because our old oven was a drop-in oven, we had to wait a couple of weeks for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to get the right tools to install the new oven.  It is now in, and we are definitely enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got a really bad sinus infection in March.  It not only made my face hurt, but it made me really tired and weak.  It took several days of antibiotics to begin to feel like myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; got to speak at a breakout session for a conference our church was having.  He did a great job, and he actually got paid.  Real money, not just a gift card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had company twice.  Some of our best friends came for a visit during part of their spring break.  Because they have four kids and we have four kids, they decided to stay in a hotel.  We didn't get quite as much visiting time this way, but it was definitely easier!  The kids had a great time playing.  Their second daughter is still Faith's best friend, even though they moved away over six years ago.  I was still feeling bad from my sinus infection, so I don't know that I was very good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came for part of her spring break.  The girls love seeing their Nana, and we had a good visit.  She was here for Easter, so she got to do some fun Easter activities with us - going to the Easter Festival at our church, dying eggs, and making Easter cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our spring break in March.  We actually had a couple of field trips to a local museum that was offering some educational classes.  We had a party with friends, and the girls had some of their friend sleep over.  I had planned on getting a lot done, but we mainly rested and had fun.  But after seeing how busy this month has been, I think rest and fun are just what we needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April will be busy, too.  We have a dance recital, a ladies' conference at our church, 4-H awards night, a deacons' retreat for Jack, and a shopping-with-the-girls day for me.  But once April is finished, we have a break from most of our activities.  Summer is on the horizon!&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/7747051455940290990-6047023916462033282?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6047023916462033282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=6047023916462033282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6047023916462033282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6047023916462033282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-marches-on.html' title='Time Marches On'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-7472914224929259687</id><published>2008-02-19T12:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:19:08.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tough stuff'/><title type='text'>And Then I Fell Flat on My Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The fits and crying that I mentioned last time, they happened.  After praising God for His sufficiency, I totally crashed and burned.  Not that God wasn't still sufficient.  But I think I began to think I had something to do with the victories God had won.  So He allowed me to see just how weak I really am!  But since I realized my weakness, I can now depend on His strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had even more challenging times with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s parents.  A few days after his mom's surgery, his dad became ill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; thought he could deal with it at home, but a wonderful physician friend said that he really should be in the hospital - which is a VERY DIFFICULT place for a person with dementia to be.  He has pneumonia and has been in the hospital for over a week now.  A VERY LONG WEEK!!!  Because of the dementia, someone has to stay with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s dad 24/7.  Because three of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s siblings have chronic health problems and his younger brother had the flu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; has stayed with his dad every night but three since his mom was admitted to the hospital.  And some of those nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s dad did not sleep.  (So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; didn't sleep either!)  He's weary.  We're weary.  We're hoping that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s dad can go home tomorrow.  (We were really hoping for today, but the doctors said maybe tomorrow.)  When &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s dad gets home, one of his brothers plans on staying with him most nights.  I hope that goes as planned, because I don't think our family can continue with this schedule for weeks on end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s mom is out of ICU!  However, she does have some water in her lungs and had to have a blood transfusion earlier this week.  We really don't know a whole lot about her condition.  The only way to learn anything is to see the doctor during his rounds (which are at different times every day!).  And even then we're likely to get only vague information!  There's got to be a better way for doctors and patients/patient's families to communicate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to remind myself to cherish the times of peace and normalcy.  Because, as we've seen this month, trouble can invade suddenly and turn our lives upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7747051455940290990-7472914224929259687?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/7472914224929259687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=7472914224929259687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7472914224929259687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7472914224929259687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-then-i-fell-flat-on-my-face.html' title='And Then I Fell Flat on My Face'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-3753727171695112367</id><published>2008-02-06T21:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:19:57.169-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tough stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thus Far'/><title type='text'>Sufficient Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I had known last week what we would be going through this week, I would have broken down and cried.  If my girls had known last week how often &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; would need to be away this week there would have been much weeping, some pouting, and maybe even a fit or two.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But this week has gone as smoothly as it could have.  God truly does give us the grace to handle the need of the moment when the moment arrives, and not before.  Not that we've handled everything perfectly.  But we have managed to get through the first part of the week without stressing out or breaking down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ironically, Friday was a breakdown sort of day for me.  I began the day out of sorts and my sour mood did not abate during the day.  As I began to journal and blame my mood on not enough quality adult interaction, God totally convicted me that the problem wasn't a lack of interaction with other people, my problem was lack of quality time with Him!  So I immediately stopped my journaling, downloaded the first video session of Beth Moore's &lt;em&gt;A Woman's Heart, God's Dwelling Place&lt;/em&gt;, and watched it.  And this week I've been faithfully spending time with God through the workbook.  I know that God has used my time with Him to strengthen me.  I really don't want to think about all the ugly flesh &amp;amp; self that would have come out of me this week had I not been in the Word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God was so faithful to prepare me to be in His Word when He knew I would need it most!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747051455940290990-3753727171695112367?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/3753727171695112367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=3753727171695112367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/3753727171695112367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/3753727171695112367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/02/sufficient-grace.html' title='Sufficient Grace'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-7928993701791593940</id><published>2008-02-04T20:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:21:12.125-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tough stuff'/><title type='text'>When It Rains, It Pours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes life is smooth and, if not exactly easy, at least comfortably predictable. And I seldom appreciate those times while I have them. We are not currently enjoying a time of peace and rest. Jack has felt a lot of pressure regarding an investment he made last year. What seemed at the time to be an incredible opportunity to enhance our income has become a major headache! One of the other people involved has had various family distractions, and others have just been dragging their feet when it comes to moving forward and resolving things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If that weren't enough, a couple of weeks ago, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'s car was broken into and &lt;a href="http://allforhisfame.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-thieves-break-in-and-steal.html"&gt;thieves broke in and stole&lt;/a&gt;! The thieves took his bag which contained some business items that will be expensive to replace, his wallet, and, worst of all, his Bible and journal. The police have not been able to catch the thieves, and don't expect to recover any of our stolen property.  We are praying for God to use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'s Bible to save the thieves or someone else.  (It would be great if the thieves would get saved and then RETURN OUR STUFF!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then on Sunday, instead of watching the Superbowl with some friends from Sunday School, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; sat in the waiting room at the hospital waiting for his mother to get out of emergency surgery.  The surgery went well, but she is fighting infection, so she is still on a ventilator and sedated.  She knows the Lord, so we aren't worried about her eternal destiny, but we sure would like to have more time with her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; has been dividing his time between visiting at the hospital, helping to care for his father (who has some dementia), ministering to his siblings (some of whom do not know Jesus), and all the regular stuff of life like working and spending time with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God must have some great things in store for us, because He sure is allowing some situations that are causing us to stretch our faith and rely on Him and Him alone!  Since we know He wastes nothing we can be sure that He is working even in these awful things.  (Now if only I can keep that perspective all the time!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747051455940290990-7928993701791593940?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/7928993701791593940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=7928993701791593940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7928993701791593940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7928993701791593940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When It Rains, It Pours'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-1223654554801656814</id><published>2008-01-28T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:49:15.573-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life improvement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>It's January, So It's Still the New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, I can't believe January is almost over and I haven't updated the blog!  I had great intentions of sitting quietly and praying about what goals God would like me to achieve this year and then blogging about all my good intentions.  But in our house, sitting quietly doesn't happen all that often.  And when it does I usually would rather read a book.  Or take a quick nap.  Which I read yesterday in my issue of Southern Living is good for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have spent a little bit of time thinking about what I want to change this year.  Mainly this time was when I was getting ready in the mornings, so my thought processes were interrupted by thoughts about whether I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;moisturized&lt;/span&gt; or not and which leg I had just shaved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The good thing about waiting until January is that I can give an update of my progress in my goal areas.  (And maybe not mention any areas of complete failure!)  This year I knew I needed to be more consistent in teaching Faith and Hope science and history.  The fall was more hit-and-miss than I would have liked.  And we have really done good this month!  I even learned how to use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interlibrary&lt;/span&gt; loan system so we can have an expanded pool of books to use for history!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I also NEED to become more organized.  I have several areas of my home that REALLY need work, so I came up with a mental schedule of which area to work on which month (with a month or two of catch-up or rest built in).  January I wanted to organize the linen closet by the girls' bathroom.  I just have the top shelf left!  I also organized my MANY e-mails, either deleting or archiving the old ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wanted to cook more and eat out less, and we have done pretty well here as well.  The times we have eaten out have been planned times and not just because I didn't have a plan for supper.  I have also been getting back in the habit of using coupons.  If I were organized I would know how much I have saved so far, but I know I have saved close to ten dollars in addition to using a fifteen dollars in gift cards that came as bonuses from prior purchases.  And everything I used coupons for was stuff I regularly use.  So not too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The thing I've struggled most on is actually the most important thing!  My Bible study and prayer time has been sporadic lately, and I NEED to be consistent in spending time with my Father.  Sadly, I haven't seen much change here.  But I know God is faithful and He will enable to do this.  Since I'm not a part of a group Bible study at church, this requires more self-motivation on my part than I needed in the fall.  But my relationship with God should be motivation enough!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now I'm off to read God's Word before reading a story (which I got through an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interlibrary&lt;/span&gt; loan) to my girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747051455940290990-1223654554801656814?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/1223654554801656814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=1223654554801656814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/1223654554801656814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/1223654554801656814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-january-so-its-still-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s January, So It&apos;s Still the New Year!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-4307033423904717141</id><published>2007-12-28T12:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:23:06.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Christmas Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here are some things I'll remember about this Christmas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Best tradition: Our Advent wreath. We would light it each night at supper and I would read a prophecy from the Old Testament and its fulfillment in the New Testament. Then one of the girls would blow out the candle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Best performance: The children's Christmas musical. Hope had a role in the drama portion, Faith read a small piece during one of the songs, and Joy &amp;amp; Grace were angels in the Nativity portion. All four did a great job and were really cute! Joy &amp;amp; Grace were particularly entertaining as they moved to the music when they sang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Best gift that I gave: American Girl dolls to each of my girls and the Creative Memories storybook I made for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Best gift that I received: Prints of the family pictures we took. We won a sitting at the best photographer in town, and the pictures look great. (Unfortunately, although the sitting was free, the prints were not!) This is the first time we've had pictures made someplace other than the portrait studio of a department store, so these are special. I also received a very sweet story my girls wrote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Funniest gift: A can of possum (at least that's what it says on the label). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; and I bought this at a gift shop years ago. Then a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmases&lt;/span&gt; ago we gave it as a gag gift to my sister &amp;amp; her husband. We've been passing it back &amp;amp; forth ever since. This year was our turn to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Best meal: Stopping at my favorite Mexican restaurant on the way home from visiting family. Mexican food may not be traditional Christmas fare, but I think it should be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Best reunion: My sister and her family (including her new baby) came to the states from their station overseas. I got to meet my nephew for the first time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Worst reunion: Between 2 sisters who hadn't seen each other in over two years. One invaded the other's personal space and a cat fight broke out. Literally. The feud was between our cat and her sister, who is owned by our friends. Our friends picked our cat up from boarding and kept her for a couple of hours until we got home. All our children's dreams of a sweet reunion were dashed very quickly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Returns &amp;amp; exchanges: We only have to exchange a Barbie that's supposed to sing but doesn't and an American Girl doll necklace that doesn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747051455940290990-4307033423904717141?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/4307033423904717141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=4307033423904717141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4307033423904717141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4307033423904717141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-memories.html' title='Christmas Memories'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-6887535547663425881</id><published>2007-11-12T17:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:27:05.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramdomness'/><title type='text'>Seven Things You Might Not Know About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TC over at &lt;a href="http://fishinmyhair.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fish in My Hair &lt;/a&gt;tagged me for "7 Things About Me," so here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. For a recent Special Occasion, I made an &lt;a href="http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&amp;amp;recipe_id=521007"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; Italian Cream Cake with &lt;a href="http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&amp;amp;recipe_id=522766"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; frosting. From scratch. (But minus the coconut - I'm allergic). It was fabulous, and I may have to invent another Special Occasion so I can make it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. I recently made Hope a dress-up dress that was supposed to resemble the American Girl &lt;a href="http://store.americangirl.com/agshop/html/ProductPage.jsf/itemId/91625/itemType/SET/webTemplateId/3/uniqueId/16/saleGroupId/308/nodeId/11/webMenuId/5/SingleProductPage/true"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/a&gt;. I think it turned out pretty good. And Hope really liked it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132103143623992498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RzjknjpfpLI/AAAAAAAAACU/Uke8-wpUp_4/s320/Rebecca+as+Elizabeth+%28cropped%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. "Cinderella" by Stephen Curtis Chapman makes me cry! Every time I hear it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I bought my girls the &lt;a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=900002&amp;amp;e=storeproduct&amp;amp;pid=42027&amp;amp;section=excl_view_all"&gt;Little People Mayflower&lt;/a&gt; to help them learn about the first Thanksgiving. It's very cute, and they are having a fabulous time playing with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I credit much of my Christian walk and even more of my worship practice to the years I spent attending an incredible weekly worship time/Bible study that Louie Giglio did during my young adult years. Sometimes I still refer to my notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I don't like coffee. Not even the cool, expensive stuff they sell at MegaBucks. (But I do miss the drinkable chocolate they used to sell! I'm sure I'll be drinking it again in Heaven.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I am an avid and voracious reader! This is evidenced by the SIX bookshelves FULL of books in my home. (And I think we're about ready for another shelf!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this has been around a while, I tag Paul and anyone else who wants to join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7747051455940290990-6887535547663425881?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6887535547663425881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=6887535547663425881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6887535547663425881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6887535547663425881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/11/seven-things-you-might-not-know-about.html' title='Seven Things You Might Not Know About Me'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RzjknjpfpLI/AAAAAAAAACU/Uke8-wpUp_4/s72-c/Rebecca+as+Elizabeth+%28cropped%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-6257512237672235487</id><published>2007-10-19T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T16:25:00.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Cords of Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am in the midst of Beth Moore's &lt;em&gt;Living Beyond Yourself&lt;/em&gt; Bible study.  This week is on kindness and goodness.  Yesterday, I read about God's loving kindness to His people Israel and to us and how He so often expresses that kindness in terms of a loving parent.  It's a beautiful picture that inspires me to be a more aware of God's Fatherhood and to be a better parent to my girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In the back of my mind the verse about the kindness of God leading us toward repentance kept playing in my head.  I looked up the verse and it says, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Or do you presume on the riches of His kindness and forbearance and patience, not knowing that God's kindness is meant to lead you to repentance?"  Rom. 2:4 (ESV)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;God does not force us to repent.  He doesn't shame us to repentance (although He most definitely does convict!).  He doesn't nag us to repent.  He gently draws us to a place of heart change through kindness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I thought about my parenting.  Am I trying to bring about heart change in my children using methods that can only change their behavior but not their hearts?  Nagging, threatening, yelling, and punishing might bring about the behavior I'm hoping for, but my children's hearts won't be more tender toward God or more obedient to me because I do those things.  I realize that I need to use kindness to motivate my children to &lt;em&gt;want to&lt;/em&gt; obey.  I need to use kindness to draw their hearts to me and to God.  This doesn't let me off the hook when it comes to discipline.  Leniency is not kindness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I'm asking God to give me creative ways to show godly kindness to my girls.  It will reap rewards in all our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747051455940290990-6257512237672235487?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6257512237672235487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=6257512237672235487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6257512237672235487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6257512237672235487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/10/cords-of-kindness.html' title='Cords of Kindness'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-8231727549881209756</id><published>2007-10-14T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T14:12:56.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week a hint of fall came to our neck of the woods.  It wasn't full-blown fall, and I know it's only temporary, but it was a welcome change nonetheless.  The girls noticed and wanted to spend much of their days playing in the lovely weather.   And I let them.  Which means I let some of their chores be postponed.  So our house needs a little work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned for Friday and Saturday to be our catch-up days.  We had no other obligations those days so I knew we would have time to both get caught up on our housework and enjoy the beautiful days.  Until the stomach virus hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy had actually had a touch of it on Tuesday.  Friday Grace came down with it.  Saturday began with me feeling awful.  Then Hope got sick.  And then Faith.  We were a rather pathetic bunch!  And so the house remains cluttered.  But I am so glad that the girls played outside earlier in the week.  We can clean house any time.  Such great weather isn't likely to be around for long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opted for the girls to have fun memories of playing stick horses in the back yard, eating a picnic lunch in the playhouse, and picking beautiful bouquets of flowers for me.  One day I hope to figure out how to structure our time so we can have the memories and the tidy house.  But for now I'll choose the memories.&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/7747051455940290990-8231727549881209756?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/8231727549881209756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=8231727549881209756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/8231727549881209756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/8231727549881209756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/10/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-325703960353758786</id><published>2007-09-25T21:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:28:23.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter how much I wish my girls would stay little, they keep on growing up!  Over the past couple of months my youngest two have reached several milestones.  They began to do "kindergarten" with me at home.  They moved from the Pre-school department to the Children's department at church, so Cubbies has been replaced by SPARKS.  And each one lost her first tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I expected most of those achievements for months now, but the lost teeth took me by surprise!  One day they each had a slightly loose tooth, and before I knew it they each had a tooth that was ready to come out.  I was excited, but a little sad at the same time.  My babies are growing up!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had always wondered whether they would lose their teeth at the same time.  They are so identical that I suspected they might.  And I was right.  They lost their first teeth a day apart.  Since I'm a bit squeamish about pulling teeth, Paul did the pulling.  (The teeth needed to come out and were ready to come out, but the girls couldn't get a good hold of them.)  They could have lost their teeth the same day, but Joy said she wanted to have her own day for losing her tooth, so she chose to wait a day to have hers pulled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The baby smile is no more, replaced by a reminder that little girls will grow up, and that I need to cherish these days while I still have them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747051455940290990-325703960353758786?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/325703960353758786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=325703960353758786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/325703960353758786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/325703960353758786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/09/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-4833670170777591143</id><published>2007-09-06T15:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:29:05.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>In Memory of Li"l Blankie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;blockquote&gt; Today we remember Li'l Blankie.  Li'l Blankie was born at Target and was brought into our home in 2002, just before Joy and Grace were born.  She began her tenure with us as a useful servant, being used to swaddle Grace, and, later, to cover her at night to keep her warm.  She soon grew into a trusted friend, faithful confidant, and ever-present companion to Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace christened her "Li'l Blankie" during her second year.  (We think she was trying to say Yellow Blankie, even though Li'l Blankie was pink!)  But the name stuck, and she remained Li'l Blankie all her life.  In addition to sleeping with Grace, Li'l Blankie went practically everywhere with her:  friends' houses, church, stores, doctors' offices, dance class.  Grace loved Li'l Blankie even when her pink color turned dingy and she developed larger and larger holes.  In fact, I think those things may have made Grace love her even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li'l Blankie accompanied us to Family Camp this year.  Sadly, during play time with her friends, Grace set Li'l Blankie down and forgot to pick her back up.  By the time&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Paul&lt;/span&gt; and I realized she was missing, it was too late.  We prayed, searched the camp, asked the staff, announced our loss to our fellow Family Campers, and prayed some more to no avail.  Li'l Blankie was gone!  We believe someone unacquainted with the ways of young children threw her away, believing her to be a rag, rather than a beloved friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li'l Blankie is survived by her beloved Grace, by her sister blankies, Grace's Yellow Blankie, and Joy's Yellow Blankie, and an assortment of cousin blankies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of flowers, the family requests all parents to carefully guard their children's comfort items, lest they befall the same fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course, Grace mourned for her lost friend.  I think we all did.  Her sisters rose to the occasion, offering to let Grace have their blankies either temporarily or, in one case, permanently.  Grace was consoled by the addition of a new blankie purchased from Gymboree on our way home from Family Camp.  In fact, Grace hasn't cried about Li'l Blankie once since she got her new blankie, which she has named Squirrelly because of the squirrels printed on her. God has graciously allowed Squirrelly to take Li'l Blankie's place in Grace's affections. &lt;/span&gt;&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/7747051455940290990-4833670170777591143?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/4833670170777591143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=4833670170777591143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4833670170777591143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4833670170777591143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-memory-of-lil-blankie.html' title='In Memory of Li&quot;l Blankie'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-1999825231071250550</id><published>2007-09-05T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:46:11.235-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>The Busy-ness of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although the summer weather is going to continue for at least a month here in my neck of the woods, our summer schedule (or lack of a schedule) is now over.  I wanted to accomplish big things this summer:  read several books, get my home organized, get our last year's school things filed away, relax.  I didn't complete any of these things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I did nothing.  I taught VBS.  I ferried children to cheerleading camp, swim lessons, and dance workshop.  We traveled twice to visit family and once to visit friends.  We also were visited by family and friends a couple of times.  I facilitated a ladies' Bible study at church.  I planned and put on three birthday parties (two of which were rather elaborate).  And the weeks in-between I was either preparing for one of these things or recovering from one of them (or both!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About midway through the summer, I realized that the plans I had were a bit lofty, considering all the other obligations I had.  And I realized that for our family, the pace of summer, rather than being one long, relaxing season, was a series of much activity followed by a week or two of planning for the next thing or recuperating from the last thing.  The pace of our school year is rather relaxed.  We don't have to be somewhere every day.  So getting everyone ready to go somewhere every day of a week (particularly those things that begin in the morning) was a challenge.  By about the third day of whatever activity we were doing, at least one of the girls was tired of getting ready and going out.  (And to be honest, sometimes I agreed with them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I had wanted to begin this school year with an organized home and having learned much from the great books I had read, I will have to start where I am.  And as we settle into the routine of schooling and church activities and dance, maybe I'll be able to fit in some of my summer goals into the school year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7747051455940290990-1999825231071250550?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/1999825231071250550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=1999825231071250550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/1999825231071250550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/1999825231071250550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/09/busy-ness-of-summer.html' title='The Busy-ness of Summer'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-6113928362623299752</id><published>2007-08-01T12:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:30:04.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thus Far'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letting Go'/><title type='text'>Flying without a Net</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is officially fully self-employed!  In June he gave his employer notice that he would be leaving, and yesterday was his last day at his job.  He has been employed full-time at the job he just left and has has his own business for over 3 years now, and it was just too much.  He could not grow his own business the way he really wanted to, give his employers the time and effort they deserved, be fully involved in our family life, serve at church, and sleep enough every night.  (Don't worry, he didn't sacrifice his family or short-change his employer.  He usually skimped on developing his own business and sleep.)  Now he will have over forty more hours a week to do what needs to be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I will be glad to have him home more.  (I've been encouraging him to go ahead and quit for a few months now!)  We've decided to let the first few weeks be primarily family time, and when school starts for him to spend some focused time developing his business.  (I think the girls might have a more difficult time getting into the school routine if Daddy were home.)  By the time his business is to the point where he won't need to spend as much time away from home, the girls should be in a good enough routine to keep going even when Daddy is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're really trusting God to provide for us in our transition time.  We think that our business will do so much better with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; more involved, and he is also an investor in another venture, which we hope will prove quite lucrative.  But none of this is certain.  However, we trust that God will supply all our needs according to His glorious riches in Christ Jesus. (See Phil. 4:19)  The word "supply" comes from the Greek word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pleroo&lt;/span&gt; which literally means "fill up."   Our God is so good.  He won't just give us the least He can.  He will fill us up!  Of course this filling up applies to needs not wants.  He will give us a place to live, even though it may not be my Southern Living dream house!  He will give us enough food to eat, even though it may mean we cook mainly at home instead of regularly eating out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as we enter into this new season of our lives, we do so with excitement, faith, and trust in God's perfect provision!  We believe He has led us here.  And we look forward to all He has in store for us!&lt;br /&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/7747051455940290990-6113928362623299752?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6113928362623299752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=6113928362623299752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6113928362623299752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6113928362623299752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/08/flying-without-net.html' title='Flying without a Net'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-2763487797269986826</id><published>2007-07-24T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T10:02:50.697-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contests'/><title type='text'>A Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http:/www.5minutesformom.com/1990/horizon-organics-contest/#comment-359216"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just entered the drawing for  &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/1990/horizon-organics-contest/#comment-359216"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;free Horizon products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drawing is being held at&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com"&gt; 5 Minutes for Mom.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been using &lt;a href="http://www.horizonorganic.com/"&gt;Horizon&lt;/a&gt; milk for years, so $300 of Horizon products will definitely help with our grocery bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I know this is stilted, but Blogger wouldn't let me link as I typed without turning everything after my link into part of the link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/1990/horizon-organics-contest/#comment-359216"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747051455940290990-2763487797269986826?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/2763487797269986826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=2763487797269986826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/2763487797269986826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/2763487797269986826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/07/contest.html' title='A Contest'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-6574529210740837879</id><published>2007-07-16T18:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T18:31:13.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Your Light Shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/Rpv5-4JoTyI/AAAAAAAAACE/AC7COkvCv5I/s1600-h/IMG_3618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/Rpv5-4JoTyI/AAAAAAAAACE/AC7COkvCv5I/s320/IMG_3618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087935062665088802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We had an opportunity to see a great fireworks show this July 4th.  It wasn't at a city park.  It wasn't put on by professionals.  We didn't even have to drive anywhere to see it.  All we had to do was bring the lawn chairs to my mom's back yard!  Some neighbors on the next street over put on an amazing show!  This isn't one of those light the firework, run, watch it, wait a minute, set up the next firework deal.  They had a whole show with patriotic music, several fireworks at once, and all were one after the other.  And it lasted for about 45 minutes.  They've been doing this since I was in high school, so they have it all down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the show I thought about how much money it must have cost.  Thousands of dollars!  And here we were enjoying it for free!  We were a bit farther away than the paying participants, but we still had a great view.  We could even hear the music!  We were some of the beneficiaries of their generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As believers we should allow God to shine so spectacularly through us that others will see it and enjoy it!  Jesus in us shouldn't be a sparkler to be seen only by us (and maybe others very close to us).  He should well up in us like those big beautiful starbursts we witnessed.  Our lives should bless others.  Even others who are just bystanders, like we were.  I want Him to show Himself big and beautiful and powerful in my life!  I want others to see Him in me and want to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in Heaven."  ~Matt. 5:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747051455940290990-6574529210740837879?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6574529210740837879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=6574529210740837879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6574529210740837879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6574529210740837879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/07/let-your-light-shine.html' title='Let Your Light Shine'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/Rpv5-4JoTyI/AAAAAAAAACE/AC7COkvCv5I/s72-c/IMG_3618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-957017995520437582</id><published>2007-07-02T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:54:50.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Summer Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Memories of a wonderful summer evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Viewing three planets through a powerful telescope.  Venus and Saturn were close in the western sky. And Jupiter was visible in the east.  Jack's telescope is so powerful we could see the rings of Saturn, some of Jupiter's moons, and the bands of color on Jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Weeding my roses in the dark.  It was much cooler than in the daylight hours.  And I could fool myself that I had made more progress than I really had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Watching the neighbors shoot off fireworks.  They must have been having a pre-Independence Day celebration.  We saw everything from small ones that stayed on the ground to big, beautiful starbursts high in the air.  (These are my favorite.)  And when they were finished, the smell of the fireworks lingered in the air, continuing to remind us of the summer celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Watching my girls play flashlight tag in the front yard.  They ran and played with joyful and youthful abandon.  And only one minor fall occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Seeing the beautiful full moon looking bigger than usual.  Because of the angle of the moon, it looks large.  We've been watching it the past few nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Taking a walk down the street in the dark.  The girls found our late-night walk fun and exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Taking a relaxing shower after we came inside.  Faith and Hope also discovered how good a shower feels after you've been sweating in the humidity.  (I had to tell Hope to get out so she could go to bed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I am doubly thankful we seized the evening.  Not only do we have some terrific memories, but it has rained steadily throughout the day today and more is predicted for this week, so another such night may not happen again soon.  God blessed us with so much!  And we took some time last night to enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7747051455940290990-957017995520437582?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/957017995520437582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=957017995520437582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/957017995520437582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/957017995520437582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer-nights.html' title='Summer Nights'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-1048044598575483302</id><published>2007-06-23T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:35:20.203-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>I Survived VBS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I survived Vacation Bible School!  Actually, this year was quite pleasant.  It was the first time I've had one of my own children in my class.  Every year they would all ask me to be their teacher.  But, since there are four of them and one of me, I chose to decline.  I've been working with the same grade ever since we moved here, and this year Faith was in the grade I work with.  Fortunately, Hope, Joy, and Grace are all now old enough to understand that when they are older, I will work with them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church has a big VBS, so we have stations that the children visit.  My job was to lead them from activity to activity, helping them when needed (which wasn't often).  I had around 25 kids to lead.  Most were girls.  Quiet, sweet, well-behaved girls.  Most of the boys were also very well behaved, and the couple that caused a bit of trouble were silly and energetic, not bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed having Faith in my group.  I think she was finally old enough to enjoy being with me without clinging.  I enjoyed seeing her enthusiasm for learning the Bible and her eagerness for answering questions.  She's a terrific girl, and am so proud of her.  She got to act in the drama part of the musical the children presented on family night.  She was fantastic!  The kids only had a few days to learn their lines, and only practiced a couple of times, but they did great, missed lines and all!  She is incredibly comfortable on stage, and really gets the concept of being "in character."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, VBS tired me out.  And it wasn't just me.  Most of the grown-ups were pretty tired by the end of the week.  (One of my friends is an ER nurse, and she was worn out!)  And to top it off, I promised my girls they could have friends sleep over on Friday night.  But God gave me the strength to lead those kids and not be too grumpy!  And, even though I was tired, I wasn't totally wiped out, like I remember being last year.  And no one has gotten the stomach virus.  (Which has happened after VBS twice before in years past.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my VBS experience.  God gave me the strength to get up early, get all four girls up early, and get us to church well before VBS started.  God let me see several of the kids in my group make decisions for Christ.  And God gave me a great week with Faith and some of her friends!&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/7747051455940290990-1048044598575483302?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/1048044598575483302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=1048044598575483302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/1048044598575483302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/1048044598575483302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-survived-vbs.html' title='I Survived VBS!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-4155417306334908829</id><published>2007-06-14T16:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:32:17.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pits'/><title type='text'>Pop Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God is so good!  We returned last night from a short visit with my family.  My sister, whose husband is stationed overseas, was back in the States with her daughter for a visit.  I enjoyed the time with my family.  I enjoyed the climate.  I enjoyed the scenery I grew up with.  I enjoyed the fireflies.  I enjoyed eating at restaurants we don't have where we now live.  And I enjoyed the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there was a test.  Not the written variety.  Not an oral test.  But a test from God Himself.  He gave me a few opportunities to fall back into the approval pit, and I didn't!  It's all God's doing.  Sometimes I had just recognized the temptation to worry about something when I felt God's Spirit remind me that I had been delivered from such things, and that I didn't have to think that way anymore!  And He gave me the strength to choose to think differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count this test as a blessing. It was totally for my benefit.  God already knew my heart.  But He wanted me to know my heart.  To know that when confronted with the people whose approval has been important to me the longest, that I could confidently walk in Christ and not worry about what I think they might be thinking.  Not that there were any major problems or conflicts, but having that many people in one house can lead to minor issues.  In my pit &lt;del&gt;days&lt;/del&gt; years even these normal, minor things would have set me to fretting and feeling bad.  But this time I was able to walk in freedom from worry or condemnation (even self-condemnation!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God even gave an extra credit test!  During our visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; learned of a family situation that required our help.  In the past, this would have bothered me.  I would have whined (in my heart if not out loud).  I would have been resentful.  (My reasoning would have gone something like this:  "Why is this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; responsibility?  Why is he willing to go to this trouble or expense for someone else when he doesn't spend time doing X (whatever it is I've been wanting him to do) or spend the money on Y (some extra thing I happen to want at the moment)?  It's not fair!"  But this time I was able to discuss the situation without being defensive (I think).  I was able to support him in his decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this is to brag on me.  It's all to brag on God!  He is so faithful!  He rescued me out of the pit, and keeps me from slipping back in!  And He graciously shows me the extent of His grace and deliverance!  He gives new assurances of His love and faithfulness every day!  All I have to do is look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-30681" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;To Him who is able to keep you from falling  and to present you before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" id="en-NIV-30682" class="sup" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;   ~Jude 24-25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &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/7747051455940290990-4155417306334908829?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/4155417306334908829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=4155417306334908829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4155417306334908829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4155417306334908829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/06/pop-quiz.html' title='Pop Quiz'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-9177199309864148309</id><published>2007-06-06T19:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:33:21.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thus Far'/><title type='text'>Let's Get Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I think I have it together.  And then God lets me know I don't.  I was asked to facilitate our ladies' Bible study at church this summer.  I guess my desire for God's Word and my wish to have others know it overshadowed my lack of organizational skills in the mind of the sweet woman who asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was doing pretty well.  Until last night. Last night was our first night to meet.  I had recruited group leaders.  (Actually, God provided most of them!  Go God!)  I had shuffled and re-shuffled the groups until I was satisfied.  I had typed out some instructions for the group leaders and a sheet of questions to ask next week.  I had created a list of the ladies' names and which group they were in, as well as a list of each group by color.  I had enlisted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to be home in plenty of time for me to be there at least half an hour early.  I was feeling --dare I say it-- rather together.   And  I had done much of it while watching two extra children (for a total of six girls ages nine and under)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as I walked into church, I realized I forgot the name tags!  The big jumbled box of name tags that I had also forgotten to put into neat bags according to their group.  I also had forgotten my mobile phone.  A very kind friend let me call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; on her phone, and he agreed to bring up the forgotten name tags.  (Living only 5 minutes away from church has its advantages!)  As I was waiting, one of the group leaders reminded me that she had asked for certain ladies to be in her group.  I had placed them together initially, but I forgot to write it down.  So in all the shuffling and reshuffling this group got separated.  Fortunately, it was early enough for me to do a quick re-reshuffling and put them back in her group.  The messy box of name tags arrived, and some helpful women (who must have had the gifts of service and organization)  helped arrange the name tags and facilitate registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone settled into her group and it was time for me to give the introduction.  (This is my favorite part.  I really enjoy speaking to groups.  Weird, huh?)  Of course, the microphone had dead batteries.  I enlisted the help of the woman who does this during the school year, and she suggested robbing the batteries from another microphone.  They worked!  I talked. The groups visited.  We watched the video.  I hope everyone left satisfied.  Not satisfied in me or my performance.  (Which was rather pitiful.)  But satisfied in God.  Looking forward to what He is going to do in their lives over the next few weeks.  God is amazing.  I trust Him to overcome all my deficiencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be wary of feeling together any time soon.  The only together I want is being together with Jesus.  And that's the only together that matters!&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/7747051455940290990-9177199309864148309?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/9177199309864148309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=9177199309864148309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/9177199309864148309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/9177199309864148309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/06/lets-get-together.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Together'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-2067915306924201388</id><published>2007-06-01T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T15:43:39.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramdomness'/><title type='text'>K-12 School Memories Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agracioushome.com"&gt;Sallie &lt;/a&gt;created this meme and posted it on her blog.  I thought this was appropriate for today since today is our last day of sit-down school.  (We do have a handful of field trips on the horizon.)  It's fun to think what my children will answer to these questions years from now.  (I know who their favorite teacher will be!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apple Jacks or Captain Crunch with Crunch Berries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Jacks (Although Frosted Flakes was my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band or Choir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School band (clarinet and Flag Corps) and church youth choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class Ring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a silver James Avery ring rather than a class ring. We didn't get class rings until midway through our junior year, and I thought it was too much money to spend on something I would only wear a year and a half. (I knew I wouldn't wear my high school ring in college.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ducks or Battleships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind-up penguins and turtles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Earning Money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little babysitting.  I also worked at Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fil&lt;/span&gt;-A my senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. P. my second grade teacher who played accordion. Mr. D., my band director. Mrs. K., my high school Biology II and Anatomy/Physiology teacher. Mrs. S., my high school English teacher for three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Back and Do Over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have enjoyed the moments, learned more for the sake of learning rather than for the test, trusted God more, worried less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home Economics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never took Home Economics. I was too busy with all the academic classes. It probably would have been rather helpful. (Although I already knew some things from 4-H.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indoor Recess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always liked indoor recess.  Since I'm not an athlete, the indoor games were more my speed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacks or Jump Rope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I did both at home (Chinese jump rope was my favorite!), I don't remember doing either at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kickball or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dodgeball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither.  Did I mention I'm not an athlete?  But I did prefer kickball to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dodgeball&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dodgeball&lt;/span&gt; scared me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunchbox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite lunch box was a metal one with a sweet picture of a young girl.  It wasn't any character, just a beautiful scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Musical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school was too small to do musicals. I did perform in every band concert. I did either four or five musicals with youth choir at church, two of which we took on choir tours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number of School Districts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a private school for kindergarten and first grade then went to the same public school from second through twelfth grade. (When I started going the entire school was on one campus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orange or Apple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked both (still do), but preferred oranges (still do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playground Equipment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it all.  Swings. Slide. Monkey bars.  I think the merry-go-round was my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiz Team or Debate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school had neither.  But I did participate in a Mock Trial competition.  That was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing on the merry-go-round or monkey bars.  Visiting with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spring Break&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In junior high and high school, I went on a few church youth group retreats. They were great experiences! I didn't take a "real" spring break trip until my honeymoon my senior year of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Team Sports&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Flag Corps count? I did try to play sports in junior high. I wasn't good. I was so glad that four years of marching band counted for my P.E. credits in high school! (Did I mention I'm not an athlete?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfulfilled Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of marrying a godly man and staying home to raise my children.  That's what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valuable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to read. I really didn't learn much that I use or remember from my school years, but reading has taught me so much! I also learned some cool mental math tricks when I did math competitions in late elementary and junior high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walk or Bus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived too far to walk. My mom or a friend's mom drove us to and from school most years. I did spend about a year having to ride the bus. Then my mom got a job teaching at my school, so she drove us again, until my senior year, when I had a car and drove myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X Country or Basketball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither.  (Did I mention I'm not athletic?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freshman year. I was still a relatively new Christian and had grown so much the summer before. I was still on a spiritual high! Everything was new about school. That year was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Zzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;’s&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My most boring class was senior economics/government. The textbook was dry and uninteresting and our teacher did not have the passion for her subject matter to overcome it. I now have a much better understanding of both subjects thanks to reading the wonderful works of people like &lt;a href="http://www.gmu.edu/departments/economics/wew/articles.html"&gt;Walter Williams&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.townhall.com/columnists/thomassowell/archive.shtml"&gt;Thomas Sowell.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7747051455940290990-2067915306924201388?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/2067915306924201388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=2067915306924201388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/2067915306924201388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/2067915306924201388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/06/k-12-school-memories-meme.html' title='K-12 School Memories Meme'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-306069125905802161</id><published>2007-05-25T11:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:34:30.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramdomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>The Cat's Meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlcTMXnJMiI/AAAAAAAAABM/zU1SHzrsmio/s1600-h/IMG_3214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlcTMXnJMiI/AAAAAAAAABM/zU1SHzrsmio/s320/IMG_3214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068541008846336546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not to be outdone by a dog, our cat, Patches, has been choosing some unusual poses lately.   Here she reclines on a bench that belongs to the girls.  She jumped up here herself, and when I noticed where she was lying, I had to get a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlcXUXnJMkI/AAAAAAAAABc/ramyP10C2Io/s1600-h/IMG_3007_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlcXUXnJMkI/AAAAAAAAABc/ramyP10C2Io/s320/IMG_3007_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068545544331801154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now she's sitting on Faith's shelves.  I don't know if she got up here herself or if the girls put her up here.  But she did stay up there a while.   Finally, they messed with her enough that she wanted down.  She is a very patient and tolerant cat.  She endures much loving from a particular daughter, but she is seldom cross even with the overly-affectionate child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlcY2nnJMlI/AAAAAAAAABk/0oOfr6NtVXI/s1600-h/IMG_3113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlcY2nnJMlI/AAAAAAAAABk/0oOfr6NtVXI/s320/IMG_3113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068547232253948498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a very naughty Patches on our dining room table investigating one of the bouquets the girls received after their dance recital.  I've caught her on the table a handful of times, often looking for food.  I hope she seldom gets up here, but I don't know where she prowls when we're all asleep!  (And, yes, that is a bookshelf in our dining room!  We have two more, and I'm hoping for another!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlcbSnnJMnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9b_Qxowar5U/s1600-h/IMG_3224_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlcbSnnJMnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9b_Qxowar5U/s320/IMG_3224_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068549912313541234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A couple of nights ago I caught Patches working on the computer.  I think she might want her own blog!  I don't think she's a particularly accurate typist, but she sure is cute!  And this desk is what happens when two disorganized people marry.  And then start a home business requiring paperwork.  And homeschool on top of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/Rlcck3nJMoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9EN8FUU3UAk/s1600-h/IMG_3226_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/Rlcck3nJMoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9EN8FUU3UAk/s320/IMG_3226_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068551325357781634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now Patches is studying the Bible!  Maybe she can help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; with the difficult passage he's teaching for Sunday School on Sunday!  I'm usually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s "research assistant," but if we learn to speak cat, maybe Patches can help out on occasion.  I think she has applied the "be patient, bearing with one another in love" part quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that not only taking these pictures, but posting them says something about me.  I just hope it's something good!  Now it's time for a cat nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747051455940290990-306069125905802161?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/306069125905802161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=306069125905802161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/306069125905802161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/306069125905802161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/05/cats-meow.html' title='The Cat&apos;s Meow'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlcTMXnJMiI/AAAAAAAAABM/zU1SHzrsmio/s72-c/IMG_3214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-3485269460939945279</id><published>2007-05-24T12:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T13:23:24.093-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramdomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>It's a Dog's Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlXOBHnJMaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QknssKo4rwY/s1600-h/IMG_3218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlXOBHnJMaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QknssKo4rwY/s320/IMG_3218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068183474293780898" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Recently our animals have been choosing very unusual places to sit!  Yesterday we caught Callie lying on our new patio table!  She appeared to be enjoying it quite a bit. After I took the picture, we shooed her off the table so she sat in one of the ch&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;airs.  The chair was between&lt;br /&gt;the table and the deck railing, and at first she couldn't figure our how to get down.  A dog treat solved that problem!  (And then we cleaned the table!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlXXWXnJMhI/AAAAAAAAABE/a_VgaO4i1Ks/s1600-h/IMG_3222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlXXWXnJMhI/AAAAAAAAABE/a_VgaO4i1Ks/s320/IMG_3222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068193734970651154" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Here she is in the chair, looking pitiful!  I think she's saying, "Please let me sit here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlXQIHnJMeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Xra6gJ89_60/s1600-h/IMG_2901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlXQIHnJMeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Xra6gJ89_60/s320/IMG_2901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068185793576120802" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;This isn't her first time to choose a table for her bed.  Here she is lying on a small table in our yard.  I really wish I could have seen her get on the table.  I don't know how she got on without turning it over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlXSCXnJMfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Vz5udgthFaQ/s1600-h/IMG_2373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlXSCXnJMfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Vz5udgthFaQ/s320/IMG_2373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068187893815128562" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;And here she is sitting in a lawn chair!  Once again, I wish I could have seen her get in it without upsetting it!  The funny thing is that she has never been allowed on the furniture when she is in the house.  The only time she ever gets on our furniture is when she jumps on one of the girls beds when she is scared (usually of the vacuum) or when she is trying to avoid having to get in her kennel.  But somehow she feels very comfortable on the outdoor furniture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Next post:  Our cat doing some Bible study, some floral arranging, and a little bit of work on the computer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747051455940290990-3485269460939945279?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/3485269460939945279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=3485269460939945279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/3485269460939945279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/3485269460939945279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-dogs-life.html' title='It&apos;s a Dog&apos;s Life!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PcyEVjN6Yx0/RlXOBHnJMaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QknssKo4rwY/s72-c/IMG_3218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-1021396163453305517</id><published>2007-05-22T17:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:35:28.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramdomness'/><title type='text'>A Side of Ribs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to the doctor yesterday because I had been having pain along my lower left ribs for several days.  At first I figured I had somehow strained a muscle or ligament, but when the pain didn't go away, I decided I should make sure it wasn't something more serious.  He told me I had somehow injured a rib!  I don't know how.  I don't remember doing anything that would cause that much pain.  But, since those ribs are right at elbow height, he said I could have even injured it by sleeping on my arm funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I may have injured myself by sleeping!  And I'm good at sleeping!  Guess I need to practice more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the only thing that will heal my rib is time to let my body heal itself.  But Naproxen does help with the pain.  He also told me to try to avoid doing anything that hurts.  The &lt;del&gt; bad &lt;/del&gt; good thing is that most housework hurts.  So I get a little sabbatical from housework!  Unfortunately this extra load falls to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, who is so overworked right now with his job and researching another business prospect.  Maybe this would be a good time to teach Faith and Hope some new housekeeping skills.  (This would be a bit easier if they didn't mind the sound of the vacuum.  It's really not that loud.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've set up the Stuff-Mart pool, so maybe I can tie the extra housework to extra swimming time!  However, since it looks like rain, I may have to wait until tomorrow to try it.&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/7747051455940290990-1021396163453305517?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/1021396163453305517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=1021396163453305517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/1021396163453305517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/1021396163453305517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/05/side-of-ribs.html' title='A Side of Ribs'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-4435057694588195475</id><published>2007-05-16T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T14:18:42.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Going to the Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dentists have come a long way since I was a child.  I always dreaded going to the dentist, but all four of my girls LOVE going to the dentist! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to a pediatric dentist, and he and his staff do a terrific job of making what could be an unpleasant experience FUN!  The office is decorated in a train motif with toy trains to play with and a model train running along tracks near the ceiling.  The hygienists are all great with children and help them get over any nervousness.  The dentist is also wonderful with the girls and does a good job of answering any questions I have.  And then there's the Treasure Box.  At the end of each visit, the girls get to go choose a toy.  I think this is what they like most about the dentist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we have four sets of clean teeth, no cavities, four new toothbrushes, four flosses,  three plastic spyglasses, and one set of miniature Go Fish cards.  Not bad for a trip to the dentist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We topped off our trip to the dentist with a stop by the grocery store.  I thought it might be nice to have some food to eat.  I had a list of five things and came out with thirty-eight!  While a few were impulse buys, most were things I had forgotten we were out of or were things we liked that were on sale.  So now I have no excuse not to cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7747051455940290990-4435057694588195475?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/4435057694588195475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=4435057694588195475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4435057694588195475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4435057694588195475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/05/going-to-dentist.html' title='Going to the Dentist'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-4796801295641077215</id><published>2007-05-10T11:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:36:20.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>What is Worship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, after our Bible time (reading Philippians) Faith revealed that she was unsure about what worship really is.  Somehow she had gotten the idea that worship always involved some special feeling and maybe even changing circumstances.  She has been sitting with us in church for over four years now and has had weekly opportunities to observe the corporate worship of our church body as well as how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and I worship.  But we had not really taken the time to explicitly teach our children about what worship is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we just thought that watching others worship, along with learning the Bible at home and at church, would naturally result in the understanding of and practice of worship.  It didn't!  She was so relieved to hear that worship isn't a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; but an action, a response to God, a belief.  Often feelings do accompany our worship, but they do not define what worship is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I want to include instruction about worship in our training of our girls.  This won't be a formal "worship lesson," but I hope to address worship as we do life, maybe taking some extra time on Saturday to help her prepare to worship God on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But worship isn't just singing songs at church.  It's living a life that glorifies God and lifts up Jesus in all things.  It's praying.  It's studying, memorizing, and meditating on God's Word.  It's being kind to family members and friends.  It's being a good neighbor.  It's making choices about what we watch and listen to that honor God rather than just doing what everyone else does.  It's doing things we don't care for without complaining or arguing.  It's being joyful.  It's loving God and others.  As Louie Giglio says, "Worship is a way of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live a life of worship, and I want to teach my children to do the same.  Because, whether I recognize it or not, my life is all about Jesus!&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/7747051455940290990-4796801295641077215?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/4796801295641077215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=4796801295641077215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4796801295641077215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4796801295641077215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-is-worship.html' title='What is Worship?'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-3862374422317310006</id><published>2007-05-08T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:53:37.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><title type='text'>Spelling Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope has decided she wants to learn spelling.  Even though she is in the second grade, we have only had a brief time of spelling instruction.  The spelling curriculum I have used with Faith (&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=827394&amp;netp_id=436430&amp;amp;event=ESRCN%7C1185653%7C1016&amp;amp;item_code=WW"&gt;Spelling Power&lt;/a&gt;) recommended starting at age 8, which is third grade.  Earlier this year Hope begged to do spelling, so we did the first few short vowel lessons.  But she lost interest when the long vowels were introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have discovered &lt;a href="http://simplycharlottemason.com/books/spellingwisdom/"&gt;Spelling Wisdom&lt;/a&gt;.  This is perfect for Hope.  She is given a brief quotation to study for a period of a few days and then I dictate the passage to her, checking her spelling.  Since she is familiar with many of the words already, she only has to really concentrate on a few.  This seems to give her confidence, since not all the words are unfamiliar to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like that she is exposed to good quotes as opposed to lists of random words.  Later the curriculum moves to short passages and even poems.  The author selected the quotes/passages based on the most commonly used words.  Although we've just started using Spelling Wisdom, I think we have found a great fit for our family!&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/7747051455940290990-3862374422317310006?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/3862374422317310006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=3862374422317310006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/3862374422317310006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/3862374422317310006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/05/spelling-wisdom.html' title='Spelling Wisdom'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-6818075773506611828</id><published>2007-05-02T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:45:20.104-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thus Far'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pits'/><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I've noticed that when women get together drama often ensues.  I don't really know why, but I've seen it time and time again.  For some of us, the desire for approval causes us to see each unintentional slight, each difference of opinion as a personal affront and evidence that we are somehow unworthy.  Some of us have difficulty handling conflict, so we either avoid it or are so nervous that we come across wrong.   Some of us, in a desire to feel understood or important, share unflattering things about other women with our friends.  Maybe my sample population is really unusual - I hope it is- but female drama seems very common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the drama starts young.  In a house full of girls, I see it as they interact with each other, but it is even clearer when young friends play together.  Today my girls played with several friends and, of course, drama made its appearance.  Sometimes my girls initiated the drama, sometimes they escalated it,  and sometimes they were uninvolved.  And this wasn't an isolated incident.  I have seen girls manipulate, lie, cry, pout, and throw fits in order to control the situation or control each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen grown women do the same things in "socially acceptable" ways.  Why?  Why do we make mountains out of molehills?  Why do we gravitate toward drama?  Two reasons that are true for me are insecurity and control, and they are both related.  I am often insecure in my relationships.  I have seldom been secure enough in my relationship to God to really be OK if someone doesn't like me.  (And not everyone will.)  I'm often not secure enough to be myself and let God bring me into healthy friendships.   And I am insecure with other women.  I fear rejection.   I fear that a difference of opinion means a dislike of who I am.  So I take things personally.  I blow things out of proportion.  I just give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out of this insecurity grows control.  If I don't call her, don't invite her over, don't initiate a conversation, she can't hurt me.  I've shut myself out, but I didn't give her the power to hurt me.  Or I become who I think she wants me to be.  I agree with her opinions, act the way I think she wants me to act, and pretend my way through the relationship.  It's my way of controlling, of making sure she'll be my friend.  But still I fear that if she knew who I really am that she would not be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting out of my pit was the first step in my establishing healthy relationships.  But I have to continue to reach out, to be lovingly real, and to choose to let Jesus be my ultimate source of affirmation, acceptance, and love.  To know that since He loves me I am worthy.  To know that no rejection (real or perceived) can make me any less valuable in God's eyes.  I need to know that HE IS ENOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think as long as we are on this earth we will be exposed to some amount of drama, but I pray that God will continue to grow my love for and knowledge of Him that I am secure in Him.  I pray that He will give me the maturity, discernment, wisdom, and love to not initiate the drama and not to escalate the drama initiated by others, but to be a minister of reconciliation and to give grace to all who hear me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now all these things are from God, Who reconciled us to Himself through Christ, and gave us the ministry of reconciliation.                                                                                                                                                            ~2 Cor. 5:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let no unwholesome word proceed from your mouth, but only such a word as is good for edification according to the need of the moment, that it may give grace to those who hear.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                              ~Eph. 4: 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7747051455940290990-6818075773506611828?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6818075773506611828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=6818075773506611828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6818075773506611828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6818075773506611828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/05/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-7254003208109900536</id><published>2007-05-01T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T13:15:42.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Slowing Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This weekend was busy but very good.  On Friday I was able to accompany a friend to the airport in a neighboring city to transport our guest speaker for the Ladies Conference to our town.  She and her assistant were both so nice and I enjoyed getting to meet them both.  My sweet mom had come in town, so she watched the girls so I could go.  The speaker we were meeting had spoken at an event at her church a few months ago, and she was glad I had the chance to spend some time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls danced beautifully in their recital.  Faith is a natural performer!  She smiled big for her tap and showed her serious and graceful side during her ballet.  Hope has struggled with tap this year, but she did OK, and her ballet was quite good.  I could see some grace that she is developing.  Grace was a bit reluctant, but she did get up on stage and dance.  Joy was joyful!  She embellished the dance with lots of lovely twirls and kicks.  Everyone around us noticed her.  All four enjoyed their beautiful bouquets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has slowed down this week.  Dance class is over until September.  I think all four girls (and one in particular) are ready for the break.  Faith and Hope have only one more day of children's choir at church until the performance this Sunday.  All we have left for AWANA are Fun Night and Awards Night.  And we only have 23 days more of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've been using the extra time to be scientific and creative.  Yesterday they caught bugs in the front yard to observe.  Today they are playing with sidewalk chalk.  The older two have also spent the past two days making "people" out of craft sticks and scraps of fabric that will be a birthday present for Joy and Grace.  Faith got the idea after making a diorama for AWANA.  I'm so glad that I let her figure out how to make the figures in the scene instead of telling her that she could dress up small dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May is going to be a great month.  Playing outside.  Picnics.  An out of town field trip.  Fun.  Imagination.  God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7747051455940290990-7254003208109900536?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/7254003208109900536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=7254003208109900536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7254003208109900536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7254003208109900536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/05/slowing-down.html' title='Slowing Down'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-1732091848585363707</id><published>2007-04-25T13:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:37:44.104-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>Wish I Could Get Paid for Doing Nothing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and I decided it would be wise not to have our phone number listed in the phone book.  He gives out his mobile number for business reasons, but we have had people (including an unstable customer) call our home.  We would prefer not to deal with this again and also for our address to be less visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I called the phone company to have our number not listed in next year's phone book.   The customer service representative said it costs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over two dollars a month &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;to have your number in the phone book!!  If we also want to not be included in directory assistance the total goes up to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$4.50!  A MONTH!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, hey, it costs the phone company so much to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOTHING!  &lt;/span&gt;There's the ink they won't use to publish our number.  There's the directing those who call to the recording saying our number is unlisted instead of to the recording with our number.  And these must be recurring expenses.  Because we will be paying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every month!&lt;/span&gt;  Where else do you pay extra NOT to do something.  The grocery store doesn't charge extra if I don't want my milk in a bag.  Restaurants don't charge extra if I don't want a side item.  (Most even let me substitute something else for no extra charge!)  The car wash doesn't charge me extra not to vacuum my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have the right to decide if we want our number published or unpublished.  And we should not have to pay them for that right!  If they wanted to charge a small one-time fee for their trouble (I mean, someone probably spends two minutes typing in our request)  I wouldn't complain.  But to charge me every month for something that doesn't cost them a thing!  That's just wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, my rant is now over.  I can resume normal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7747051455940290990-1732091848585363707?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/1732091848585363707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=1732091848585363707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/1732091848585363707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/1732091848585363707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/04/wish-i-could-get-paid-for-doing-nothing.html' title='Wish I Could Get Paid for Doing Nothing!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-445208855736518160</id><published>2007-04-24T11:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:38:24.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letting Go'/><title type='text'>Tough Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm finally feeling better from my sinus infection!  I guess a cortisone shot and a Z-pack will do that.  Even with those it has taken several days to feel better, and I'm still tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is a busy one.  Dance recital is Saturday.  All 4 girls are dancing.  Faith is dancing in three numbers (her tap, her ballet, and helping the kindergarteners), Hope is in two (her tap and her ballet), and Joy and Grace are in the preschool number.  Rehearsal is Saturday morning and the recital is in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's not enough our church is holding a big ladies' conference with nationally-known speakers on Friday evening and Saturday until mid-afternoon.  I'm helping out, so I need to be there as much as possible.  So I want to be two places at once!  And since I haven't figured out how to duplicate myself, I have to make some tough choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is coming down, so I think she and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; will be able to handle dress rehearsal without me.  I'm sad to miss it, and have struggled some with where I need to be the most.  Some of my struggle is with letting go.  I sometimes think I'm the only one who can do things for the girls.  Or at least I'm the only one who can do it right.  Ouch!  It hurts to admit that.  It's not very pretty.  But it's something that I'm asking God to change.  And this weekend I get the chance to practice.  I'll leave the girls in the capable hands of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and my mom and trust them to take care of everything while I serve the ladies at our conference.  Because, really, wherever I am, God is in control of it all.  And He can do it better than I can!&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/7747051455940290990-445208855736518160?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/445208855736518160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=445208855736518160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/445208855736518160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/445208855736518160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/04/tough-choices.html' title='Tough Choices'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-9113236485573289796</id><published>2007-04-17T13:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:39:04.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life improvement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home improvement'/><title type='text'>Extreme Makeover, Allegy Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are so many things I don't know about Heaven.  But I do know this:  There are no allergies in Heaven!  Praise God!  I have been dealing with major allergy crud since Friday.  I have been stuffy and had a sore throat and a cough.  Sometimes I feel OK, and other times I feel lousy.  So I've been vacillating about whether to go to the doctor.  I don't have time to go until Thursday, so I have some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the week I'm feeling bad is the week we finally are able to get carpet installed.  Faith and Hope have had cement floors for TWO MONTHS now!  So I guess it's about time.  Had we known this weekend that the carpet installers were coming today, we could have painted the final coat of paint (the orange took THREE COATS) on Faith's walls and move ALL THE STUFF out of the girls' rooms.  But since I found this out yesterday afternoon, we had to do all that last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; invited our Sunday School class to our house on Friday for a gathering.  (Hey, maybe they can help us organize the girls' rooms!  That would be a fun evening, wouldn't it?)  Or maybe not.  So tonight we get to move everything back.  Or actually move the big things back, since I want them to go through their toys and smaller things before we move them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think about the mess and the trouble that painting three rooms and putting new carpet and floors in has been, I think about the improvements God is making in my life.  Sometimes I have to get rid of some things.  Sometimes He moves everything around.  Sometimes when I let God fix one part of me I realize how much another part of my life needs attention.  (The new floors made me notice my dirty walls more than ever!)  And one day, my home and my life will be beautiful and orderly inside and out!  Until then, I must continue to patiently submit to the changes, even when they are inconvenient and I have three rooms of furniture and stuff in my living room and dining room.  May my life and my home both be a reflection of His glory!                &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/7747051455940290990-9113236485573289796?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/9113236485573289796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=9113236485573289796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/9113236485573289796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/9113236485573289796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/04/extreme-makeover-allegy-edition.html' title='Extreme Makeover, Allegy Edition'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-7573204775691776048</id><published>2007-04-12T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T12:37:34.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thus Far'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cross'/><title type='text'>Take Up Your Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A couple of days ago I read a familiar Bible verse and it struck me in a way it never has before.  God likes to shake me up like that sometimes.  I was doing my read the Bible through in a year plan.  (Which I do faithfully for a few days, forget a day or three, and then play catch-up for a couple of days!)  I was reading Luke 14, and when I read verse 27 I began thinking about what Jesus' followers' reaction must have been.   "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whoever does not bear his own cross and come after Me cannot be My disciple."  ~Luke 14:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We see this verse from the other side of the Cross than they did.  When we hear about the Cross, we immediately think of Jesus.  How He died for our sins.  How we are to imitate Him.  But Jesus' followers didn't know any of this.  To them the cross was a painful, humiliating, shameful  way for criminals to die.  I'm sure NO ONE wanted to have anything to do with a cross!  In researching this verse I read what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bible Knowledge Commentary &lt;/span&gt;had to say:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"When the Roman Empire crucified a criminal or captive, the victim was often forced to carry his cross part of the way to the crucifixion site.  Carrying his cross through the heart of the city was supposed to be a tacit admission that the Roman Empire  was correct in the sentence of death imposed on him, an admission that the Rome was right and he was wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is what Jesus calls us to do.  To admit to ourselves and to others that Jesus is right and our flesh is wrong!  To risk pain and humiliation and discomfort to follow Him!  And according to Luke 9:23 we are to take up our cross daily.  Daily because our flesh will reassert itself daily and needs denying daily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So while we see in the Cross the beauty of God's redemptive plan, Jesus' disciples saw only ugliness, pain, humiliation, and shame.  Yet Jesus called them to that.  He calls us to that .  To go somewhere that seems ugly, painful, humiliating, and (in the eyes of the world and the eyes of our flesh) shameful!  I know I can only do this if I am relying on His power!  In my own strength I will always choose the safe, the easy, the popular.   May I choose His power to walk His way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father, fill me with Your power to choose Your way.  Even when it is painful.  Even when it is embarrassing to my flesh.  Even when I can't see Your plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way it is rather difficult to write some cool God-stuff with the Veggie Tales Boyz in the Sink CD playing in the background!  It's so funny I get distracted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7747051455940290990-7573204775691776048?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/7573204775691776048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=7573204775691776048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7573204775691776048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7573204775691776048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/04/take-up-your-cross.html' title='Take Up Your Cross'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-144374706156900569</id><published>2007-04-10T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:58:05.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>He Is Risen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jesus is risen!  He was risen Easter Sunday when it was cold and rainy.  He was risen yesterday when my allergies flared up and I felt lousy.  He is risen today when my children are tired and grumpy.  As a Christian, I should celebrate Jesus' resurrection every day!  Because every day His resurrection power is available to me!  Because every day I can celebrate God's gift of salvation!  Because He is worthy of my praise and celebration every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though the day we call Easter was so cold I had to wear a coat and boots to church... even though I spilled water on myself at church... even though my allergies were causing me pain... even though Jack was so exhausted that he took a three hour nap... even though the day didn't turn out as I had hoped, I did not miss Easter.  Easter is today.  And tomorrow.  And every day of my life.  And Easter doesn't end then.  Easter will be celebrated throughout all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain,&lt;br /&gt;to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength&lt;br /&gt;and honor and glory and praise!"&lt;br /&gt;Rev. 5:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He is risen!  He is worthy!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7747051455940290990-144374706156900569?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/144374706156900569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=144374706156900569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/144374706156900569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/144374706156900569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/04/he-is-risen.html' title='He Is Risen!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-8897688513740822431</id><published>2007-04-07T17:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:40:28.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Pre-Easter Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night Hope told me that she thought we should be especially kind to each other this weekend because people were so unkind to Jesus when the weekend of His crucifixion.  While I had had grand plans of a deeply meaningful discussion of the events of Good Friday, we really had only had a short conversation or 2 about it.  But she got it anyway!  I am often amazed by the spiritual insight of my children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we woke up to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;COLD!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We had a big Easter festival at church and I wore a jacket, a scarf, and gloves!  And I was still cold!  The girls still had fun, but they were definitely ready for the finale of the Easter egg "hunt" (actually, it's more of a "gather" than a "hunt,"  since the eggs are just strewn over the grass).  They gathered lots of eggs and, of course, now have way too much candy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'s sister and brother-in-law and their daughter came to the festival then to our house for lunch.  We had a nice visit, and the girls even went out to play badminton in the cold.  Right after lunch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; went outside to see something and noticed it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;SLEETING!!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In our neck of the woods, sleet is rare enough in winter, but I've never heard of it in April!  I guess I'll be wearing a coat over my cute new dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to get ready for the Lord's Supper service at our church.  I always find this to be such a meaningful time.  It's beautiful and reverent and such a perfect time to reflect on Jesus death and resurrection.  Faith and Hope will be participating in the Lord's Supper.  I love having 2 daughters who know Jesus!  I hope Joy and Grace will be quiet (as much as 4 year olds can) so we can meditate on Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Remembrance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7747051455940290990-8897688513740822431?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/8897688513740822431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=8897688513740822431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/8897688513740822431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/8897688513740822431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/04/pre-easter-musings.html' title='Pre-Easter Musings'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-1333530509350901462</id><published>2007-04-04T11:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:40:50.116-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Madame President</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Yesterday we had the election of officers for our 4-H club.  Because we had more available offices than qualifying members, we knew Faith would get an office.  She decided she wanted to be president.  When I asked her why she said it was because she liked to talk in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes by it naturally.  Both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and I think public speaking is fun.  He gave the message at evening church a few weeks ago and did a great job!  I have gotten to facilitate a few Bible studies at church and my favorite part was the time when I got to give my opening remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although two other kids also ran for president, Faith did win the election.  She looks forward to leading our meetings next year.  She'll do a great job!  Because she not only inherited our fondness for public speaking, she also has a quality neither of us naturally possess:  organization.  (But I'm relying on God's power to enable me to create and maintain order in my home.)  Isn't God good!  He uses our strengths to glorify Himself.  And He gives us His strength to compensate for our weaknesses!&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/7747051455940290990-1333530509350901462?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/1333530509350901462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=1333530509350901462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/1333530509350901462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/1333530509350901462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/04/madame-president.html' title='Madame President'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-605261057839811641</id><published>2007-04-03T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:48:47.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resurrection'/><title type='text'>Resurrection Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/PAULPE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNXpymkGPr4/RhPY79WJJrI/AAAAAAAAAmM/qBq3aY0IuL0/s1600/carnival_of_beauty.jpg" alt="[carnival_of_beauty.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my entry for the Carnival of Beauty.  &lt;del&gt;Since I'm new to the world of blogging, I don't know how to insert the cool Carnival of Beauty button.&lt;/del&gt;     Hey, I figured it out!  Go see Lindsey at &lt;a href="http://www.justenjoythejourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;justenjoythejourney.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for more wonderful entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life with four children means that all the meaningful reflection on the death and resurrection of Jesus that I would like to do gets compressed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gifts and new dresses and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eggs --hunting them, playing with them, dying them.  As well as by the ordinary  lessons, meetings, homeschooling,  playing, and arguing of everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Resurrection is the most important thing in the life of believers.  Sometimes I only think of the resurrection in terms of the future -- when I die I will go to live in Heaven.  But the Resurrection is for now.  For every day.  For every hour.  For every breath.  Paul writes in Phil. 3:10, "I want to know Christ and the power of His resurrection."  He prays for the Ephesian believers to know "His incomparably great power for us who believe.  That power is like the working of His mighty strength which He exerted in Christ when He raised Him from the dead" (Eph. 19-20).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Col. 1:29 Paul says, "To this end I labor, struggling with all His energy (or power), which so powerfully works in me."  God wants to empower us with His resurrection power!  Not just for the "big" things.  Not just for the "church" things.  For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything!  &lt;/span&gt;God wants to give me His Resurrection power to be patient with my children.  God wants to fill me with His Resurrection power to organize my home.  God wants to empower me with His Resurrection power for whatever I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it great to know we have the same power that raised Christ Jesus from the dead at work in us!  No matter how hard the task, no matter how seemingly insurmountable the obstacle, if God has called us to do something, He gives us His Resurrection power to accomplish it.  God used that power to lift me out of the pit I had tried to climb out of by myself for years.  For that I am especially grateful this Easter season.&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/7747051455940290990-605261057839811641?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/605261057839811641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=605261057839811641' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/605261057839811641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/605261057839811641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/04/resurrection-power.html' title='Resurrection Power'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zNXpymkGPr4/RhPY79WJJrI/AAAAAAAAAmM/qBq3aY0IuL0/s72-c/carnival_of_beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-6603368854156080122</id><published>2007-04-02T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T17:10:49.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><title type='text'>The New Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got to go shopping this weekend.  For clothes.  For me.  All by myself!  (Look, Ma, no kids!)  And I actually found a couple of things that fit and that I liked.  I wore one of my new dresses to church yesterday and was feeling great about it until a twinge of guilt came on.  After all, I didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; that dress (or that really cute pair of shoes!).  I had other dresses and other shoes in my closet.  Was I just wasteful?  Immediately, I felt God's Spirit whisper to me that He created us all to enjoy beauty and variety.  Just look at the beautiful spring flowers!  Not one variety, but so many!  And each season has its own beauty.  Our world is ever-changing.  We are ever-changing.  So it's OK if my wardrobe changes, too.  (Of course only if I am not going overboard and it's OK with Jack!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank You, Father, for the gift of newness.  New seasons.  New flowers.  Even new clothes.  But most especially for new life in Christ!&lt;/span&gt;&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/7747051455940290990-6603368854156080122?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6603368854156080122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=6603368854156080122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6603368854156080122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/6603368854156080122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-dress.html' title='The New Dress'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-4370038315044479109</id><published>2007-03-30T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:42:01.632-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warfare'/><title type='text'>The Devil Fights Dirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever God gives us a spiritual breakthrough we can count on opposition.  I wish this weren't true, but it has happened over and over again in my life.  This week was no different.  At least this time the enemy had to try several different tactics before he found one that could shake me up.  (Temporarily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to make me feel overwhelmed by the busy week I jumped into after returning from the conference.  Didn't work.  He wanted me to feel resentful that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; had to work late this week.  Didn't work.  He tempted me to feel sorry for myself because I was tired.  Didn't work.  So then he started playing dirty.  He got to me through one of my children.  Yesterday one of my girls had a major meltdown.  One that was ugly and that lasted quite a while.  I tried everything!  Nothing worked!  Finally she calmed down and was fine the rest of the day.  But I wasn't.  I saw the folly of some of my desperate measures and felt like a Bad Mom.  That Bad Mom feeling has finally gone, and I am praying for God's wisdom in handling any future meltdowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to recognize all of Satan's schemes so I can call on God's power to withstand them!  "No temptation has seized you except what is common to man.  And God is faithful; He will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you can bear.  But when you are tempted, He will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it."  - I Cor. 10:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7747051455940290990-4370038315044479109?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/4370038315044479109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=4370038315044479109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4370038315044479109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/4370038315044479109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/03/devil-fights-dirty.html' title='The Devil Fights Dirty'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-7758628236343294179</id><published>2007-03-29T13:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:42:43.730-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thus Far'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pits'/><title type='text'>Unexpected Release</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    When I sensed that God had released me from the pit, there were many things I expected to think &amp;amp; feel - and I did.  Freedom to be who God made me without worrying about if other people will accept me and approve of me.  No more feeling like everyone secretly dislikes me.  Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were aspects to my pit I didn't know about.  And now that I'm free, I see how free I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; has had to work late every day this week.  Normally I would feel upset about it.  And deep down I would feel like he cared about work more than he cared about me or our family.  I would fight these feelings, sometimes successfully, sometimes not, but they were definitely there.  But this week has been different.  No feeling unimportant.  No accusing phone calls.  ("You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;said &lt;/span&gt;you would be home an hour ago!   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;)  No feeling sorry for myself.  No anger.  I was peaceful and supportive even when it wasn't convenient (having to pick up a daughter from ballet when I hadn't planned for it).  None of my new response has anything to do with me.  It's all from God.  Because He pulled me out of my pit, I no longer fear and compete with my husbands' work.  God does so many amazing things...even when we don't expect them!&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/7747051455940290990-7758628236343294179?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/7758628236343294179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=7758628236343294179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7758628236343294179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7758628236343294179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/03/unexpected-release.html' title='Unexpected Release'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-707335101350898683</id><published>2007-03-28T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T11:53:32.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thus Far'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pits'/><title type='text'>The Pits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    God pulled me out of the pit last weekend.  My pit wasn't a small ditch that I'd only been in a short time, but a massive below-ground network that I had lived in for over 20 years.  It didn't start out that big, but other people and I kept adding to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was initially thrown in over 20 years ago, when I was 10.  My fifth-grade year the girls in my class began excluding and ostracizing me.  I still don't know what motivated them.  This began a three and a half year season of rejection, teasing, and exclusion.  Not that I never had any friends during that time.  I had several people who were friends for a short time, but moved on after a while.  In the midst of this, my pit  was  deepened by my parents'  divorce.   My response to the pit of rejection was fear of rejection and an almost desperate desire for people to like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God changed my circumstances when I was in the eighth grade.  A group of nice girls befriended me, and we remained friends through high school.  That year was also the year I accepted Jesus as my Savior.  We were at a new church, and I began to have a few friends there, in addition to my school friends.  (I went to school in a small town outside the larger town where I attended church.)  But even though my circumstances changed, my fear of rejection and my unhealthy desire for others' approval remained.  My pit may not have been as deep, but I still was living in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added to my pit, too.  I did things that were sinful and foolish in order to try to obtain the approval of others.  So then I had a pit of fear, need for approval, sin, and regret.  I also added pride to the mix.  I was so mad at myself for my actions and really believed that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; could have and should have done better!  (Not Christ in me, but just me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God finally closed off the regret and the most obvious pride by impressing on me that I can do nothing operating in my own strength.  I now realize that the only way I would have made wiser decisions would be to totally rely on Christ's power, not my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But over 20 years later, I still lived in the pit of fear of rejection and desperation for their approval.  My husband would tell me to get over it, but I never could.  I now realize it's because only God can pull me out of a pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I went to Living Proof Live.  From the first line of the first song, God reached down and began pulling me out.  By the end of Friday night, I knew I was FREE!  I can't explain how He did it and don't fully understand it, but I KNOW that He pulled me out!  I pray daily that I won't slip back in!  He is faithful!  PRAISE HIM!&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/7747051455940290990-707335101350898683?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/707335101350898683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=707335101350898683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/707335101350898683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/707335101350898683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/03/pits.html' title='The Pits'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747051455940290990.post-7798558960882115569</id><published>2007-03-27T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T11:55:04.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thus Far'/><title type='text'>Thus Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been reading blogs for some months now, and I've finally taken the plunge to write my own.  I want this blog to be a record of what God has done and is doing in my life Thus Far.  For it to be my Ebenezer stone for myself, my family, and anyone else who may happen to be led to read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God has done so much in my life, but I tend to forget.  Writing it down will be a tangible reminder of all He has done.  He is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to hear from others how God is working in your lives, too.  May this be a forum for us to "spur one another on to love and good deeds."&lt;br /&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/7747051455940290990-7798558960882115569?l=thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/7798558960882115569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747051455940290990&amp;postID=7798558960882115569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7798558960882115569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747051455940290990/posts/default/7798558960882115569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusfarebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-been-reading-blogs-for-some-months.html' title='Thus Far'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551924268702202400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
