<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 23 Apr 2024 18:42:35 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>I h</category><title>As A Deer Pants for Water</title><description>a collection of passionate perspectives, short stories, poetry and thoughts</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-6241962031392492345</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 03:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-18T22:34:45.375-05:00</atom:updated><title>The NEW Pledge of Allegiance</title><description>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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font-family: Verdana;"&gt;who is the maker of heaven and earth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;and for the grace that He so freely gives-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;the whole world, loved by God, all powerful&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;with freedom and forgiveness for all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   </description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-pledge-of-allegiance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><thr:total>29</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-6845557100358143671</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 18:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-17T13:25:42.727-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Modern Day Psalm!</title><description>Keep me safe O' God&lt;br /&gt;from those I thought would!&lt;br /&gt;Keep me grounded in You&lt;br /&gt;as the Earth below me shakes.&lt;br /&gt;Keep me stable, as the ones&lt;br /&gt;around me, aren't.&lt;br /&gt;Keep me and hide me in Your&lt;br /&gt;Word and heart--&lt;br /&gt;Call my name and I will come to You.&lt;br /&gt;Keep me as a light, as there&lt;br /&gt;is darkness all around--&lt;br /&gt;hold me&lt;br /&gt;sanctify me to You&lt;br /&gt;beckon me&lt;br /&gt;save me&lt;br /&gt;Keep me safe as I have&lt;br /&gt;been in danger--&lt;br /&gt;Show me who I really am-&lt;br /&gt;Who You created, not who I think I am!&lt;br /&gt;Send forth Your Spirit&lt;br /&gt;so I can live in and through Your Almighty power,&lt;br /&gt;and by Your beautiful grace&lt;br /&gt;and Your wonderful mercy!&lt;br /&gt;You are all there is to hope for,&lt;br /&gt;seek after,&lt;br /&gt;hunger and thirst for in this life.&lt;br /&gt;Help me not to make idols out of things&lt;br /&gt;or people around me. You are the quencher,&lt;br /&gt;the satisfier, the peace holder.&lt;br /&gt;In You I trust no matter what! My eyes and ears are open to You Lord!&lt;br /&gt;I know You are with me and will not leave me.&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours! I am confident of Your love,&lt;br /&gt;I am planted in Your Truth.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it near as it is shoes to my feet,&lt;br /&gt;food to my stomach&lt;br /&gt;and relief to my pain!&lt;br /&gt;Keep Your eye on me--&lt;br /&gt;clear me a path that leads to YOUR ways--I am desperate for it.&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, rid my mind, soul and body of all that is not Yours--&lt;br /&gt;All that does not belong in my life, take everything I've picked up along the way&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't align with You, grab all that is not what You created!&lt;br /&gt;Get me down to bare bones if You must!&lt;br /&gt;I am willing--&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;no matter the cost,&lt;br /&gt;because who You are and what You did is costly,&lt;br /&gt;even though it is freely given.&lt;br /&gt;Take the things I might not even see yet,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to claim anything that doesn't belong to ME,&lt;br /&gt;or anything You didn't GIVE me--I know and believe that is not&lt;br /&gt;who I really am-&lt;br /&gt;make me who I truly am.&lt;br /&gt;Only all that is YOU--keep that.&lt;br /&gt;I praise Your name high and low-&lt;br /&gt;and thank you for my freedom!&lt;br /&gt;May glory be Yours throughout my days,&lt;br /&gt;and may honor be given through out my weeks to You--&lt;br /&gt;the Only One--forever and ever! I praise Your heavenly name!&lt;br /&gt;AMEN!</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2010/05/modern-day-psalm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-9047040106007598995</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 23:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-11T20:24:39.372-06:00</atom:updated><title>What Are We Doing?</title><description>When we are asked to become like Jesus and live how He did, and imitate Him, in our mind of minds, how are we thinking we are going to do that? I know how technically, having a relationship with Him, reading His Word, praying, being alone with God. Any spiritual discipline you can think of. But I'm not talking about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did Jesus do? RIGHT? Isn't that the question? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in RELATIONSHIPS. His whole Ministry was based on relationships He had with people. He couldn't be who He was alone, could He? He of course had His alone time, and we need that too, but the very basis of Jesus' life was lived WITH PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;We know too that we are to have Community in the body of believers. Paul talks about this relentlessly. I think if we thought in "smaller" terms first, we would be more successful at this, and the lack of community wouldn't plaque us the way it does. It wouldn't seem so difficult to attain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't be able TO LIVE OUT our life in Christ if we aren't doing relationship with others. First our spouse, then our children if we have them, and then other believers and friends. And also the needy, the poor, and with the widow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it's not easy to maintain relationships, we have jobs, we have homes to maintain, we have everyday modern day demands. But why not back up a little bit and focus on having relationships and nurturing them? Giving us a CHANCE to BE Jesus to people and to live out who we are IN HIM. How are we suppose to be imitating Christ if we aren't in relationship with others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we do to find relationships? Wait until we "connect" with someone or have chemistry with them? I use to think so. But not so much anymore. I think we need to make an effort to get involved somewhere in the church, or reach out to someone personally. There are opportunities everywhere, we just aren't making the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to follower Jesus and consider yourself a disciple, well then do what He did, get into relationships with people, so you can imitate Him, and put all you've learned, all the ways you've grown. Show the world your fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can not live with the confines of ourselves, that is the fasted way to destruction. It might seem easier to live that way, but it simply is not. There is no way you can be like Christ and not be in relationships with people.</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-are-we-doing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-798487952721701476</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2010 16:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-09T10:42:13.833-06:00</atom:updated><title>To My Anonymous Follower</title><description>Thank you for encouraging me to write more/again! You were the inspiration for me to be able to write this article!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-my-anonymous-follower.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-2479671881795844704</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2010 16:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-09T10:40:26.928-06:00</atom:updated><title>Where Do I Fit In?</title><description>When I had my Hysterectomy 2 and a half years ago it was one of the toughest, saddest, depressing things I had ever gone through. I think it was such a Roller Coaster for so many reasons. I mean come on, I was like 33 years old. For any women that go through something so "unnatural" like that under the age of maybe 40, it's devastating. &lt;div&gt;Not only do you not have a choice to lose a bunch of Organs, but many other choices that you ought to still have in your "youth" as a woman are taken from you. Things like HORMONES, hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chances of more children, or in some cases no children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I always new when I got pregnant so young that I'd look back and no why, and it would all make sense).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You sort of get your "womanhood" stripped away from you. I admit that I didn't feel like a woman when I woke up from that surgery. I had been laced with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HRT&lt;/span&gt; (hormone replacement therapy), and for months and months was miserable from going through surgical menopause. It was so not fun. After about 6 months of sleeping pills and messing around with different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HRT's&lt;/span&gt; and doses, I was finally feeling like a woman again, and feeling like myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't since entered "the real world", I haven't been able to work due to another major surgery I had, so I spend most of my time in my home. But I have gotten out. In the last 2 years in mingling with other women, and being out "there", I noticed myself asking the same question over and over, "Where do I fit in?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I'd be chatting with women my age or there in around my age, they'd always end up talking about having more kids, or their current little ones (mine is 15 and I'm 35). Or there would be times they'd complain about how they had bad cramps or they were bloated from their period. Stuff like that, and automatically, it was like I couldn't relate anymore. Many emotions flooded my soul: "I'd love to get my period, if it meant I hadn't had my Hysterectomy, I'd feel more like a woman"; or rude things like "Quit your complaining, you can have kids still and you didn't have your female organs taken from you." Just crap like that I'd be thinking. It's like I just couldn't join in on the conversation, but yet I was their age!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then there are times when I am around "older" women, 50 and up, and of course, the subject of Menopause always gets brought up while they are complaining about Hot Flashes and continuing on and on about it. And automatically they'd get all short and snotty with me like, "Well, you have no idea what we're talking about yet, you're so young, but just wait." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuff like that! And I'd be all, "Well, actually......"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just sort of felt lost. I mean I'd always felt a sense of "awkward belonging" already because most girls my age don't have kids the age my daughter is; most of them have little kids, so that already would sort of work against me in feeling socially awkward with other women. So the Menopause thing just added to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm an odd ball 35 year old who has gone through Menopause and I have a Teenager, where or where do I fit in?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I realized that I could fit in with both, regardless of my overpowering emotions of feeling like I fit in with neither! I could zoom out, and not be so tight closed in on the facts and how my facts and reality were affecting me. I could zoom out and realize that I still could relate to the "young" women because I'd been there, done that. And instead of having the rude, harmful thoughts I would have in my head about those women, I could resist those thoughts, and jump in and make the best of it, and maybe even joke about it (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, forget the joking). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could be more open minded about it and hey, I could even be a minister to younger women who might go through the same thing, or the women that will be in my life when they go through it naturally, I can help them because I already went through it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as far as the "older" women, I could have fun with them, and not be so worried about if I fit in or not with them either, I could hold my own with some older mature women, and they'd probably be interested in my story! And it might help their self esteem knowing that a young woman like me is in the same boat as them. It can be a win win, if I make it a win win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dealing with it the way I was before, was just eating me alive; I felt sorry for myself, and I was angry, and didn't think it was fair. Well, that is true, it isn't fair, but most things in life that happen are not "fair." I knew I had to figure out a new way to handle myself with my brand new situation, and I'm so glad I found a new way, because now I can fit in with anyone! &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-do-i-fit-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-1173662288817913987</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T11:28:37.086-05:00</atom:updated><title>I'm Not Better</title><description>I'm not better if I'm not recognized for my skills&lt;br /&gt;or if I'm a someone in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not better if I have a college degree or&lt;br /&gt;if my schooling was from single-motherhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not better if I live in the Suburbs, or the City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not better if my job pays well or if I'm&lt;br /&gt;unemployed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not better if my daughter gets into a fancy college or&lt;br /&gt;if she goes to a community college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not better if I'm fashionable or eat at trendy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not better if my book gets published&lt;br /&gt;I'm not better if I'm skinnier, or prettier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not better if my house is clean or if I have&lt;br /&gt;piles of laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not better if I have a shiny big car or if I have&lt;br /&gt;a junker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not better if I've traveled the world,&lt;br /&gt;or have never left my backyard</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-better.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-2880413770933811644</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 17:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-25T10:14:14.730-05:00</atom:updated><title>Learning In Opposites</title><description>In this world, we have attained so many cliche's it's ridiculous. I mean, The Lords Prayer can feel practically meaningless if you grew up with it not personally in a relationship with Jesus. I grew up that way, and that prayer was very empty for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could list cliche's all the day long, but instead, I'm going to write about how learning in opposites might help us. Because I think what happens is that we use words or phrases over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and over and over and they can become "meaningless", and therefore lose their power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BE REAL WITH PEOPLE (you've heard this many a times) What then does it mean? Do we see people in our culture being REAL with one another? Are you, am I, being REAL with others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems to me this is difficult to find, and I don't see it much lived out with people. Maybe I'm cynical, or in the wrong places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRY THIS: BE FAKE WITH PEOPLE. What does it mean to be FAKE? Analyze that for awhile, and then DO THE OPPOSITE of what your definition of FAKE is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My goal here is to try to get us to see how we might not be living our lives to the FULLEST. Jesus said He came to give us ABUNDANT life! We aren't living that way unless we are actually LIVING OUT what we know and believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we'll get woken up to the point of a certain word bugging us, or we'll realize when we see a word, that "Gosh, ya, I get it, I want to be real with people, because after analyzing the word "Fake", I'm ready to be REAL."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's try another one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST DO IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The opposite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST DON'T DO IT. What if we analyzed and thought about not doing it, doesn't it feel negative? Doesn't it make you feel like wanting to do the opposite of "Just Don't Do It?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE ONE ANOTHER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The opposite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep, HATE ONE ANOTHER (I would run to the opposite of this one)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH (or have your walk match your talk).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;opposite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DON'T PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH (in other words, talk talk talk all you want, but don't walk or live that way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TELL THE TRUTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;opposite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you guessed it. LIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we stop and look at these opposites, and ask ourselves how much we are living our life to the fullest, what would YOUR answer be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's all try to think of phrases and words in the opposite to drive home the idea that we MUST live our life to the FULLEST, and live it abundantly with purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/06/learning-in-opposites.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-7509594539459294443</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 03:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-20T22:51:33.127-05:00</atom:updated><title>Miscellaneous Happenings</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9g8DlgPoHcIeuxV_aU6bLaY3HyGf1_d196AewV64P7MOqNmP3PjFkFtJSA2cXShg29T53C1XO2jlYHU3ZQqUSy-dQbmruzzWAjW3fzDsIFcQYQnARmEatM6W7fx81Wl6jq2cBZkzvKw8/s1600-h/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9g8DlgPoHcIeuxV_aU6bLaY3HyGf1_d196AewV64P7MOqNmP3PjFkFtJSA2cXShg29T53C1XO2jlYHU3ZQqUSy-dQbmruzzWAjW3fzDsIFcQYQnARmEatM6W7fx81Wl6jq2cBZkzvKw8/s400/DSC01620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338118962766154306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here, it never fails; I fold laundry, pile it up on the Ottoman, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nells&lt;/span&gt; dives in and makes himself comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RK3Jb9gfp1Iao30TMCh6uhn2DJ17Z6zfxpBGOPjnyxUaNaLu9f7kOgTSMlGhLpx88IlwZexAJ_KkX06o2QDagK0buNaA-3Igyj9Ojc7BixVvK90N_JW_T6M2Pu-Z0ij1QHl4Oe2qXzQ/s1600-h/DSC01640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RK3Jb9gfp1Iao30TMCh6uhn2DJ17Z6zfxpBGOPjnyxUaNaLu9f7kOgTSMlGhLpx88IlwZexAJ_KkX06o2QDagK0buNaA-3Igyj9Ojc7BixVvK90N_JW_T6M2Pu-Z0ij1QHl4Oe2qXzQ/s400/DSC01640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338118960269953522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I call this one "The Lion and The Lamb", it took Nells a long time to get use to Hazel; he wouldn't even let her touch him for a while-I mean, I sort of set this up, but hey, they are laying there together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-RkKNZPQZG1cebanZMssGv-dH5Cgn9__WUEbwJC0MLX768vmA6OLXtHUj5GXmmxExCBaMPSTgjxerMIlk3l-MTr9uE7efPtm0dZGjQl29RcdxrYni3wL0QF2SaLSS1hOznSK7JD8JlNc/s1600-h/DSC01626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-RkKNZPQZG1cebanZMssGv-dH5Cgn9__WUEbwJC0MLX768vmA6OLXtHUj5GXmmxExCBaMPSTgjxerMIlk3l-MTr9uE7efPtm0dZGjQl29RcdxrYni3wL0QF2SaLSS1hOznSK7JD8JlNc/s400/DSC01626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338118954206640754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Teresa has shared some new Authors with me that I had never heard of, one being Kierkegaard; he's nearly impossible to read, but she gave me this beginners edition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXMuQJSj7-PPObYKBc41pr19f0BWf0XKsYriqEVFzCIhyk3IEJcNXRvKQ9pl5H_TFLs9wELID1fsl7sMjgHmKpNMsAoQuruKMd_pwDIas__-hTuBYsvwCszVULgmWdS9iSdBmB8klFWAE/s1600-h/DSC01633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXMuQJSj7-PPObYKBc41pr19f0BWf0XKsYriqEVFzCIhyk3IEJcNXRvKQ9pl5H_TFLs9wELID1fsl7sMjgHmKpNMsAoQuruKMd_pwDIas__-hTuBYsvwCszVULgmWdS9iSdBmB8klFWAE/s400/DSC01633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338118953625825682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dad and his wife Jan moved back home from Arizona after 8 years! They were living with my sister for a few weeks, and now they are staying with us for a bit. Here we are just chillin.</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/05/miscellaneous-happenings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9g8DlgPoHcIeuxV_aU6bLaY3HyGf1_d196AewV64P7MOqNmP3PjFkFtJSA2cXShg29T53C1XO2jlYHU3ZQqUSy-dQbmruzzWAjW3fzDsIFcQYQnARmEatM6W7fx81Wl6jq2cBZkzvKw8/s72-c/DSC01620.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-2991509458797424046</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 03:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-20T22:57:10.152-05:00</atom:updated><title>Madelynn's 8th Grade Spring Fling</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgas6cmu-X7rAc4-Ni5m-nDBRQo5yDhyphenhyphen8FeeP4Izk9hLox6Ss0UExSQ2UbvjI6BGshpSB2wRzElFjfEarPY3YRGE4wpcK8xEtG8A8i1MQh7COzQj4LUArmX9yvK9Vv6J7Xs-95PWQI3lPE/s1600-h/IMG_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgas6cmu-X7rAc4-Ni5m-nDBRQo5yDhyphenhyphen8FeeP4Izk9hLox6Ss0UExSQ2UbvjI6BGshpSB2wRzElFjfEarPY3YRGE4wpcK8xEtG8A8i1MQh7COzQj4LUArmX9yvK9Vv6J7Xs-95PWQI3lPE/s400/IMG_0573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338117613546434818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Madz in the front of our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpqS1ycAzdIfssfjPvFqfK8Kt6FymtpfOLa_ZEqzkZyQwRF50UHwn0EaJIShssqLHBtUnvgiDAaxXhSEqIWZzLWNBvfS-sf2srx7ANi1o0Z2EZ3U_DCC0kaH8ukGZISustq8LZfngye0/s1600-h/IMG_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpqS1ycAzdIfssfjPvFqfK8Kt6FymtpfOLa_ZEqzkZyQwRF50UHwn0EaJIShssqLHBtUnvgiDAaxXhSEqIWZzLWNBvfS-sf2srx7ANi1o0Z2EZ3U_DCC0kaH8ukGZISustq8LZfngye0/s400/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338117606085140434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the girls. Last year we took one all together (not all the same girls), so this is like our 2nd Annual photo together from Spring Fling. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQNYCWs8gJAS6oIEpirQyWfVqRhTGmO9q-pzcD0Ye4oLTW-40yuD5nVzIlDIaiyIFbe8YR6f81T_yqZjR74fBRhpLEzGZtqNPXS3oAHf4uqR3xKgx3mPWfqiRZgJEe2k3TNg252ULu6I/s1600-h/DSC01781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQNYCWs8gJAS6oIEpirQyWfVqRhTGmO9q-pzcD0Ye4oLTW-40yuD5nVzIlDIaiyIFbe8YR6f81T_yqZjR74fBRhpLEzGZtqNPXS3oAHf4uqR3xKgx3mPWfqiRZgJEe2k3TNg252ULu6I/s400/DSC01781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338115229171780898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are all together at their friend Bri's house; this is a good angle I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaoPZrQW7s5MzoFqH9nskJui99HUFDXO0biR15bq4sEO253atEqe5FV96kMnhaz8qVjDwH1YRAElE4uRUvmUkWjl13jWELB73-2ABsHMvXiWKrmgwSi5S2rwmk18RrcEH9SJCEFJxQd_A/s1600-h/DSC01771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaoPZrQW7s5MzoFqH9nskJui99HUFDXO0biR15bq4sEO253atEqe5FV96kMnhaz8qVjDwH1YRAElE4uRUvmUkWjl13jWELB73-2ABsHMvXiWKrmgwSi5S2rwmk18RrcEH9SJCEFJxQd_A/s400/DSC01771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338115222758632898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three of us in front of our garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qqigEpsjti5lh5SSBoTkrFsX4QbqSXxxFUBUgnQQZPc8wMJXdO8h0CAHvOz0LIv_UEuJz8knvETmjUB2UOQuOLGxviwRQ91caTsooPkC4VSO6LnocN0h7_4j5JrHeJvAp9FY8h9Ak0A/s1600-h/DSC01767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qqigEpsjti5lh5SSBoTkrFsX4QbqSXxxFUBUgnQQZPc8wMJXdO8h0CAHvOz0LIv_UEuJz8knvETmjUB2UOQuOLGxviwRQ91caTsooPkC4VSO6LnocN0h7_4j5JrHeJvAp9FY8h9Ak0A/s400/DSC01767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338115219341948114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The four of them that got "ready" together. Madelynn, Abby, Kelsi, and Haley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madelynn's dress before she put it on. She is such a good girl. She got her dress at Forever 21, it was 22.50, and then got a new pair of tights for 3.50. The rest was my shoes, and my accessories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3r2X51WCQzXyLRFiRPPnUdAW4qyX6PGgVQGFRxtBlmYSsx0xHzcbyX0yk4uh5YaPwp4UCrODR6RYAyYMx__4Fk81L_wXmoUuOqzeYrFtP5X17zH64_u1liJjyA8TuZ6gRbEzYdY6W6s/s1600-h/DSC01749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3r2X51WCQzXyLRFiRPPnUdAW4qyX6PGgVQGFRxtBlmYSsx0xHzcbyX0yk4uh5YaPwp4UCrODR6RYAyYMx__4Fk81L_wXmoUuOqzeYrFtP5X17zH64_u1liJjyA8TuZ6gRbEzYdY6W6s/s400/DSC01749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338115217017049666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/05/madelynns-8th-grade-spring-fling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgas6cmu-X7rAc4-Ni5m-nDBRQo5yDhyphenhyphen8FeeP4Izk9hLox6Ss0UExSQ2UbvjI6BGshpSB2wRzElFjfEarPY3YRGE4wpcK8xEtG8A8i1MQh7COzQj4LUArmX9yvK9Vv6J7Xs-95PWQI3lPE/s72-c/IMG_0573.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-307369509520680779</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 02:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T21:45:27.122-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Existence Of Hope</title><description>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hope,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;living with hope is like living &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;day &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;at &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;a &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hope,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's like waiting for brand new things to happen,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;things untouched, unseen, unimagined&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hope,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it puts faith into use&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hope,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it helps us accept reality, so we can move toward a different one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hope,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;is living open ended, not close minded&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;realizing there is beauty in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;what could be; not shutting down in fear,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;it's reaching out to the possibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and pondering something new when the current has failed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;or brought us disappointment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hope,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's not getting tangled up or choking over concerns&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's facing them as a &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sojourner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; and exploring them with new eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hope,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's an ever finding new found freedom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/05/existence-of-hope.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-5392887042284636326</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-14T15:03:45.738-05:00</atom:updated><title>Back to the Source</title><description>Each day there is a new challenge. Whether it's pretty simple, to pretty complex. It could be work issues, it could be relationship issues. It could be car trouble, bills that can't get paid, or health issues; which can all be minor to extreme. &lt;div&gt;Sometimes these issues come in seasons. For others they are more often. Either way, we all deal with challenges, problems, "the blues", and adversity in some way, shape or form. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't write about how long my adversity has been going on, or what it all has entailed. I've done that before. But each day is anew, and each day it seems like I try to "figure" out how to deal with it. If it's any of the things listed above, it seems like the search starts on how to fix it or take care of it, and although that is ok with certain things, like taking action to pay our bills or taking measures to take care of our health, that goes without saying. But I am referring to more of our "state" in regard to these things. I've written since the 4th grade; poems and articles and short stories, I could not live a day without writing! And I know I've touched on this over and over, but as I lay here icing and heating my back, back and forth, I remember the funk I woke up in on Monday morning, and it's now Tuesday morning--and the funk hasn't left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start searching for answers and think of how I can get out of this--what can I do? I look for solutions, and yes, there are things I CAN do to help, but it will always go back to you know who-Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put myself through the torture of looking, searching and wondering how I'm gonna get outta this rut, and all along, it's the same way out of it. It's always at the Cross. Why do I search and think for days or weeks on how to get out of the blues, or whatever you want to call it, when all along there is ONE answer?  My human-ness I guess. My want or will to fix things myself, or search for something that isn't so obvious (God). As aware of Him as I am throughout my days, I still have quite the ability to push Him comfortably out of sight(and mind). As much as I love Him and live my life FOR Him, I am still human and battle that daily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as familiar as we all are with the saying, "Look No Further", well, let's put it into action regardless of our situation, or how painful life can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to get ourselves in front of Jesus, here are some tangible ways to be renewed, receive His peace (that surpasses ALL understanding), seek Wisdom, and to maintain Spiritual "evenness" as I like to call it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Get into the Word. If you grew up with the Bible, try reading The Message, or buying a Epistle that is remixed by a different Author, so it feels fresh and new to you. Read a Chapter at a time, and then do a devotional with it, or at least journal a bit after reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Pray. Like the Book, "Practicing The Presence of God" we want to learn to create and cultivate new habits, and having God in our awareness round the clock! This takes TIME. We have to MAKE TIME. I never ever no matter what by into people saying, "I don't have time." OH yes you do, MAKE IT. Keeping our Spirits and selves aligned with the Lord's is something we have to do on a moment by moment basis. In our thoughts, words and deeds, we offer these up continually so more and more we look like Jesus. How can we possibly ever look like Him if we aren't offering ourselves to Him, or talking to Him, which is all prayer is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Quiet time. Whether you take a bath in candle light (like I did yesterday:), or you go in an area of your house and just get quiet. You can either pray for the whole time specifically, or you can be silent. Just take even 20 minutes to get by yourself with God. And even if you just sit there, just get quiet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Worship. Whether it's in your car as you are commuting, or in the house; listening to worship music to worship God can calm anyone's Spirit and re-center us and get us in God's presence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Write. Sometimes when I pray I can get distracted, even if I pray outloud, which helps sometimes. But if I write a prayer out or cry out on paper, it helps a lot! God is with us in ALL things, so it doesn't matter how we "get it out." God will show up if you are seeking Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Be patient. It might not "feel" like you are making progress right away in receiving peace or Wisdom, but you will. When and if we are truly drawing near to God, HE WILL draw near to us. He will show up. Just don't stop seeking. He will reveal Himself to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Look at His creation. There is so much beauty around. Even the SOUNDS of beauty! Especially with Spring on it's way. Get out and walk, or listen for the birds. Or look at flowers and trees. Or bodies of Water! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just don't let go of God in the midst. It's so easy to get lost in our own lives and our own selves, and then we end up looking for other solutions to our problems. But the One solution will never change, it will always quench and always feed. WE just have to go to IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-to-source.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-3242405184101191436</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 23:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-20T22:36:21.128-05:00</atom:updated><title>Barefoot with a cause!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com"&gt;www.tomsshoes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be a challenge, but I am up for it! Join me!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/04/barefoot-with-cause.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-5782235339753993870</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 01:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-05T21:09:11.384-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Long Overdue Shout Out</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNxoGkHKWYOUvtnYfpbb3okbHlsKoHLNDnJc9eMbDrDZupv7i_TiILkUZzVt3s5f0WiusXl06FWfVzq9z8fnugpf0oEFQ7Cr1kQF3HGzQjToXuOmTw6oC4z_nuXdXeiENBWUqeFmR7nw/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNxoGkHKWYOUvtnYfpbb3okbHlsKoHLNDnJc9eMbDrDZupv7i_TiILkUZzVt3s5f0WiusXl06FWfVzq9z8fnugpf0oEFQ7Cr1kQF3HGzQjToXuOmTw6oC4z_nuXdXeiENBWUqeFmR7nw/s400/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321394061444484210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter and I were at Target today, and for days she's been talking about the Hannah Montana Movie that is coming out this coming weekend. Then she started talking about the Soundtrack to the Movie. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that my daughter is 14, and STILL loves Hannah Montana makes my day!!! SO I bought her the Album because it's like I'm trying to hold on to any glimpse of "little girl-ness" that I can. And then it reminded me again and again, over and over. She is the only one I got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is A LOT--but, it has been a struggle after getting married, to not have a child with my Husband, and not being able to give him any of his own. I won't see any other child go through growing up--when I'm done with Madelynn, I'm done. And then it hit me, and I was overcome with sadness, but then reminded of how wonderful my Husband, Kevin has been for 7 years in the aspect of me not being able to have children.  I mean, he probably thought he'd graduate College, and marry (which he did), then have kids, like most men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not once, not once in my time with Kevin has he ever been anything less than SUPPORTIVE and wonderful and patient and understanding, and loving regarding the whole matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has only even told me ONCE I think that yes, he would have liked his own child, but maybe ONCE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has never blamed me, or shamed me, or been upset with me about it. I need to recognize that, ya know. I could dwell in it and feel awful like I have in the past, but I can't sit in that guilt. Or say, "I wish." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I watch my daughters last technically 4 years in my presence, and I think about the sadness, and the thought of a life "without" Madelynn, and wish there might be another child, and a child for my Husband, I will instead focus on the precious gift of support and love through the years from him as we've dealt with not being able to have a child together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and the little glimpse's of madelynn still being "little", like liking Hannah Montana:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His support deserves a BIG SHOUT OUT!  GO KEVIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-overdue-shout-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNxoGkHKWYOUvtnYfpbb3okbHlsKoHLNDnJc9eMbDrDZupv7i_TiILkUZzVt3s5f0WiusXl06FWfVzq9z8fnugpf0oEFQ7Cr1kQF3HGzQjToXuOmTw6oC4z_nuXdXeiENBWUqeFmR7nw/s72-c/IMG_0114.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-1215138078092423418</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-04T23:20:58.512-05:00</atom:updated><title>Lois, Gina and Coffee</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTB4bnuA8AhMJacUX3HRwoLNebe-IwffiuyOt7Es4o5GvNC9JmPFyGWpX7rM5ubL35VlmDMiTWUOZA6m-qRH14eobfNE_aOrG76VZq5k4szCSgH-WdJ1aYvbTdxU_muvk2hhlYfE_QEHI/s1600-h/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTB4bnuA8AhMJacUX3HRwoLNebe-IwffiuyOt7Es4o5GvNC9JmPFyGWpX7rM5ubL35VlmDMiTWUOZA6m-qRH14eobfNE_aOrG76VZq5k4szCSgH-WdJ1aYvbTdxU_muvk2hhlYfE_QEHI/s400/DSC01483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321056333039763410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and my good friend Lois at my house. I had her over after lunch out for coffee. We looked at Art Books, played with the Dogs, and talked about when she was my age. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lois is an Artist, as most of you know, and when she was 16, she sold a lot of her Paintings to the Oscar Meyer family (yes the hotdogs). Her son is currently looking for these paintings so she can have an Exhibit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She believes to this day that Georgia O'Keefe stole "all her glory." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure hope one day Lois gets the recognition she deserves, and that she lives to see it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/04/lois-gina-and-coffee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTB4bnuA8AhMJacUX3HRwoLNebe-IwffiuyOt7Es4o5GvNC9JmPFyGWpX7rM5ubL35VlmDMiTWUOZA6m-qRH14eobfNE_aOrG76VZq5k4szCSgH-WdJ1aYvbTdxU_muvk2hhlYfE_QEHI/s72-c/DSC01483.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-1552263518846612945</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 00:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-07T00:36:38.944-06:00</atom:updated><title>Bruises</title><description>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What color are your marks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;from whom did they come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;and are they healing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;I have bruises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;in all colors and sizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;and they aren't from the Almight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;I am marked, up and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;inside and out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;the sources are too grand to list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;but their existence is ever present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;They come in the form of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;self-doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;self hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;selfishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;defense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;inadequacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;judgemental- ism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;and worst of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;separation from God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Bruises take time to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;even if gone on the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;they still are bothersome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;underneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Wherever you have bruising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;let the Almighty step in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;to lessen your marks--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;to lighten their color--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;to make smaller their size--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;inviting Jesus in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;will heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;over time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;bruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written and tried and true by Gina L. M. Norman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/03/bruises.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-6683466612146246456</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 23:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-20T22:37:44.900-05:00</atom:updated><title>One Of The Best Inventions Ever!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.menastil.co.uk/faq.htm"&gt;www.menastil.co.uk/faq.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are suffering from major cramps during your time of month, this is the product for you! It is ALL natural, pain reliever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You simply rub it all over your belly and let it do it's work; and the smell is a huge bonus--I love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-best-inventions-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-1311867177141697953</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 04:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-26T23:12:31.383-06:00</atom:updated><title>Arizona Trip to See Dad</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhtZfq1XBhA5wsh9mXyLO3Y0yKvso0t_88D22nUpif_4zxPnWmisLJgpbephsVABqc6dSbSNzG3hiFUyw4g1gagAjz9kryb4tJ4Yg8wt7Sk6oadd31wbomKUmFO9pxShTK9l6Oow57NJk/s1600-h/DSC02116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhtZfq1XBhA5wsh9mXyLO3Y0yKvso0t_88D22nUpif_4zxPnWmisLJgpbephsVABqc6dSbSNzG3hiFUyw4g1gagAjz9kryb4tJ4Yg8wt7Sk6oadd31wbomKUmFO9pxShTK9l6Oow57NJk/s400/DSC02116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307336790487950866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is San Xaviar Indian Reservation, and this beautiful Mission Church is on their land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfDmYdmpKC3b4n9Xk57s7N-lbj-8PDm0tUI7Fs6fiHkuSlLOQ6ZzdeY-gyHCOGI0SchpF-0TWGmIXz9TJX_zkVWjaev4qu4lKlA-yv5GNoP6opg7g5nXsOuZfvDJkFvb6nk2kVJ_HzVGA/s1600-h/DSC02097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfDmYdmpKC3b4n9Xk57s7N-lbj-8PDm0tUI7Fs6fiHkuSlLOQ6ZzdeY-gyHCOGI0SchpF-0TWGmIXz9TJX_zkVWjaev4qu4lKlA-yv5GNoP6opg7g5nXsOuZfvDJkFvb6nk2kVJ_HzVGA/s400/DSC02097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307336786077031970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBIc0CFC3DQg4wFP5FKjPAZkPOUtdzaX6lLAfLkFZ69ZGF4B3rLDkxZAAw3_oBuhs-Qfm07a5RPvN34_0Tc29QdxuQjqA7p7EU37lmUYB2wdPGy2906OhRr55hG2shXe8An5dTxYDVi30/s1600-h/DSC02092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVHI3F33J6a-34wkMjWhB0CIgVMbz_iWmlCM2vQL78z08nJu-UkYdZNi6LNF8lCjozM3Solx7iUjXXfml_1xhXBVTKXJecggup81Fgbl4vebcJj2b5dMnorFV0bttpcPGns2sarTnvyD4/s400/Gina+and+Madz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307336715941086674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhtZfq1XBhA5wsh9mXyLO3Y0yKvso0t_88D22nUpif_4zxPnWmisLJgpbephsVABqc6dSbSNzG3hiFUyw4g1gagAjz9kryb4tJ4Yg8wt7Sk6oadd31wbomKUmFO9pxShTK9l6Oow57NJk/s72-c/DSC02116.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-6208491128420435887</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 04:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-04T19:57:26.468-06:00</atom:updated><title>Favorite Peanut Butter</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.scojuice.com"&gt;http://www.scojuice.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa Cruz Organic, Dark Roasted&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/02/favorite-peanut-butter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-5722852831709629064</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 04:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-26T22:39:45.690-06:00</atom:updated><title>Sea buckthorn</title><description>Sea buckthorn, whose Latin name Hippophae Rhamnoides translates to "horse light," is suggested to have been used originally to give horses a shiny coat and help improve their eyesight, in turn "giving light."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even further, sea buckthorn is scientifically reputed to have a superrich cocktail of antioxidants and human health benefits. The coral-red, edible berries of this summer green shrub are made up of juice and oil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's golden-red pulp and seed oil is rich in unsaturated fatty acids, carotenoids (provitamin A), and Vitamin E. This nutrient rich composition helps protect the skin from UV radiation and free-radical damage associated with signs of aging. What's more, it possesses antibacterial and anti-inflammatory properties, and the easily absorbed oils support the buildup of the skin's lipid layers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juice from the sea buckthorn berries contains among the highest amounts of beta-carotene and vitamins C and E of any fruit or vegetable, including oranges and lemons (for Vitamin C), and sunflower seeds and almonds (for Vitamin E).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/02/sea-buckthorn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-5465675800177627716</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 01:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-01T19:42:01.069-06:00</atom:updated><title>"I'm not a Waitress!"</title><description>I served Communion today at Church. I go to a non-denominational Church, so the way we serve Communion is a little different. We pass the trays isle by isle, with 2 of us serving on each side, then grabbing the trays from that row once they've gone through. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I served at both services, and the early service was not as full as it usually is, so there were a lot of empty spots; some rows only having a few people sitting in them. As I started a new row, there was a Husband and Wife together, with her Husband on the end, right by me. But in between the two of them were like 10 or more empty seats, and then 2 or 3 people at the other end of their row. Get the picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, when I went to hand the Husband the tray with the wine, he took it from me, and (they are to pass the tray down, each person, to the end of the row), as he held it I heard his wife whisper, "Take one for me (meaning a little cup), come on, grab me one, " (in a demanding tone),and he must not have heard her or just didn't listen, so he passed the tray to her for her to take her own, and she totally says to him, complaining in a tiny rant, "Ugh, I'm not a Waitress!"  I could not believe my ears. The only thing that kept me from judging her was that I started to pray for her asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not writing this to expose this woman's poor attitude or issues, we all have em. And I'm not here to say, "Can you believe that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could talk with her and find out what is so wrong; I mean who knows!? I just beg to differ with her. Because actually, we are all Waitresses if we are in Christ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another name for a Waitress is, Server, right? Well the whole New Testament is about serving! Serving God and others! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you find your heart in the condition as this woman--to not want to get up and pass the tray to the person 10 seats from her--just remind yourself through God's Word, and prayer, and discipline, that we are all called to be serving, and running rag-ed for the Lord; and if we are not, we have got to check in with God and find out why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we working for the Lord throughout the day? Throughout the week? I am not just talking about our paying jobs. We need to be running around like a Waitress/er does during her/his busiest times of their shift!  Sometimes sweating, and running, and being bothered, and irritated, and annoyed, or tired. If the Lord is alive in our hearts and we are abiding with Him, we will WANT to serve Him, and serving Him is automatically serving others.  Servers at Restaurants get their hands dirty sometimes--they deal with crabby people probably a lot of times. Their feet probably hurt at the end of the day.  They get exhausted.  They break a sweat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to make sacrifices! Whether it's time away from the TV, or the Computer or even our Family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK for ways to serve; the possibilities are ENDless. So I submit to you, we are all Waitresses!!! And I pray that the Lord or someone in this woman's life, shows her this someday.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-waitress.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-6025925785673646169</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 00:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-04T20:00:38.999-06:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6D8z54vacak2lc1bzap4RWGMJweO5Ulco-nKrBXM4-fGH-k9BFaroIvekv9EB4sk1Dpp4tptKiI2Hf2sBU09wlHDyDKA6YBgHjEbrFaMuJZTcfYiB0uLKRFce6yhihkW4QFQCLck1uY/s1600-h/bonnets2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6D8z54vacak2lc1bzap4RWGMJweO5Ulco-nKrBXM4-fGH-k9BFaroIvekv9EB4sk1Dpp4tptKiI2Hf2sBU09wlHDyDKA6YBgHjEbrFaMuJZTcfYiB0uLKRFce6yhihkW4QFQCLck1uY/s400/bonnets2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297986863179753090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love vintage post cards; I use to collect them. This one is from &lt;a href="www.shilohpostcards.com"&gt;www.shilohpostcards.com&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-vintage-post-cards-i-use-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6D8z54vacak2lc1bzap4RWGMJweO5Ulco-nKrBXM4-fGH-k9BFaroIvekv9EB4sk1Dpp4tptKiI2Hf2sBU09wlHDyDKA6YBgHjEbrFaMuJZTcfYiB0uLKRFce6yhihkW4QFQCLck1uY/s72-c/bonnets2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-7489604693382091665</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 00:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-01T18:10:07.454-06:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQbFOmNWcVxlwjwGmoMUrcME3JdY_ZHz3JstfZkUyqTjJ6yEHChAppeGFCxxanwVJ5hdYnp4_cafu1WIO0gVafa03nM8jGUrIKBJLOydvn4_TejdK154VZuT5ADJpV2YNM42JrkwdPCkQ/s1600-h/gina+and+nells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQbFOmNWcVxlwjwGmoMUrcME3JdY_ZHz3JstfZkUyqTjJ6yEHChAppeGFCxxanwVJ5hdYnp4_cafu1WIO0gVafa03nM8jGUrIKBJLOydvn4_TejdK154VZuT5ADJpV2YNM42JrkwdPCkQ/s400/gina+and+nells.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297984775196333170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc3reGS_J6kC9wW3QRjAcf9SqXGDt86dmWJN8vQZqx6TYk8JBUH7APaAgYZQoca0_rXeggtYyffCnMlhhCoCTxdXsnShOYnnFcd0Wo6uDxT8AI1AowhJo_9Vdx1jNrQtOutZkrtQmzgeo/s1600-h/gina+and+nells+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc3reGS_J6kC9wW3QRjAcf9SqXGDt86dmWJN8vQZqx6TYk8JBUH7APaAgYZQoca0_rXeggtYyffCnMlhhCoCTxdXsnShOYnnFcd0Wo6uDxT8AI1AowhJo_9Vdx1jNrQtOutZkrtQmzgeo/s400/gina+and+nells+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297984775620908130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pp1nuA92jQvaQ7R4jP9j7c7PTvQNmfqAKsI4F4WcWSnHV-pdNMXFJDwk-qZvwKolBa4g0vaeHf-edlvNldY7Mr0EFoPo9LTzssEnhbTUja1gS7-wJzTkD1N_idRU9Jmc98Q-30CllIc/s1600-h/Heat+wave+in+January.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pp1nuA92jQvaQ7R4jP9j7c7PTvQNmfqAKsI4F4WcWSnHV-pdNMXFJDwk-qZvwKolBa4g0vaeHf-edlvNldY7Mr0EFoPo9LTzssEnhbTUja1gS7-wJzTkD1N_idRU9Jmc98Q-30CllIc/s400/Heat+wave+in+January.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297984776871644258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got out for some fresh winter air yesterday! It was actually 47 degrees, which is like a heat wave for us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were around The St.Paul Winter Carnival, and the kids went Ice Skating, and we looked at a bunch of melting Ice Sculptures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nells had a blast too.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-got-out-for-some-fresh-winter-air.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQbFOmNWcVxlwjwGmoMUrcME3JdY_ZHz3JstfZkUyqTjJ6yEHChAppeGFCxxanwVJ5hdYnp4_cafu1WIO0gVafa03nM8jGUrIKBJLOydvn4_TejdK154VZuT5ADJpV2YNM42JrkwdPCkQ/s72-c/gina+and+nells.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-6708375930332433790</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2009 23:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-04T17:47:24.483-06:00</atom:updated><title>A Few Christmas Photos</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLBaXrGG2_yToIxaWvj5iQcO5N-rLOVXKy8cd4qSfPO9P6ThdkcIRfOt1Bfj1o2DCsPFID0sM9PZ2Ly_eLHWMYwi8FpWE5QRCYVTW0mKiM8qRUQ5rKAohvdDQvqG2fwsmS_uaMcbKULo/s1600-h/DSC01347.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLBaXrGG2_yToIxaWvj5iQcO5N-rLOVXKy8cd4qSfPO9P6ThdkcIRfOt1Bfj1o2DCsPFID0sM9PZ2Ly_eLHWMYwi8FpWE5QRCYVTW0mKiM8qRUQ5rKAohvdDQvqG2fwsmS_uaMcbKULo/s400/DSC01347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287586978486291906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is me and my sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqZgovoL_cQCWyShIOswgibSKr47z2aB8i0fgm-R9EZbu2ogv95e74iirY2SMlZ-qZkp2336u7I6BYbE84HVdEy54DHIAdNCqD1bT5M_vFcRh0lkxzUIC7xqQ45zJ3ZssxoyNMR7c6xE/s1600-h/DSC01376.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqZgovoL_cQCWyShIOswgibSKr47z2aB8i0fgm-R9EZbu2ogv95e74iirY2SMlZ-qZkp2336u7I6BYbE84HVdEy54DHIAdNCqD1bT5M_vFcRh0lkxzUIC7xqQ45zJ3ZssxoyNMR7c6xE/s400/DSC01376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287586968619956898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Kevin thought this new hat/neck warmer was cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieqo7h4Q5QXGGEsTOsTTEPb2rJUPsQKpKs741inWzg3yenJxC87G0biP3WPFkyaimsw6afMKhq68IEMS-K_O6wRcpKF7YqtWg76nHCCVczQSzRAj8DeshHwPZRdGz0g9RpFFZecryewWE/s1600-h/DSC01374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieqo7h4Q5QXGGEsTOsTTEPb2rJUPsQKpKs741inWzg3yenJxC87G0biP3WPFkyaimsw6afMKhq68IEMS-K_O6wRcpKF7YqtWg76nHCCVczQSzRAj8DeshHwPZRdGz0g9RpFFZecryewWE/s400/DSC01374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287586964799439746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Madelynn had her eye on these bottoms for months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-christmas-photos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLBaXrGG2_yToIxaWvj5iQcO5N-rLOVXKy8cd4qSfPO9P6ThdkcIRfOt1Bfj1o2DCsPFID0sM9PZ2Ly_eLHWMYwi8FpWE5QRCYVTW0mKiM8qRUQ5rKAohvdDQvqG2fwsmS_uaMcbKULo/s72-c/DSC01347.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-7054859051663768710</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2009 23:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-04T17:31:53.352-06:00</atom:updated><title>Madelynn and I on New Year's</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPStcfCs62-P466JjMa1ndGcscHYtYA0njRAuHPoEF8-XAr1DolxlSie6r0cSfeUzdhtlye48qaLkYSPueUf_WUCH7F0EaPTWIP3UhyphenhyphennIz3n7DEhAeUPKYMWjuhYsod3yxhFIQ-NH6pro/s1600-h/DSC01400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPStcfCs62-P466JjMa1ndGcscHYtYA0njRAuHPoEF8-XAr1DolxlSie6r0cSfeUzdhtlye48qaLkYSPueUf_WUCH7F0EaPTWIP3UhyphenhyphennIz3n7DEhAeUPKYMWjuhYsod3yxhFIQ-NH6pro/s400/DSC01400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287585245350006178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/01/madelynn-and-i-on-new-years.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPStcfCs62-P466JjMa1ndGcscHYtYA0njRAuHPoEF8-XAr1DolxlSie6r0cSfeUzdhtlye48qaLkYSPueUf_WUCH7F0EaPTWIP3UhyphenhyphennIz3n7DEhAeUPKYMWjuhYsod3yxhFIQ-NH6pro/s72-c/DSC01400.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331467663283525050.post-9127726961302123831</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 16:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-03T10:55:22.302-06:00</atom:updated><title>The College Analogy</title><description>My journey and walk with Christ can be looked at the same way I would look at a class that a Professor is teaching at College.&lt;br /&gt;How does taking a class at College work? &lt;br /&gt;-You have a Teacher&lt;br /&gt;-You have a major&lt;br /&gt;-You have to learn/study&lt;br /&gt;-You have to take what you learn/study and USE it in life&lt;br /&gt;-You have to gain new skills/polish up what you know/change with the times/generations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class we can listen and pay close attention, and study and be hungry for more everyday, and be eager to learn--which in the long run we'll be great Doctors, or whatever major we are studying. OR we can slack off, not really pay attention, or study--or really immerse ourselves, and become terrible in our field. We won't really be able to be all that our Professor's were trying to help us become. Even if we didn't get the greatest grades, that would be OK--we are human, we aren't perfect. But we could still be learning and evolving along the way if with stick with it, everyday, and are ready to keep learning and studying--so we are prepared for live that major out in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a really good analogy for our walks in this Christian life. The same will happen or not happen depending on how good of students we are in God's Word. What is Jesus, our Teacher trying to teach us? What is our "Major?"  Are we focusing on what He is teaching us through the Bible? Are we immersing ourselves in the Word by reading it everyday, like going to class? Are we then mediating on it, or studying it, through prayer and contemplation? If we are, we would be prepared to live out in the world, and live how He has taught us to. We will be equipped in dealing with others, and dealing with relationships, ministry, all the things that the New Testament has to say. Just like in class at college, if we keep at it everyday, eager to learn, and we study and practice, we will be able to live it out. Not perfectly, but like Paul says "Know why you have the hope that you have, and be prepared to answer". &lt;br /&gt;If we don't do these things in College or in our walks with Jesus, then what will happen? The subject will grow further away from us, because we won't give it the time it needs from us. We won't really learn much if we slack off in class, or don't take the time to study for a "test". We will separate ourselves from our Teacher, because the Teacher is going to let us choose what we are "into" and what we want to learn etc. . . If we aren't putting our all into the class, the Teacher isn't going to force us, so we will be more and more isolated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN after getting your College degree you must continue your education to be relevant in your job. I mean think if a Doctor got his degree but never learned anything new. Or a teacher or even a hairdresser! I know Hairdresser's that admit they can't do "up do's" because of how they change through the years, they change with the times, and they have to train and prepare for the current year. Generations change, and there are different crowds, different ways of doing things. So as Christ Followers, we have to stay relevant to our culture, and the people in it. Take my daughter's generation for instance; I have to be adaptable to teach her and her friends. So I have to polish up on what I know and how I can make that real for her if I am going to share Christ with her in any way, whether it's through teaching, serving, or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Accountant must learn the new tax laws, lawyers, dentists.  Like when you get your degree, "New Life In Christ" , the learning can't stop there... if we don't continue our education/growth/seeking.. we will not be relevant to our career.. major etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of student are you going to be? Will you be a Scholar? Or a slacker? What will you do with what you learn? Will what you learn and submerse yourself into stand up to getting you out into the "real" world? Your Teacher is patient, and loving, and wants you to immerse yourself---it's hard work, it takes time, it takes discipline; sometimes it's discouraging, sometimes there are difficulties involved, it's not always easy. &lt;br /&gt;But the life you will be able to live out will far out way what it takes to "get there." What we study and practice will come to full bloom if we stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Gina L. Norman&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Amy Kehn</description><link>http://asadeerpantsforwater.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Louise Norman)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>