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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIBSXoycSp7ImA9WhRbGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739449725819033764</id><updated>2012-02-10T09:25:58.499-06:00</updated><category term="weather" /><category term="paranoid" /><category term="children" /><category term="kosher" /><category term="finance" /><category term="mortgage" /><category term="adt" /><category term="dogs" /><category term="song" /><category term="marriage" /><category term="BluCig" /><category term="safety" /><category term="Corpus christi" /><category term="venison" /><category term="organic" /><category term="oklahoma earthquake" /><category term="2012" /><category term="dreams" /><category term="KC IC" /><category term="ghostwriting" /><category term="affiliate" /><category term="food" /><category term="tamale" /><category term="GBS" /><category term="ice skating" /><category term="cigarette" /><category term="insurance" /><category term="poetry" /><category term="new year" /><category term="craigslist" /><category term="morning" /><category term="potty training" /><category term="electric cigarette" /><category term="curse" /><category term="mexican cooking" /><category term="Secutiry choice" /><category term="love" /><category term="tamales for sale" /><category term="protection" /><category term="japan earthquake" /><title>Elli's Thoughts</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dewsparkles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dewsparkles.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7739449725819033764/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>elli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xJExYKeSPQc/TvviDMtKqkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sNXErRJozNE/s220/297086_185727208170154_100001986294798_393825_519593437_n.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/EllisThoughts" /><feedburner:info uri="ellisthoughts" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIBSXs6eyp7ImA9WhRbGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739449725819033764.post-2767761542505146389</id><published>2012-02-10T09:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T09:25:58.513-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-10T09:25:58.513-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Open house party is on Sunday... which will be fun.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to seeing everyone in my new home. This will be a very short post... since I only came over to submit an article ... we are off to do errands today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739449725819033764-2767761542505146389?l=dewsparkles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Please give me 
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
My Elohim&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
the strength to Obey You&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I want to Love You&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
my Elohim&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
This world is crushing&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
this world is deadly&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
but I know that you are&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
with me now...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I want to Love You&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
my Elohim&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Thank you for all you've done for me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
thank you that you've brought me here&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I am grateful that you've remembered me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
now I remember you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I want to Love You&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
my Elohim&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I want to be close to You&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
my Elohim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739449725819033764-4351708152290338395?l=dewsparkles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
You may laugh at me where I am writing
this, but for lack of my own embarrassment I won't tell you.  It is
almost 3:30 in the morning and I cannot sleep.  I will tell you why:
I have another dream.  I wrote on Facebook today wondering why I am
plagued with dreams about my children being torn from me, i.e.
stolen/dying.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
In my first dream, someone was trying
to take my daughter was me but as much as I struggled that person
kept inching closer.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
My second dream, my son bled to death.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
My third dream, I was shopping in the
grocery store.  I was at the check-out line and something happened
where when I looked back, my cart was gone! After searching
frantically I found my cart, but it has two my small children in it. 
In my mind, one of them was mind and one of them wasn't.  But where
was my Noah?! My beautiful boy! He was GONE! And no matter how many
times I called him, no matter how many times I searched for him, he
was gone.  There was boys in the store that looked similar to him,
but weren't him.  And I woke up feeling very sad.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I went to check on my children.  It's a
natural response to a dream like that.. and now I've been awake for
more than an hour and cannot go back to sleep.  I had my husband pray
with him as he's done in the previous dreams, but why won't they go
away? What is YHWH trying to show me?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I found an old friend of mine on
DeviantArt.  I say old friend because we are no longer friends.  At
one point in time, she cursed me because I told her we cannot be
friends because she brings me down to a spiritual level that I do not
want to be.  I apologized to you in the past, and I said that I hope
she could see past that and I asked her what she cursed me for.  She
did curse me.  She did a very long blog about it, but when I tried to
find it I realized that it was deleted.  So I asked her to tell me if
she remembered. 
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I wouldn't say that she has been
thinking about me lately because our feud ended a couple years ago,
but there is a nagging question in the back of my mind that maybe she
is trying to torment me because I can have children and she cannot. 
So because she cannot she wishes to torment me by having my children
ripped from me? I hope not.  Part of me knows that its all spiritual.
 Some spirit or spirits or haShatan is tormenting me.  Why?  Is it
because I am trying to do better?  Do I stand as a threat to him? And
by these dreams my spirit weakens a bit.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
But I pray.  I continuously pray over
the protection of my little ones.  I love them so very much.  They
mean everything to me.  What am I to do? But seek HIS comfort. (YHWH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739449725819033764-1792168999278989501?l=dewsparkles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Prostrate I lay before you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
in despair I pray&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
ashes cover my head 
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
in tatters I lay&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Speak to me, my Eloah&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
don't forget, don't turn away&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
remember me anew&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
forget who I was&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Please remember me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
forgive me for what I was&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Selfish arrogance&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
bitter negligence&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
to know You, Yahuwah&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
is all that I ask&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I beg you, Yahuwah&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I seek your face&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
only You&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Only You,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
can Save me, can rescue me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
from despair&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Chorus: 
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Speak to me, my Eloah&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
don't forget, don't turn away&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
remember me anew&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
forget who I was&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Please remember me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
forgive me for what I was&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Selfish arrogance&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
bitter negligence&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
to know You, Yahuwah&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
is all that I ask&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739449725819033764-2043970552447648228?l=dewsparkles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I seek your face&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
in prayer I praise&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
the One who delivers&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
the One who Saves&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
In Obedience I follow You in troubled
times&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Your Word, Your Truth&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
help me to remember You&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Chorus: 
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
The stars will fall&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
the earth will quake&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
the water may rise&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
fires will ignite&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
people will fight 
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
and I ask You&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Oh, Yahuwah 
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
please hear me now&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Everyone says the World is Ending&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
this is the year&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
this is the last, 
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
so fervantly I pray to You&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Remember Me,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Don't forget me here&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Chorus: 2x&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
The stars will fall&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
the earth will quake&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
the water may rise&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
fires will ignite&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
people will fight 
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
and I ask You&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Oh, Yahuwah 
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
please hear me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739449725819033764-6656381297019170577?l=dewsparkles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I stand before you an imperfect man,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't promise You I won't stumble,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fail or get things wrong from time &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to time.  I can promise you this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will remain faithful to you, only you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will love you unconditionally.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will cherish and care for you in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything I do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll be by your side as a best friend &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and husband should until death part us both.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In sickness and health, good times and bad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Since the day I laid eyes on you, &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I knew Yah had selected you for me. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am unworthy and I praise and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thank our Father in Heaven for the gift&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;of your love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739449725819033764-682651849608825277?l=dewsparkles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;In meekness I pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;in humbleness I speak Your Name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;for I am nothing so grand or great as You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;O Yahuwah, I love you, my Eloah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;So speak to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;fervantly I pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;So speak to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I listen all day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739449725819033764-4410882575252573227?l=dewsparkles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Mix together and comb in dog's hair.  It can also be used in a bandana around the dog's neck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Not sure where I found this...but just so you know it's not mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739449725819033764-5340567245472229586?l=dewsparkles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Mix all together and Voila! The saukerkraut is a bit on the strong side. -That may be because I used Walmart's store brand &lt;i&gt;Great Value!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. But I don't think its too bad.  For those of you who don't particularly care for saukerkraut.. omit. Lol. :)&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/7739449725819033764-7211065436634491127?l=dewsparkles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It would be nice if we were loving all the time.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I wish I was a more submissive wife, and Sean a more dominant husband.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I would like to see more encouragement on both our parts.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;No more yelling and losing our tempers.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Compassion when we are sick.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Tolerance and patience for our flaws.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;More of a servant's heart toward one another.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;No idle words or threats.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A greater amount of scriptural guidance.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Completely treasured and loved above all else.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
If
 money is the root of all evil, then I guess that makes me one very evil
 man.  Let me start off by saying that I am actually a very loving and 
caring man.  However, when my boss came to me and offered me a promotion
 one of the first questions that I had was how much of a pay increase 
would there be.  After that was out of the way, we then moved on to 
talking about the transfer.  That’s right, I’m getting promoted but it 
comes at the price of relocating.  Luckily, it’s just my wife and me so 
the move shouldn’t be too difficult.  The only worry that I have is the 
severe difference is weather.  You see, we’re moving from Atlanta, 
Georgia to Columbus, Ohio, in the middle of the winter.  Oh well, the 
increase in pay absolutely makes it worth it.  And what does a guy do 
with a substantial pay raise?  Well, bulk up my cable package, of 
course.  A quick search for &lt;a href="http://www.direct.tv/direct-tv/Ohio/C/direct-tv-Columbus/" title="directv in columbus website"&gt;directv in columbus&lt;/a&gt;
 and we’re all set up for the largest package that they offer.  No more 
worrying about what we’re going to do when we get snowed in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739449725819033764-3991050974140222681?l=dewsparkles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Last night I stayed up late watching a
movie on NetFlix.  It was called Partition, dealing with the civil
war in the late 1940s between the Sikhs and the Muslims.  About
halfway through the movie it was a beautiful love story of a Muslim
girl and former-Sikh soldier.  They should have ended the movie right
there, but no.  The movie continued for another hour and the girl's
family imprisoned her so that she would not go back to see him.  Then
when they are finally able to be together at the train station, the
girl's brother pushes him over the edge of a railing that connects
both sides of the railroad platforms.  He is run over by the train. 
Sob. Sob. The girl and her little boy go to live in England. The end!
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I was so very disappointed.. and
fustrated!  Why did it have to end that way?! What's wrong with
happily ever after endings?  Our world is very full of drama, why
would I want to watch a sad drama?  I ended up going to back at 1
p.m... what a waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was somewhat of an uneventful
day.  It was our New Moon Sabbath.  Once a month when the first
crescent of the moon can be seen we have a sabbath.  -A complete day
of rest dedicated to YHWH.  It was nice to sleep in til 9 and then
take a late morning nap.  Sometimes it seems that I could sleep and
sleep but never feel refreshed.  Or maybe its not I'm not getting the
proper amounts of sleep.  
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
My daughter has been driving me up the
wall lately.  I don't know what's wrong with her.  I mean there isn't
something dreadfully wrong with her, but every time she is corrected
she wails and cries.  She never used to do that.  She has been acting
as if something is wrong with her.  Do young children only get the
pre-molars? For lack of a better word?  Or do they get another set
too? I'm wondering if she's been teething.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Noah has been acting like same
too...like he's teething, but so far there doesn't seem to be any
“nubbins” to indicate any teeth popping through.  -Though I know
that there doesn't have to be.  Neither of them have had fevers...
but each child shows different symptoms for everything.  Not only
that Kadence has been waking up a least once for the past couple of
weeks.  It's hard to get her to sleep the entire night without
crying, and Noah goes to bed late and wakes up early.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Sometimes I feel like it would be
better for me not to sleep at all...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
So we were reading Scripture today and
it seems that any religion that takes you away from your &lt;i&gt;true
married husband&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; is a religious
whore.  Our true husband being Yahushua, as we are to strive to be
his bride.  It's true that when people come into the faith that they
are either bombarded with Christianity or Judaism which (pardon my
blunt tongue) are the whores trying to take us away from Yahushua,
the groom.  Just some observations....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Well... I'm feeling
that someone needs my help...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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:Elli:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739449725819033764-8025270663210858078?l=dewsparkles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It seems of late that I've been writing
my blog posts at an early hour, and I would have written one at five
o'clock this morning except I misplaced my laptop.  I searched
everywhere! It was only when I went back to bed that I realized that
I hid it under our guest bed to keep it hidden from my daughter.  It
worked too well and I succeeded in hiding it from myself. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;
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Today I had somewhat of an
emotional/mental break down.  It has once again come to my attention
that I am a self-conceited, tempered bitch. (Please, excuse the
language).  But its true.  And I have these moments where I get so
self-conscious about myself that I become fire-spirited wench.  Its
like this well of fury and anger lives in me and I want to smash and
break everything in sight.  I hate what I become.  I hate how I
feel... and then I know what I am... and I know how I am acting but I
don't know how I am to cope.&lt;/div&gt;
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I love my children and I love my
family... but in all truth sometimes I feel neglected.  Sometimes I
feel... unwanted or an inconvenience to others.  I know they tell me
that is not true, but that is how I feel.  I have the spirit of anger
and the spirit of jealousy...but how do I get rid of these?  My
family never really knew about the cruelty that I suffered as a
youngster and a teen.  It really shaped me... well helped to create
my insecurities.  It was only my senior year that I found a
confidence, but in essence who I became was just a front to all the
years and years of my locked up insecurities.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then after I had my...fit...for lack of
a better word I felt extremely remorseful and wretched.  Often I feel
like I am a dreadful person... and today up until my husband came
home I was dreadfully depressed.  I put the kiddos down for a nap and
I had not the strength to do anything but sleep. Gosh... I had a
freaking pity party! Ugh... I wonder about myself sometimes.  
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I wonder if it started from the
dreadful dream I had last night.  In my dream I watched vividly as my
son died from an accident.  But this dream this not affect me as much
as the dream I had about my daughter.  I mean it did, but I didn't
became a hysterical mess.  -That's what I became with the dream about
my daughter until YHWH spoke to me in Psalms 121.  Then I could not
sleep, but it did stem from some reality and maybe it just didn't
really hit me.  My son almost died turning his birth.  And in my
dream I was calm and I was very thankful for all the moments YHWH had
allowed me to spend with him.  I say this calmly, but I don't know
what I would do without my family.  I fear I would become a mess. 
Heck, at the thought of being away from my family I turn into a mess.
 Is that pathetic or what?&lt;/div&gt;
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Earlier I wrote a text to my husband
saying that I needed to get away.  I needed to go back to WI for my
sanity.  Later on he told me that it scared him.  It scares him to
think that I would leave him.  I told him it was not me leaving
him... it just that sometimes I need a break... I need to visit my
family.  It's one thing to be around his family, but I miss my
mother.  For the past six years I have not be around my parents a lot
and I miss them.  I need a confidant. 
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On a note of the very crazy and
slightly disturbing whether of 2012, we are having thunderstorms in
January!  Today it was 54 degrees Fahrenheit.  This weather is not
normal.  I guess there was even reports of hail.  Now in far northern
Missouri to Iowa it is snowing! What the... We are sure in for a lot
of surprises here in 2012.  By the way according to Spaceweather.com
the latest CME was strong enough to complete our magnetic field and
mess with our satellites and our ionicsphere.  Isn't that lovely? 
And with all sincerity I can tell you that it won't be the last. 
&lt;b&gt;Sigh&lt;/b&gt; and we are only in January!&lt;/div&gt;
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I love my family... I love my
children... I love my husband.&lt;/div&gt;
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I started potty training Kadence a
couple of weeks ago.  Well, getting her familiar with the potty chair
and trying to get her to connect when she goes to the bathroom with
the word “potty”.  I will have to say that she's not even two yet
and yesterday was a day of wonderful surprises!  After lunch she was
grunting (pooping) and she was standing by the table and then it
dawned on me.  -To stick her on the potty chair while she was
pooping.  I rushed her into the bathroom and quickly undressed her. 
She pooped the moment I sat her on the toilet.  -That's how bad she
had to go.  Lol.  Her first real experience with the potty chair and
she cried and cried and cried! Poor girl... I think the experience
scared her.  Nonetheless, we praised her on what a big girl she was
and how wonderful she did.  
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Later on in the evening my husband and
I had rushed off to get groceries while the kiddos staying with the
grandparents.  I was told that Grandma asked Kadence is she had to go
potty since she hadn't peed in her diaper yet.  They were getting
them ready for bed.  Grandma and Kadence then went to the potty, but
nothing happened.  So Grandma left with Kadence following behind to
throw away her diaper.  I was then told that Kadence left on her own
accord and went to the potty chair and peed all by herself! 
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To some of you who are not parents,
this may not seem like such a big ordeal to you like so what she used
the potty.  -But it quite the development skill for young children to
connect the word “potty” with peeing, pooping AND using the potty
chair.  They have to learn and realize that they are going potty, and
when they are going potty.  Then they have to learn that they
shouldn't go potty in their diapers, but in the toilet.  We,
Americans, train our children to poop and pee in diapers and then we
have to &lt;i&gt;untrain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; them to going
to the bathroom like adults.  I heard once that in third-world
countries that they teach their young children to go potty like
adults from birth.  I would be curious how they accomplish this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So praises for
Kadence! My big girl! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739449725819033764-4130600544429732174?l=dewsparkles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Last night I was very disappointed to
find out that my article that I had worked hours on...literally like
six hours or so... was denied.  They told me that it had numerous
grammatical errors, was plagiarized seven times, had cited sources in
the wrong place, and that I forgot to put in link descriptions.   I
admit that I forgot the link descriptions, so I know that is my
fault, but the rest at was at a loss for.  I mean plagarism! Come
on... I was really upset about that denial and the fact that they
gave me an F-.  
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But whatever I've realized that working
as a ghostwriter that I am selling myself short... and for what a
measly $15 for 6 hours of work? Ugh. Well on the positive side I can
focus my attention on something else...like blogging...making
tamales... and quilting.  
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Today my daughter is driving me nuts,
but I'm trying to have patience.  Every single time she doesn't get
her way she screeches and distracting her doesn't help at all. 
-That's what they say to do. Gosh, I don't want to say she's
spoiled..but dang I really hope we can overcome this stage.  I'm at a
loss of how to deal with her.&lt;/div&gt;
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My friend Sue gave me my first real
order of tamales:&lt;/div&gt;
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1 dozen of shredded chicken with olives&lt;/div&gt;
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1 dozen of shredded beef&lt;/div&gt;
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1 dozen of vegetarian: &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;black
beans, jalapenos, red beans, cheddar cheese, diced tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So once I pick up
my supplies I can start on them! =) I was going to originally charge
$10 for a dozen, but she said that was too cheap... and she paid $20
for a dozen in the past.  -Before she knew that most tamales are made
with animal shortening: lard.  She also eats kosher like we do.  I
would rather buy organic ingredients for them, but I think she'll be
O.K. with non-organic for them, at least until I get myself more
established.&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't plan on
making this a big corporation or anything like that... just a little
selling of tamales to my friends and family.  Do I need a license or
anything like that for that? Hmm... I'm not sure...but I'll
definitely check on it especially if I get more customers.  Only time
will tell...&lt;/div&gt;
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Well my husband
and I have been keeping an eye on the seismographs monitoring various
areas in YellowStone National Park.  One of them ( I can't remember
the name) was inactive as of January 11, 2012 and now it's all over
the place.  It just looks like a mess of green, red and black
combined, just so you can get an idea of how much activity has been
going on lately.  My husband thinks that Yellowstone is going to
erupt this year.  It will definitely be a sight to behold.  I asked
my husband if there is anything we need to do or buy to be prepared
and he doesn't know.  He kind of thought that we wouldn't be able to
prepare ourselves adequately enough.  Out of what we know, the ash
would affect us more than it would for my parents in Wisconsin or our
other relatives in California.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
YHWH is with us
along as we obey His Commandments... though we may walk through the
valley of the shadow of death we shall fear no evil.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
SO BE IT!&lt;/div&gt;
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:Elisheva:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739449725819033764-7361692309589354660?l=dewsparkles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Good morning to anyone of you who read
this!  I have no followers at the moment, so I'm not sure if anyone
does read my blog... but if you do...good morning. :) I surprised
myself today.  I woke up before my family wide awake.  Noah and
Kadence decided to sleep in today.  Of all the days they could be
sleeping in they had to choose a day that I awoke up early anyway.
Figures.&lt;/div&gt;
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Last night I worked on one of my
articles.  It was two words short of 1800 words.  The minimum was 750
words.  Gosh... can I not write a shorter article? Anyway, I'll get
paid $15 if they accept it.  I really hope they do because I put a
lot of hard work into that article.  There's a part of me that hates
being a ghostwriter because you get no credit for it at all since you
are selling all of your rights.  -Maybe that's the writer in me.  On
the other hand I'm okay with it because I make more money selling all
of my rights to my articles vs. trying to write articles more content
mills that pay less than a couple dollars a month.  -So for now this
works.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I did plan on saving the money that I
was paid as a ghostwriter but since my husbands work has slacked off
(at least for this week and last week) my money has been used to pay
for groceries.  -Which isn't a bad thing at all because we need to
eat and that way I don't have to ask the in-laws for money.&lt;/div&gt;
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I must confess that my husband and I
had a very bad fight yesterday... and well lately it had just kept
building up fight after fight after fight. I don't like fighting and
I know in ways it is both of us.  He says something rude... then I
say or do something back.  Anyway, I texted him (sometimes we
communicate better that way) and told him that if he keeps treating
me this way with the verbal abuse that I will have to leave and take
the children with me.  I told him I will not tolerate to be treated
that way.  It's not that I want to leave him because I would be very
heart-broken to do so...but if I had to for the sake of my sanity and
for the stability of my children...I would do so. -And I say I was an
inch close to leaving.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
He came to me and apologized.  He
apologized for the 2 ½ years of our marriage that he has been
treating me like crap.  He also said that he didn't want us to leave
and that he was going to try to make up for it.  This house (he said)
was a way to show his love for me... all the hard work that he put in
it.. and I see it but he said that he realized that wasn't enough. 
He said that he needed to encourage me more... and how I am is his
fault for not building me up and encouraging me but tearing me down
and creating my insecurities.  In the Hall family there is a
generational curse, the Hall men verbally abuse and treat their wives
or girlfriends like crap.  My husband said it is like he has to work
against this &lt;i&gt;demon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; to not be
that way.  At one point in time he said that he wanted to blow his
brains out for becoming like his father. -Not that he wanted to
commit suicide it just was devastating for him to realize how much of
the Hall men genes he acquired, i.e. the quality of verbally abusing
their wives.  Our belief in generational curses is that they do
happen, but each individual has to pray against it and work against
it just as we all have to individually work for our salvation.  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;So...
today is Day 1 after our agreement to begin a new marriage... without
fighting and strife and hateful words. Not only did it affect us, but
it also affected our children.  Kadence's disobedient, rebellious
behavior was proof of that.  And I will note that our talk, we had
more understanding more one another... and that we were good to each
other the rest of the day! :) I really do want a happy, peaceful
house... a house that has true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;shalom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;.
 &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I thank my Creator
YHWH! I thank Him for blessing me with such a wonderful family...my
children...my husband... my extended family.  I thank Him for
everything He has done for me! =) 
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Today will be a
good day...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Tomorrow my sister is coming to visit me, so I think I'm going to ask her to bring her tamale cooker.&amp;nbsp; Cooking tamales in rice steamers just takes too long!!! I really hope this works out because we could use the extra cash...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739449725819033764-4370380281171273701?l=dewsparkles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I hate this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;As I was waiting for the coptis to kick in, I was contemplating gallbladder surgery even though I am against surgery, unless you're on the verge of dying.  Would having it removed be O.K. Or would it create extra problems like I fear it would? But I haven't even completed my cleanse yet, so I cannot yet change my mind.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I pray that through the regiment that I am doing that it will heal my gallbladder, and thus heal my body.  I hope...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Elisheva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739449725819033764-1112604079367593359?l=dewsparkles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;As I was waiting for the coptis to kick in, I was contemplating gallbladder surgery eventhough I am against unnecessary surgery, for example unless you're dying.  Would having it removed be O.K. Or would it create extra problems like I fear it would.  But I haven't even done my cleanse yet, so I cannot change my mind yet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Elisheva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7739449725819033764-2005111048228508258?l=dewsparkles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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