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If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy, but don't love, I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. &amp;nbsp;If I speak God's Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, "Jump," and it jumps, but I don't love, I am nothing. 1 Corinthians 13: 1-2&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733634889802561001-770950129600832263?l=increasinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He hides away sound and godly Wisdom and stores it for the righteous (those who are upright and in right standing with Him); &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He is a shield to those who walk uprightly and in integrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Proverbs 2:7 (The Amplified Bible)&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Isn't this an amazing promise? &amp;nbsp;In Him I can have sound and godly wisdom. &amp;nbsp;Who doesn't need some of that, right? &amp;nbsp;God has many great and awesome promises for us. &amp;nbsp;And He wants to happily give them to us. &amp;nbsp;BUT, I do need to do something to receive them. &amp;nbsp;I need to walk uprightly and in integrity. &amp;nbsp;Can I earn my way to heaven? &amp;nbsp;Absolutely not. In no way. Not ever. He gives me my salvation. &amp;nbsp;And even though I can not, in my human state, live up to His standard of holiness, He calls me to walk uprightly and in integrity. &amp;nbsp;That is what I am supposed to do to do my part in receiving His promises. &amp;nbsp;I am not responsible for the integrity of others. &amp;nbsp;I am responsible for the integrity or lack thereof in me. &amp;nbsp;I need to do the next right thing. &amp;nbsp;One right thing at a time. &amp;nbsp;That is my job for as long as I live on this earth. Integrity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733634889802561001-7427543332172811560?l=increasinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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His divine power has given us &lt;i&gt;everything we need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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for life and godliness through our knowledge of him&lt;/div&gt;
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who called us by his own glory and goodness.&lt;/div&gt;
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Through these he has given us his &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;very great and&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;precious promises&lt;/span&gt;, so that through them&lt;/div&gt;
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you may participate in the divine nature&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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and escape the corruption in the world caused by evil desires.&lt;/div&gt;
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For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith &lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;goodness&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;
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and to goodness, &lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt;; and to knowledge, &lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;self-control&lt;/span&gt;;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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and to self-control, &lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt;; and to perseverance, &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;godliness&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;
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and to godliness, &lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;"&gt;brotherly kindness&lt;/span&gt;; and to brotherly kindness, &lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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For if you possess these qualities in &lt;i&gt;increasing measure&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your&lt;/div&gt;
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knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ. But if anyone does not have them,&lt;/div&gt;
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he is nearsighted and blind, and has forgotten that &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; has been&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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cleanses from his past sins.&lt;/div&gt;
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2 Peter 1: 3-9&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(emphasis mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We put our faith into many things each day. &amp;nbsp;Let's make sure that we are ultimately putting our faith into the author and protector of our faith, &amp;nbsp;a God who saves, leads, guides, protects, and loves us without fail.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733634889802561001-8198346801056226605?l=increasinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Emma used her Christmas money to buy a My American Girl Doll. &amp;nbsp;It was delivered the other day and she was so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733634889802561001-689187789828822464?l=increasinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Father God,&lt;br /&gt;
I lift up to you today, Jack's teacher and Emma's teacher. &amp;nbsp;I pray that you will give them endurance and stamina for the remainder of this school year. &amp;nbsp;I pray that you will give them wisdom for each day. &amp;nbsp;Give them needed insights about each of their students so that they can provide the right learning environment and atmosphere. &amp;nbsp;Bring to light anything that needs to be addressed. &amp;nbsp;Help them to be good role models to their students. &amp;nbsp;Show them any behaviors that need to be addressed and how to address them. &amp;nbsp;I pray that these teachers will insist on kindness and respect from their students, both toward the teachers and toward fellow classmates. &amp;nbsp;Help them to hold their students accountable for their actions in a way that is effective and respectful. &amp;nbsp;Keep them in good physical and mental health. &amp;nbsp;Help them to competent and compassionate teachers who are focused on helping their students learn in a positive way. &amp;nbsp;Keep frustrations from clouding their judgment or opinions. &amp;nbsp;Give them the tools and resources they need to do their jobs well. &amp;nbsp;Bring back any enthusiasm that has waned and may they be encouraged today that they are doing noble work. &lt;br /&gt;
I thank you, Lord, for these teachers and for all the work they do. &amp;nbsp;Bless them and keep them, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;
In Your Name I pray,&lt;br /&gt;
Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733634889802561001-2112281213159930711?l=increasinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Just because something is hard doesn't mean that we get out of doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;~Joyce Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733634889802561001-2326785536426994524?l=increasinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;FOR TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Outside my window...White snow, a partially shoveled driveway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am thinking...that I shouldn't skip my walk today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am thankful...for my husband and all the hard work he does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;In&amp;nbsp;the kitchen...Ravioli for supper tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am wearing...jeans and a purple long-sleeved tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am going...to be moving furniture around this afternoon in preparation for some new carpet coming tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am wondering...if my brother might be able to help us move it back after the carpet install&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am reading...nothing. &amp;nbsp;I just returned a Francine Rivers book to the library. &amp;nbsp;It was very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am hoping...that my daughter will continue to love karate. &amp;nbsp;She told me last night that she wants to be a black belt someday. &amp;nbsp;I'd love to see that happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am looking forward to...having all this carpet done. &amp;nbsp;It's going to look fabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am learning...that I need to be more comfortable with who I am, no matter who else is around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Around the house...it's pretty clean from my all-day-top-to-bottom cleaning I did this past weekend. &amp;nbsp;The kids now have more responsibilities too, which is helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;One of my favorite things...new sheets for the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week: today both kids have after school activities that I'll be picking them up from. &amp;nbsp;Tomorrow after school is Kids Praise and Jack's confirmation and Thursday is karate. &amp;nbsp;Jack and I have a youth gathering this weekend called (un)Paved. &amp;nbsp;It should be really great and I'm hoping he will get a really positive experience in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;A peek into my day...This morning is a preschool morning for me. &amp;nbsp;I work as a teacher's aide with 3 and 4 year olds. &amp;nbsp;Then I ran to the library, the post office, and the liquor store. &amp;nbsp;I shoveled half (yes only half) of the driveway, swept it out, had lunch and sat down at the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack getting his question at the Geography Bee last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Proverbs 16:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="read-all-of" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've thought of this verse often. &amp;nbsp;Maybe that means I've been prideful and the Lord is reminding me of what happens when I let myself get prideful. &amp;nbsp;It's good reminder to lots of us. &amp;nbsp;If we let ourselves get puffed up, we are setting ourselves up for a humbling event. &amp;nbsp;An example in my life when I've let myself get super proud of my parenting, is that I would find myself dealing with a very elaborate public toddler temper tantrum. &amp;nbsp;You know the kind that gets everyone in the store looking at you and thinking about how they would never let &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;child act that way. &amp;nbsp;That, of course, is a rather small event of humility. &amp;nbsp;Pride is what we feel and live in before something brings us back down a few notches. When we get a little too big for our britches, there's bound to be something that reminds us that we just not all that. &amp;nbsp;We.....I...need to keep humble before the Lord, giving Him all glory and honor and reverence for all things. &amp;nbsp;For if I humble myself before Him, then He will lift me up.&lt;/div&gt;
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Winter is here. &amp;nbsp;There's some freezing rain coming down and a bit of snow expected. &amp;nbsp;In the morning it will be very windy too. &amp;nbsp;The kids (and my husband)....(and I)...are hoping for a snow day. &amp;nbsp;But we're not holding our breath on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733634889802561001-7077272609130443691?l=increasinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, I guess we all knew it was going to come. &amp;nbsp;It &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Minnesota. &amp;nbsp;Still not really any snow though. &amp;nbsp;I'd been missing our old home and friends lately, and then a conversation came to light that sort of brought up some of those feelings we experienced during the whole job situation. &amp;nbsp;It made me sort of glad to have moved on. &amp;nbsp;Not from our friends though. I still miss them. &amp;nbsp;It's just that sometimes the whole being new thing gets to me a little. &amp;nbsp;Being new &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I would love to just fast forward a bit to the point of having a history here. &amp;nbsp; I can't say that I've felt lonely though. &amp;nbsp;That's the benefit of having moved closer to family. &amp;nbsp;I certainly feel like I have some grounding here. &amp;nbsp;I did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;feel like that when we moved to Albert Lea. &amp;nbsp;There I did feel loneliness. &amp;nbsp;So we do have some grounding, but I still feel kind of floaty. &amp;nbsp;Sort of like a helium balloon that's attached to the ground. &amp;nbsp;I turned 38 last weekend. &amp;nbsp;Yuck. &amp;nbsp;Emma keeps coming home with various pieces of outer wear missing. &amp;nbsp;Like one time she couldn't find her pink gloves. &amp;nbsp;I bought new purple mittens. &amp;nbsp;Then she found her pink gloves---in her backpack. &amp;nbsp;Then she came home from school another time without her snowpants, boots, or any gloves at all. &amp;nbsp;After I checked her locker at school, she was once again adequately dressed for winter. &amp;nbsp;Currently we are missing one purple mitten. &amp;nbsp;Allergy stuff has been both irritating me and freaking me out at the same time. &amp;nbsp;I usually start feeling down about it when I'm in the process of renewing his epipens. &amp;nbsp;This time instead of just feeling a little bit frustrated and bummed about the whole this-is-life-long-and-he'll-never-get-a-break-from-it allergy, I'm adding just a little bit of freaking out. &amp;nbsp;Like, I gotta say, I'm a little concerned about the trip to Boston in March. &amp;nbsp;And for some reason lately I've been totally projecting into the future and getting freaked out about college. &amp;nbsp;And sending him off to a school. &amp;nbsp;Worrying about cafeterias and eating out and him having to cook for himself. &amp;nbsp;I mean he can't live on poptarts and microwaveable mashed potatoes. &amp;nbsp;And I think part of it is that while he's a kid, I can take care of this for him. &amp;nbsp;But when he grows up he's going to have to take care of it himself. &amp;nbsp;And that just kind of sucks for him. &amp;nbsp;He'll never get a break from it. &amp;nbsp;When he's not with me, &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;won't have to read labels and ask questions. &amp;nbsp;But he will. &amp;nbsp;He &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;will. &amp;nbsp;And I hate that for him. &amp;nbsp;I know college is a long way away. &amp;nbsp;(A measly 7 years) &amp;nbsp;And I know there will be lots of growing up and learning experiences too. &amp;nbsp;We'll get through it. &amp;nbsp;But it still irritates me and freaks me out a little sometimes. &amp;nbsp;I made chocolate chip cookies today and ate more of them than I should. &amp;nbsp;That is why I don't make them very often. &amp;nbsp;A little bit of this and a little bit of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733634889802561001-5821070490075940748?l=increasinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Jack had his first band concert this past Thursday night. &amp;nbsp;It was the highlight of my day and I love seeing him all dressed up! &amp;nbsp;He was hot and uncomfortable in his dress clothes, but he looked so handsome. :) &amp;nbsp;He did very well at the concert too. &amp;nbsp;The first concert of many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733634889802561001-6783205175292507441?l=increasinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I signed an &lt;a href="http://www.change.org/petitions/save-allergic-childrens-lives-in-schools" target="_blank"&gt;online petition&lt;/a&gt; advocating having epipens located in every school to provide life saving medication to anyone having an anaphylactic reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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There has been another student who died from allergic reaction at school. &amp;nbsp;It happened in Virginia. &amp;nbsp;She was 7 years old and in first grade. &amp;nbsp;It was the first day back to school after break. &amp;nbsp;It is heartbreaking and I can't stop thinking about her. &amp;nbsp;I realize that news reports and articles don't always have all the facts and that those facts can be skewed. &amp;nbsp;It sounds like she had a food allergy action plan. &amp;nbsp;It says to give Benedryl inc case of reaction. &amp;nbsp;Epipens were apparently not at school because the school said they couldn't keep prescription medication at school. &amp;nbsp;Okay, a personal aside....that just sounds ridiculous to me. &amp;nbsp;No medications at school? I guess the only reason I could maybe understand that is if there is no nurse. &amp;nbsp;Then at the end of the article it says that the school is requesting that all parents make sure that their child's allergies be noted on a list so the school can be aware. &amp;nbsp;A lot of good it did this poor girl who had a food allergy action plan in place. &amp;nbsp;It is just so sad because these things don't have to happen. &amp;nbsp;I've written in the past that I don't personally think banning peanut products from school is effective in most cases. &amp;nbsp;But maybe what &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;happen is for food to not be allowed in the classrooms at all and only in the cafeteria. &amp;nbsp;I know there are so many who would be upset at not being able to have all those treats at party time or the passing out of those birthday cupcakes. &amp;nbsp;But I really think times have changed. &amp;nbsp;There are so many kids with allergies, and not just to peanut. &amp;nbsp;Allergies did not used to be so rampant. &amp;nbsp;Now they are. &amp;nbsp;We need to make some adjustments. &amp;nbsp;Allergy training needs to be part of back-to-school teacher workshops every fall regardless of whether or not there are known allergies in the school building. &amp;nbsp;That training needs to include epipen training. &amp;nbsp;People need to not just "be aware". &amp;nbsp;They need to know &lt;i&gt;how &lt;/i&gt;to be aware. &amp;nbsp;What does being aware look like. &amp;nbsp;I hope that this little girl's death will not be in vain. &amp;nbsp;I hope that her family can find comfort in the Almighty Father. &amp;nbsp;I hope that the teachers and staff at the school take this experience and learn from it and make some changes because of it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;FOR TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Outside my window...Cold, windy, blustery. &amp;nbsp;A bit of snow on the ground, but not as much as my kids would like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am thinking...that I'm giving myself 20 more minutes on the computer and then I'm getting to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am thankful...for a great Christmas break with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;In&amp;nbsp;the kitchen...Broccoli and Garlice Penne with Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am wearing...jeans and a purple sweater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am going...to pick up Jack from his after school math activity later today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am wondering...if Emma had a good recess time today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am hoping...to start losing a few pounds now that we own a treadmill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Around the house...all the Christmas decorations are put away and I'm going to be putting out some snowman stuff soon. &amp;nbsp;I like to go with blue and white in January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;One of my favorite things...the smell of my daughter's hair after a bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week:church activities start up again for the kids. &amp;nbsp;Emma starts karate on Thursday night and Jack has a trumpet lesson Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;A peek into my day...Today was back to school day for all four of us. &amp;nbsp;Preschool was a bit challenging this morning as it's hard for those littles to jump back into things after a long break. &amp;nbsp;A quick stop at the grocery store for milk and I'm home for the rest of the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This was like my second or third blog post ever. &amp;nbsp;Since I've been thinking about this I'd thought I'd repost it for today. &amp;nbsp;I hope that you all are having a very Merry Christmas, resting in the peace of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was listening to the "Christmastime"&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Michael W. Smith last night and one song brought tears to my eyes. It's the song "Welcome to our World" written by Chris Rice. Look at the words to the following verse referring to the baby Jesus:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333399;"&gt;Unto us is born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #333399;"&gt;Unto us is born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We don't like to think of the baby Jesus and the crucified Jesus at the same time. We don't want to mar the image of a perfect infant with the image of a bloody man hanging on a cross. Yet that baby would not have had a birth if it was not for the purpose of his death. The words of this verse remind us to take a moment not only to celebrate His birth, but also to remember the reason for it---His death. I feel that it makes this time of celebration even more important and special and intimate. In the baby Jesus is all the hope for the salvation of mankind. Think about the feelings of love and tenderness a new baby brings. Those are God's feelings for us.&amp;nbsp; He reached out to us and offered salvation in the only way we could understand. I think it's important to remember the cross as well as the cradle during this Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733634889802561001-6593119857818882504?l=increasinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This will be the first Christmas morning that Emma's going to be waking up in her own bed-ever. &amp;nbsp;Isn't that crazy? &amp;nbsp;We've always been at relatives' houses. At least now we're close enough to &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;family that we don't have to spend the night. So nice. &amp;nbsp;I've been thinking a lot lately about how nice it was (and is) that I've been able to stay home with my kids. &amp;nbsp;I loved not having to plan our days around a work schedule. &amp;nbsp;Of being able to let my kids sleep when they needed to, of being able to lay low after a rough night. &amp;nbsp;I liked that they were not just one of the crowd, but that they got my individual attention. &amp;nbsp;And even though my kids are both in school full time, I still like being available to them. &amp;nbsp;And being able to take care of my house and do the grocery shopping at a time other than the weekends. &amp;nbsp;Some would call me&amp;nbsp;privileged. &amp;nbsp;I can agree with that. &amp;nbsp;We have been fortunate enough to not have to rely on a second income to make ends meet. &amp;nbsp;Though I have helped out over the years by teaching piano and playing piano for church. &amp;nbsp;Later on I started substitute teaching and still really enjoy that. &amp;nbsp;But it also was a choice to say that we would forego the extra income. &amp;nbsp;It mostly meant that we lived farther away from the metro so we could afford a house on one paycheck. &amp;nbsp;Some I suppose would say that I am unambitious. &amp;nbsp;I've never been a career minded person. &amp;nbsp;I think my heart has always desired to be at home. &amp;nbsp;To be a homemaker. &amp;nbsp;That is the role I've always wanted. &amp;nbsp;I went to college to get a degree in elementary education. &amp;nbsp;But truth be told I suppose, I also went to get my Mrs. degree. &amp;nbsp;My education degree allows me to work now in a very flexible way. &amp;nbsp;When my kids were little I had lots of friends who were stay at home moms. &amp;nbsp;I felt in good company. &amp;nbsp;I felt like that choice was supported by those around me. &amp;nbsp;When we moved to Albert Lea I didn't have that. &amp;nbsp;Most moms I knew worked. &amp;nbsp;That's a fine choice too. &amp;nbsp;But it wasn't my choice and I felt like people didn't really understand that. &amp;nbsp;Nobody ever said anything, but I felt kinda guilty almost. &amp;nbsp;Like I should have been out there working away, all day every day just because all those other moms do. &amp;nbsp;Like my choice to continue being at home wasn't as valid as their choice to have jobs or careers. &amp;nbsp;And now moving here, I'd have to say that I'm still feeling that. &amp;nbsp;My kids are older so I'm not going to things like&amp;nbsp;story time&amp;nbsp;or playgroups where I'm meeting other stay at home moms. &amp;nbsp;The moms of kids in my kids' age groups work. &amp;nbsp;The women in my extended family work and love the work they do. &amp;nbsp;I love that for them. &amp;nbsp;I really do. &amp;nbsp;My sister is a fabulous teacher and a fabulous mom. But I still feel like my heart is at home. &amp;nbsp;I love subbing when I get the chance and look forward to getting scheduled a little more often. &amp;nbsp;I love working as a preschool teacher's aide two mornings a week. &amp;nbsp;I love being home on the other days of the week to clean and get laundry done and do errands. &amp;nbsp;I wish sometimes that more people understood that. &amp;nbsp;That this choice that I've made is still valid. &amp;nbsp;And that other moms who stay home with their kids have made valid choices too. &amp;nbsp;This isn't a question of certain moms being better than other moms. &amp;nbsp;Not for me anyway. &amp;nbsp;Just that my decision to still be primarily at home is the best one for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733634889802561001-8728842483054590992?l=increasinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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