<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674</id><updated>2025-10-19T02:54:00.693-04:00</updated><category term="Inspired"/><category term="Inspired Parenting"/><category term="Inspired Journaling"/><category term="Inspired Marriage"/><category term="inspired blessings"/><category term="Inspired homeschooling"/><category term="Inspired Crafting"/><category term="Inspired running"/><title type='text'>The Inspired Page</title><subtitle type='html'>finding the joy in the journery</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-7601488514330307561</id><published>2011-06-16T07:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T07:18:06.106-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspired Parenting"/><title type='text'>Our summer plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMWgujb5_XAL_5P24YVpeBUMBn6CExP4lHlx5A5D2fUVKQtgjC2F_Z3QtBmvV2TTu-iioy7fyQCnl0bDJ70i1Z0tEFxFK2T7iwwfht6QtFHO8ZUC0iGzCY289Pu-cTdPE5eI7GnxahPs/s1600/img401.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMWgujb5_XAL_5P24YVpeBUMBn6CExP4lHlx5A5D2fUVKQtgjC2F_Z3QtBmvV2TTu-iioy7fyQCnl0bDJ70i1Z0tEFxFK2T7iwwfht6QtFHO8ZUC0iGzCY289Pu-cTdPE5eI7GnxahPs/s320/img401.jpg&quot; t8=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;enjoying summer with the girls so much.&amp;nbsp; We have have&amp;nbsp;no schedule and I am loving it!&amp;nbsp; The girls have been playing so well with each other.&amp;nbsp; Every time I turn around they are playing school or house or barbies.&amp;nbsp; But there are some fun things&amp;nbsp; I have started or am hoping to start with them this summer too!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They are growing so quickly and I really want to enjoy them and teach and guide them as much as I can!&amp;nbsp; So here&#39;s what is happening this summer in this all girl household:&lt;br /&gt;
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1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fabric paper dolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This has been the biggest hit for all ages (3,6,9).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have a huge bag of old clothes that they can cut up into fabric scraps.&amp;nbsp; I then print off black and white copies of free printable paper dolls (available all over the internet).&amp;nbsp; The girls spend at least an hour cutting up fabrics and creating different outfits for there girls.&amp;nbsp; When they create that perfect outfit (and accessories) they glue it on and we hang them up.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When friends come over, this has been very popular too!&lt;br /&gt;
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2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read alouds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There are many benefits to reading aloud to your children and not just when they are young.&amp;nbsp; My 2 oldest daughters can read, but when I grab a classic and we all huddle together and I read aloud to them, there is something magical as well as educational.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Currently our read aloud is, The little house in the big woods.&amp;nbsp; I love the this time!&lt;br /&gt;
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3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Summer Binders&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I opted to cretate my own summer program this summer than to choose a workbook to keep the girls current with their math, writing and reading.&amp;nbsp; Each girl has a binder.&amp;nbsp; In that binder is a pencil and dry erase marker.&amp;nbsp; I then filled each binder with plastic page covers.&amp;nbsp; In the plastic page covers I put specific skill worksheets for each child.&amp;nbsp; For example, my 6 year old daughter&#39;s binder has worksheets on addition and subtraction facts, handwriting practice, phonics worksheets, bible verses, some fun mazes and printouts.&amp;nbsp; Everything can be filled in using the dry erase marker and then wiped off and used again.&amp;nbsp; I also have a blank page for tic tac toe or hangman!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They do these everyday, usually they do them when they are bored and I don&#39;t have to remind them!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They can easily be taken in the car and on vacation as well!&lt;br /&gt;
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4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Our own library&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We have reading time, where the big girls read on their own and I read to my 3 year old.&amp;nbsp; I make sure we have tons of books constantly available to them.&amp;nbsp; We have bookshelves filled with approriate reading levels all around the house and compfy chairs that invite you to sit and read and enjoy books.&amp;nbsp; I love to create our own library and Goodwill has been amazing at helping grow our library.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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5.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creating plays.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; The girls have been creating plays and then performing them for me.&amp;nbsp; I remember doing this when I was young.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just love sitting on the couch and watching them perform.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes we record them on the i pod or someone will be the director and record.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;For my oldest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; My oldest is 9 and I can see that this year she needs more planned activities than previous years.&amp;nbsp; I make sure we play with friends about 3 times a week and we have found some special things that she enjoys.&amp;nbsp; She has a journal that she keeps with her throughout the day and writes about things she does, feels, sees, thinks, etc.&amp;nbsp;She is really enjoying this right now.&amp;nbsp; And she really likes&amp;nbsp;making her own friendship bracelets with embroidering floss.&amp;nbsp; This is a fantastic boredom buster and creative outlet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And she is thinking of others and making them for others.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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7.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Family serving project&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am really trying to think how we can serve Chirst as a family and teach my kids now that showing love to anyone in need is a mission trip.&amp;nbsp; I would love to go over seas and help and serve, but a mission trip can happen anywhere we show Christ&#39;s love to someone in need and I know there are people in need all around us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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8.&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Playdates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Playing with our friends and spending time enjoying our days with friends is what makes summer special for my girls so I plan playdates a few times a week.&amp;nbsp; Usually, the parks, the beaches, summer movies, skating, or just playing at each other houses.&amp;nbsp; Since I have all girls, sleepovers are a big request here!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Between all of the above fun and excitement we will also have a 2 week vacation to New York and a couple of VBS.&amp;nbsp; Summer sure does go fast, but it so sweet!&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/7601488514330307561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-summer-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/7601488514330307561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/7601488514330307561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-summer-plans.html' title='Our summer plans'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMWgujb5_XAL_5P24YVpeBUMBn6CExP4lHlx5A5D2fUVKQtgjC2F_Z3QtBmvV2TTu-iioy7fyQCnl0bDJ70i1Z0tEFxFK2T7iwwfht6QtFHO8ZUC0iGzCY289Pu-cTdPE5eI7GnxahPs/s72-c/img401.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-6872764542878504483</id><published>2011-06-13T14:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T08:40:28.655-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspired blessings"/><title type='text'>Count your  Blessings</title><content type='html'>How different the world looks when you look through grateful eyes.&amp;nbsp; Eyes that see all the beauty that is around us at any given&amp;nbsp; time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With well trained, grateful eyes, I bet one could find beauty and blessings &amp;nbsp;anywhere and everywhere.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am training my eyes everyday as I try and name all the beauty and blessings around me that I normally don&#39;t see.&amp;nbsp; The amazing blessing that comes with seeing the beauty around us is that you can&#39;t help BUT see beauty everywhere.&amp;nbsp; The more you do it the more you can&#39;t help yourself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Every Monday, Ann at aholyexperience.com&amp;nbsp; counts her blessings.&amp;nbsp; I continue to follow her and find joy in this world by finding and naming the beauty around me.&amp;nbsp; As a mom of three girls, 3,6,9, I am teaching them&amp;nbsp; how to find the beauty everyday, everywhere and count their blessings.&amp;nbsp; I love to sing my girls to sleep by singing them the song, Count Your Blessings.&amp;nbsp; My favorite version is from Bing Crosby in White Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy and I hope you fall asleep tonight, counting your blessings!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wZ5AWrCof7GkyUyvnfLaRXoCEyExwXKRm-WUkdp7Ald_H5lY4M8SgDEzVcHMKnDWzoCfqhI_gS5X6a__TOdcslSxCPA-AqoixYBKC5-6yVc5SFU9sYTs3dm0SwtEfRD2wEUytUS-A7s/s1600/mirrorbefore.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wZ5AWrCof7GkyUyvnfLaRXoCEyExwXKRm-WUkdp7Ald_H5lY4M8SgDEzVcHMKnDWzoCfqhI_gS5X6a__TOdcslSxCPA-AqoixYBKC5-6yVc5SFU9sYTs3dm0SwtEfRD2wEUytUS-A7s/s400/mirrorbefore.jpg&quot; t8=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love paint! It&#39;s amazing what you can do with a little work and a little paint.&amp;nbsp; My three girls have been watching me paint and transform old furniture and frames into new (to us) and beautiful pieces to our home!&amp;nbsp; I love that they are learning that they can transform anything and have fun creating something new , while saving money!&amp;nbsp; Here&#39;s the finished product!&lt;br /&gt;
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We decided we could handle the light rain that now fell and we walked down to the shore.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The sand was packed tightly from the rain and no one was on the beach.&amp;nbsp; We started collecting our shells with our bare feet digging into the wet sand and before we knew it, the early evening sunset was beautifully brilliant right in front of us.&amp;nbsp; The clouds had slowly and slyly moved on and been replaced with the most amazing sunset God could of painted.&amp;nbsp; I looked up and infront of me was the surprise from the storm, a rainbow.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A reminder that the storms don&#39;t last forever.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The rain will pour down and turn into the biggest storm, but eventually, the storm stops, the rain lets up, and the surpise rainbow appears before you.&amp;nbsp; Wait out your storms and look for the&amp;nbsp;rainbows.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/311951471138981505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/05/wait-out-storm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/311951471138981505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/311951471138981505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/05/wait-out-storm.html' title='Wait out the storm'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhpwto_oOJ63p66wuuCWJxKg7n0a10myXAhlHABbIAZgaWLV-DH6feCyoVLrlQz3h6vb9iHre1Jdp2XNC9zNJdsN3aoaD0IipmpLUtXezIyYyerIZpc7ifUazQtHLgx0q39nSOcGTS5n0/s72-c/love.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-893350439855210653</id><published>2011-04-27T06:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T07:50:43.276-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspired homeschooling"/><title type='text'>Easy Peasy Chicka Chicka Felt Board</title><content type='html'>I just love this project. I made this for my preschool class when we introduced the alphabet in the beginning of the year.&amp;nbsp; Hands on learning is not only fun but effective so this easy, peasy craft will have your preschooler wanting to read along with Chicka Chicka Boom Boom , practice letter recoognition and other fun phonemic awareness games that you can think of with this fun, felt board!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Here&#39;s all you and need and what to do!&lt;br /&gt;
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2.&amp;nbsp; Cover the canvas with coordinating or similiar &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;fabric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; as the Chicka Chicka Boom Boom cover.&lt;br /&gt;
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3.&amp;nbsp;Using free hand I drew the tree trunk on &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;brown felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and drew each palm branch and extra grass on the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;green felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I then cut the pieces out and hot glued them on to the canvas.&lt;br /&gt;
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4.&amp;nbsp; Lastly, I found &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;letter stickers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I already had in my crafting kit and covered them in contact paper and cut them out.&amp;nbsp; Stick a piece of &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;velcro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; on to the back of each one so they can stick to the coconut tree.&lt;br /&gt;
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5.&amp;nbsp; Let your child stick on the letters as you read!&amp;nbsp; You could also lay the letters out flat and work on phonemic awareness skills with your preschooler.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Phonemic awareness skills are the most important skill we can give to our preschooler before they enter school and need to be in place for before reading can occur.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As the letters are infront of your preschooler, make a letter sound and have your preschooler add the correct letter to the tree.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Another variation as your preschooler becomes more proficient is to say, &quot;add the letter that makes the sound that begins the word cat&quot; or &quot; what letter makes the sound that ends the word man&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There are so many hands on learning activities to do with this easy, peasy Chicka Chicka Felt Board!&amp;nbsp; Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJWDwPthkEg8aLpbowrTHDcrGhLylMmNzJGr9iNYpkgy3hEuMigEELT5-J_A8CFRdeMPBdye8Q9q-43B_Z0olACI3L5NdmiaQgN-wgsno-gytbpbcorw86URax6PsqMahgCelBEfJ_rfg/s1600/Sunset.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; i8=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJWDwPthkEg8aLpbowrTHDcrGhLylMmNzJGr9iNYpkgy3hEuMigEELT5-J_A8CFRdeMPBdye8Q9q-43B_Z0olACI3L5NdmiaQgN-wgsno-gytbpbcorw86URax6PsqMahgCelBEfJ_rfg/s320/Sunset.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To live fully and beautifully in my current life and situations I have to know and trust that I am right where I need to be and that I am blessed to be going through and doing whatever it is I am doing at this season of my life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is when I feel to important, to big for the role that I am currently in that the storms of ungratefullness surface.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Humility&amp;nbsp; grows continual thanfulness and sometimes a slice of humble pie is exactly what I need.&amp;nbsp; Lord, may I grow and learn and be thankful always and when I loose perspective in this world, may I know where to find grace and grow in humility and thankfulness.&lt;br /&gt;
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As part of my continual gratitude, I continue to count my blessings:&lt;br /&gt;
-amazing family to share Easter with&lt;br /&gt;
-beautiful mom who shines with joy and hope&lt;br /&gt;
-a run with my 6 year old&lt;br /&gt;
-watching my dad be a role model to the men in our family&lt;br /&gt;
-creative thoughts that keep me excited to create&lt;br /&gt;
-spring break with my girls &lt;br /&gt;
-tennis with my husband&lt;br /&gt;
-finding joy in the everyday&lt;br /&gt;
-seeing grace in shattered lives&lt;br /&gt;
-keeping track of blessings to remind me of the beauty of the everyday and every life&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;If you have mulitiple children , date nights with each child alone is essential.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Below are some ideas to get you on a date with your child!&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Barnes and Noble- share a cookie and tea and then go into the kids section and grab all the books you can and read to them and have them read to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Go to the park and play WITH them, don’t just watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Pack a picnic and grab a blanket and find a special spot to have a picnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Lock yourselves in their room and play a game with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Go for a walk or bike ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Create and Keep a date book of ideas you create and want to do together and try to cross them off through the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Volunteer together.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Pick up trash, visit an elderly community, or call and set up some time to volunteer by calling a local organization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Play miniature golf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Go to a movie in your car and pop some pop corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Turn on some music and create a dance together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Write &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;a book together and publish it on the computer, take your time creating the characters and using your imaginations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Get a joke book from the library and tell jokes and LAUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpLast&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Make sure your unplugged from your cell phone, your iphone, your computer and every other distraction.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This is their time with you, a chance for you to show them they are special and deserve your attention, unshared with anything else!&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Anyone have any ideas to add and share, I would love to keep a growing list…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3022316833944227344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/04/kid-dates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/3022316833944227344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/3022316833944227344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/04/kid-dates.html' title='Kid Dates'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihAPMLb-euzq9_8cNDlVYMEFMfX8MZSfNTgsi__-IQ-_cCTApVPAxCpe9yEEkJ1wmkA4gmTwf_lRt1kxru4pCpwUnTqt1miYyD42J7_XHvvexRDyRAnQB_5sXgV744k8kXWbIB314133U/s72-c/81FBE6D5.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-7272919739566932396</id><published>2011-04-11T14:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T17:21:38.084-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspired blessings"/><title type='text'>Counting my blessings on Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RBG_j3ATQClSWb0RJpVfSG_owjB4xbBcuxA96T1RbFsIssjHO-SN5gatXYFtOmWQp2NvDWJf4-F7Z2haDAlvN46kHMuj9wDCtRPe7YEb5FIcwpTiRbeUsPgksq5xzR3CicXDu84c5l0/s1600/Sunset.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RBG_j3ATQClSWb0RJpVfSG_owjB4xbBcuxA96T1RbFsIssjHO-SN5gatXYFtOmWQp2NvDWJf4-F7Z2haDAlvN46kHMuj9wDCtRPe7YEb5FIcwpTiRbeUsPgksq5xzR3CicXDu84c5l0/s320/Sunset.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am watching&amp;nbsp;her feel crushed in spirit and defeated.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am watching her feel judged, unloved, unworthy, and unsure.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am watching her as she trembles with regret and uncertainy.&amp;nbsp; I am watching her fall apart and unravel&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t know how to answer her, how to help her, but I do know how to hold on to her and hug her and love her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All I have to offer is love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love is the answer.&amp;nbsp; Love is the way.&amp;nbsp; Love is God showing through us.&amp;nbsp; All I can do is love her and pray she sees Him through my love.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I continue to count my blessings on Mondays....&lt;br /&gt;
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Love&lt;br /&gt;
little kids laughing and giggling&lt;br /&gt;
watching preschool class learning to sound out words&lt;br /&gt;
the right words, when I need them&lt;br /&gt;
running and time alone to listen&lt;br /&gt;
warm touch of my husband&lt;br /&gt;
a warm home with lots of life (and noise )&lt;br /&gt;
a journal waitning to be written in&lt;br /&gt;
watching my oldest daughter read to her youngest sisters&lt;br /&gt;
more good than bad&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I watched the Secret Millionaire on television with my 9 year old daughter.&amp;nbsp; It was really quite a good show to watch together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It takes millionaires and puts them into areas of peverty in the country and without anyone knowing who they are, they volunteer and live in the destitute area.&amp;nbsp;After meeting the people, seeing the faces, seeing those trying to make changes in the area, the millionaires reveal who they are and&amp;nbsp;write checks to people and&amp;nbsp;agencies that&amp;nbsp;they learned about.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; It gave my daughter a great understanding of poverty in America and also it showed different non profit agencies in that city that are trying to help these areas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The programs they showed were non profits that had no federal funding and were started and maintained by people who were truly doing what they loved, helping those who need it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This reality tv show was truly reality tv.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I watched this with my daughter I got an idea.&amp;nbsp; Why not do a monthly, family, &amp;nbsp;research project about a local community agency.&amp;nbsp; Find out what their mission is, who they help, who created it, how it is funded and any other important or interesting information.&amp;nbsp; After we research it together as a family, we go to the agency and present them with a check from our family.&amp;nbsp; Each month we will pick a different agency and give.&amp;nbsp; My goal is to teach my daughters how to meet the needs of others, how to do the research , how to give, how to love, how to solve problems, and share the information with others around us.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am hoping this turns into something we can continually do together as a family.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What about you, how do you teach your kids about helping others and showing them how to serve?&lt;br /&gt;
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As I sit and listen to this song I wonder, when did I stop dreaming?&amp;nbsp; As a little girl I had such amazing hopes and dreams.&amp;nbsp; The smallest of details would be thought of.&amp;nbsp; I could daydream for hours about what I wanted my life to be like and look like.&amp;nbsp; Everything around me was beautiful, at least thats how I perceived it.&amp;nbsp; I kind of thought of myself like Peter Pan, and I would never grow up, always have the lovely, sweet thoughts.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But I did grow up and somewhere between some unexected deaths, some dissapointments and too much responsibility, I stopped dreaming.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t remember where or when it happened , but it did happen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So as I listen, I have an ache to recapture my dreams.&amp;nbsp;The things and thoughts that make me smile inside, I want to think of these things.&amp;nbsp; I want to see the beauty in things around me through the eyes of the little girl I once was, who trusted God so easily.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;We are expected to grow up, but I am not convinced that letting those beautiful dreams and desires&amp;nbsp;that God created with in me&amp;nbsp;I was young, are way of growing up, that is a way to loose yourself.&amp;nbsp; Thats what I feel, like I have lost myself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I grew up like the world told me to, I don&#39;t like it, I am returning to dreaming little girl and I will teach my three little girls to hold on to the lovely thoughts, make them a secret garden in their hearts,&amp;nbsp;and don&#39;t stop dreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I have struggled during the last three months to find my voice on this blog.&amp;nbsp; I have so much to say and write, but creating the voice that sets the tone for the blog, well, has been a journey.&amp;nbsp; Dream, by Pricilla Ahn, inspired and sparked and has really helped me to see where this voice needs to be going. Where I want it to be going. &amp;nbsp; I would love to attend the She Speaks Conference in North Carolina.&amp;nbsp; The conference encourages and teaches woman who want to speak/teach and write to serve HIM.&amp;nbsp; A Holy Experience(&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.aholyexperience.com/2011/03/how-christians-create-art-she-speaks-scholarship/&quot;&gt;http://www.aholyexperience.com/2011/03/how-christians-create-art-she-speaks-scholarship/&lt;/a&gt;), the original&amp;nbsp;blog I started following years ago, that inspired my&amp;nbsp;own daily walk, is giving away a scholorship,&amp;nbsp; If I could have encouragment and the abundant knowledge of this group of writers to guide me, I feel that I could not only find my voice, but my voice could help someone else grow deeper or even begin on their daily walk with Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://shespeaksconference.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;She Speaks Conference&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://shespeaksconference.com/files/2011/01/She-Speaks_button_200.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/4991703112473594191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/03/dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/4991703112473594191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/4991703112473594191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/03/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-4532647551985093465</id><published>2011-03-26T07:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T07:04:05.001-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspired"/><title type='text'>Interruptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVC9QvwGWMW_o0FJNCU5TW3wxWbf-8y4nLh3m83WM7Lc26YiWagadw7lzVGx7MDovCQDc1W8o-4VqQv9DoU3O4Ise7FtvRJhOT6Sp7AX0JF7THkhhq66t5juLLUsOq7r14QJEbIUe85LU/s1600/Spring.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVC9QvwGWMW_o0FJNCU5TW3wxWbf-8y4nLh3m83WM7Lc26YiWagadw7lzVGx7MDovCQDc1W8o-4VqQv9DoU3O4Ise7FtvRJhOT6Sp7AX0JF7THkhhq66t5juLLUsOq7r14QJEbIUe85LU/s1600/Spring.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am taking a Pricilla Shirer bible study, Jonah.&amp;nbsp; Being a Beth Moore follower for many years, I saw Pricilla Shirer with Beth Moore during a Deeper Still event.&amp;nbsp; I was quite captivated by Pricilla&#39;s style and grace on stage and her ability to capture her audience with personal story.&amp;nbsp; I was able to relate to so much of what she said because we are in the same season of life, trying to raise children.&lt;br /&gt;
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So as I began my homework for the course , the first few pages completely stopped me in my tracks.&amp;nbsp; God has a way of doing that to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As a writer and lover of books, the printed word has always been the way God has talked to me and gotten my full attention and he had done it again through Priscilla Shrirer&#39;s penmanship.&amp;nbsp; The words read, &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&quot;Interruptions only become positive when we consider the person or the circumstance interrupting to be more significant than that which currently occupies our attention&quot;, (Jonah, pg 13).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Interruptions.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I feel that if I wrote a memoir of my life that would be a perfect title.&amp;nbsp; Interruptions.&amp;nbsp; I am interrupted a hundred times a day.&amp;nbsp; Interrupted by little ones who have made a mess as I try to teach my oldest daughter, interrupted by little girls when I try to read in my morning time, interrupted by the telephone when I need to finish this laundry pile, interrupted by the hours of the day ending and my to do list still not checked off.&amp;nbsp; I am continually interrupted.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Or that is what I would of allowed my self to believe until those words gave me a &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;fresh perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I would not consider any of the above interruptions if I &quot;considered the person or the circumstance interrupting to be more significant than that which currently occupies my attention&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is not the life and legacy I want to leave behind.&amp;nbsp; My children&#39;s littlest needs, the friend who calls mid day, God calling me to sleep and rest, the growing chores, they are not interruptions, I am just not considering them significant tasks at the moment and thinking of them as interruptions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;What would happen to my day if I considered the interruptions to be opportunities to serve God?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;I am excited to continue this bible study and share a fresh perspective on interruptions.....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/4532647551985093465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/03/interruptions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/4532647551985093465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/4532647551985093465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/03/interruptions.html' title='Interruptions'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVC9QvwGWMW_o0FJNCU5TW3wxWbf-8y4nLh3m83WM7Lc26YiWagadw7lzVGx7MDovCQDc1W8o-4VqQv9DoU3O4Ise7FtvRJhOT6Sp7AX0JF7THkhhq66t5juLLUsOq7r14QJEbIUe85LU/s72-c/Spring.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-3759781291631739931</id><published>2011-03-16T13:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:07:53.159-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspired Parenting"/><title type='text'>Make a communication journal for you and your girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsmY2vwqlUl-06kEsodCnaoN9x9kypWzqNR3yBe34HvnyWE0hUafTikqggxP4yo7U5jsW2luPDQ8FN2-q8K0vu8USHiRoLf63MdHtRx3y0vRtFKVcsn2rjgO_hebIvo0AT70zb_-pqw78/s1600/EFB18124.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; r6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsmY2vwqlUl-06kEsodCnaoN9x9kypWzqNR3yBe34HvnyWE0hUafTikqggxP4yo7U5jsW2luPDQ8FN2-q8K0vu8USHiRoLf63MdHtRx3y0vRtFKVcsn2rjgO_hebIvo0AT70zb_-pqw78/s320/EFB18124.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am in continually trying&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to guide my 9 year old daughter.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We have created a very close relationship and are able to talk about anything and everything.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At 9, she is at a very piviotal developmental stage.&amp;nbsp; She is forming many of the thoughts and ideals that she will hold for a very long time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As she continually brings to me questions on friends, love, hurts, dreams, prayers, fears, sex, I try to answer her honestly with the information she needs at this age, with understanding and love, and with a bible verse.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I have a found that she is constantly in thought about the world around her and sometimes she waits to ask me a question because she doesn&#39;t know how to bring it&amp;nbsp;up to me.&amp;nbsp; In my own life I have found that writing to someone is easier than saying it&amp;nbsp;to them (the writer in me).&amp;nbsp; So I came up with an idea to create a communication journal between me and my oldest girl blessing!&lt;br /&gt;
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The journal is a special place for&amp;nbsp;my daughter and I&amp;nbsp;to write back and fourth to each other about topics that might be to hard to discuss face to face, at first.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Its a conversation starter and then find time to be alone and talk longer and more in depth.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; These could include her thoughts about her body, her self image, sex, fears, a new poem she wrote, anything.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The point is to tell her this is a place for&amp;nbsp;us to communicate about anything back and fourth.&amp;nbsp; This journal is in no way suppose to take the place of face to face talking time but &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;just another creative way to keep encouraging a strong relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You could have a secret place to put the journal, so if she wants to &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;initiate a conversation&lt;/span&gt; about something a friend said to her that made her sad, she can write that in her journal and leave it under your pillow.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You could then write back with what you want to share with her and return it under her pillow.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Get creatvie and make it personal to your unique child and your unique relationship.&amp;nbsp; This is your opportunity to guide your girl through her struggles and thoughts in this world, not anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Use any notebook, I love the black and white composition notebooks&lt;br /&gt;
2. Sit down and introduce the concept of the communication journal and &quot;alter&quot; you journal together with special papers, stickers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Use paperclip to divide the journal into 6 sections or so and add paper tabs to label each section accordingly (ex. friends, family, fears, body, prayers, helpful scriptures, whatever is relevant to your daughter)&lt;br /&gt;
4. Cut a piece of pretty ribbon and use it to place as a page holder&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoy leading and guiding your daughter through this exceptional age and growing closer to each other during this time!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3759781291631739931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/03/make-communication-journal-for-you-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/3759781291631739931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/3759781291631739931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/03/make-communication-journal-for-you-and.html' title='Make a communication journal for you and your girl'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsmY2vwqlUl-06kEsodCnaoN9x9kypWzqNR3yBe34HvnyWE0hUafTikqggxP4yo7U5jsW2luPDQ8FN2-q8K0vu8USHiRoLf63MdHtRx3y0vRtFKVcsn2rjgO_hebIvo0AT70zb_-pqw78/s72-c/EFB18124.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-6719556688242305346</id><published>2011-03-11T16:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:07:31.478-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspired Journaling"/><title type='text'>HE speaks, she speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMbtoM4uM1fzwM2UrhKrlAnE6pLSgkV_TD3UP83N5XsuU6lvKQdQkNxGEbNYaixSdaJDEBJSevNJMFDIFyD7BYUqfiHIJCC-WKp1NCoS16kyHJy_YQ7D7HIa84d6DKsnlQzig5YzOhWI/s1600/journal.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582937496121326450&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMbtoM4uM1fzwM2UrhKrlAnE6pLSgkV_TD3UP83N5XsuU6lvKQdQkNxGEbNYaixSdaJDEBJSevNJMFDIFyD7BYUqfiHIJCC-WKp1NCoS16kyHJy_YQ7D7HIa84d6DKsnlQzig5YzOhWI/s200/journal.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As HE speaks to me and I write, the SHE SPEAKS Conference is coming up July 22-24! This conference helps women who want to speak and write and lead for HIM, learn the tools of the trade. I heard about this conferecne a year ago and thought what an ideal, to be encouraged by others pursuing the same goal of speaking and writing about The One Who Created Us All. I truly just chalked it up to a dream and kept the desire in the back of my heart. But the dream is now within reach! &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Proverbs 31 Ministry&lt;/span&gt; has a contest and the winner recieves a scholarship to the &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;She Speaks Conference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;The scholarship is possible because of &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Cecil Murphy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I am participating in the contest and praying that this is part of Gods plan for me and my writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared in a previous post my desire to write deep within me when I was young and finally pursuing it the past few years. I feel pulled to write about what I am passionate about and that is living a joyful life! For me, my joy comes from my hope in the Lord and sharing a bit of the joy I see in the world. I believe I should reflect God&#39;s goodness and grace and contagious joy! I want The Inspired Page to be a little bit of sunshine in this often dark world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://shespeaksconference.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;She Speaks Conference&quot; src=&quot;http://shespeaksconference.com/files/2011/01/She-Speaks_button_200.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6719556688242305346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/03/he-speaks-she-speaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/6719556688242305346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/6719556688242305346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/03/he-speaks-she-speaks.html' title='HE speaks, she speaks'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMbtoM4uM1fzwM2UrhKrlAnE6pLSgkV_TD3UP83N5XsuU6lvKQdQkNxGEbNYaixSdaJDEBJSevNJMFDIFyD7BYUqfiHIJCC-WKp1NCoS16kyHJy_YQ7D7HIa84d6DKsnlQzig5YzOhWI/s72-c/journal.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-5165349110264911409</id><published>2011-03-08T08:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:07:53.160-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspired Parenting"/><title type='text'>spit out the grumpies!</title><content type='html'>My little girl is in a foul mood. She just is. She has decided that she wants to stay in a bad mood, but we are about to embark on a trip to the grocery store with her other sisters and this mood must go or it will be an awful trip. I am tired and frustrated from a long day too, but not adressing this grumpy mood before going into the store will lead to meltdowns and poor behavior in the store resulting not just in a grumpy girl but a grumpy mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a deep breath, open my door to get out and slide open the van door. There, face to face with a determined, six year old. Her little lip is pounted out, her eyes small , her face frowning. We have a stare down for a moment, she doesn&#39;t give, still stone cold and grumpy. Finally, unexpectedly I say, &quot;spit out the grumpies&quot;, and I cup my hand under her mouth as to catch the grumpies. She stares at me, but she is now biting her lip from smiling. &quot;Come on, spit them out, give them to me&quot;, I tease and tickle until she laughs and pretends to spit them out. I take the handful of grumpies and throw them across the grocery parking lot. &quot;I hope some other kid doesn&#39;t find those grumpies. Lets go get some dinner&quot;, I extend my hand and get her down and grab my other children and she skips inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my 9 years and 3 chirldren of experience I have learned that this trick almost always works when attitudes are poor. As moms, it is so important to know some tricks that will adjust thier /our grumpy attitudes and go about our day instead of staying in those poor attitudes all day! So whats your trick to beat a bad attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.time-warp-wife.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHyo7Dm2UP4fEnHAnrQvcj4J_X4f1dG8OkXh3nuw2KoOkx5eTsuRZXWzo2V2nUGxtUWv1Tum_Udw8AcemlehpiuWr8K3TPpHXoAFTPauDQ-_ysOz5xWJwMomTg1k4A6c_Be5EQYbrKpsI/s1600/Titus_2sdays_button.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5165349110264911409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/03/spit-out-grumpies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/5165349110264911409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/5165349110264911409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/03/spit-out-grumpies.html' title='spit out the grumpies!'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHyo7Dm2UP4fEnHAnrQvcj4J_X4f1dG8OkXh3nuw2KoOkx5eTsuRZXWzo2V2nUGxtUWv1Tum_Udw8AcemlehpiuWr8K3TPpHXoAFTPauDQ-_ysOz5xWJwMomTg1k4A6c_Be5EQYbrKpsI/s72-c/Titus_2sdays_button.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-6986683255051101629</id><published>2011-03-07T06:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:02:07.309-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspired blessings"/><title type='text'>Counting my blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBIPtA1W4tWtr252WjJDToKjbno9N6E7MYv-10HKs0Vq6UlliqZ80wgbjn60-x3QIkmZNgtKVv0GpQ7ZwIzq0NIhsE3Ogtuka0SMJ2pm8_M3p4Z6J6OtyffcBmp4NQ0qlHA0ch5jxQ83w/s1600/IMG_0823.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581303980991193826&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBIPtA1W4tWtr252WjJDToKjbno9N6E7MYv-10HKs0Vq6UlliqZ80wgbjn60-x3QIkmZNgtKVv0GpQ7ZwIzq0NIhsE3Ogtuka0SMJ2pm8_M3p4Z6J6OtyffcBmp4NQ0qlHA0ch5jxQ83w/s200/IMG_0823.JPG&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.aholyexperience.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6986683255051101629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/03/counting-my-blessings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/6986683255051101629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/6986683255051101629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/03/counting-my-blessings.html' title='Counting my blessings'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBIPtA1W4tWtr252WjJDToKjbno9N6E7MYv-10HKs0Vq6UlliqZ80wgbjn60-x3QIkmZNgtKVv0GpQ7ZwIzq0NIhsE3Ogtuka0SMJ2pm8_M3p4Z6J6OtyffcBmp4NQ0qlHA0ch5jxQ83w/s72-c/IMG_0823.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-133438393608160759</id><published>2011-02-27T06:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:07:53.160-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspired Parenting"/><title type='text'>Guiding my girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDsT_3EXEzrvLh3iZebvJP7LzfMZOuXGgf3oy37B83VUvWM76RJNbT61pMlDGNgnnxmN7d95y7eSaZdvLUckPL3mtohEYF2pnKw4yJ0qkMq0TEBHlV6-zSBtWzV1gyeU30u4HCQxwk-00/s1600/6697.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578325007656345154&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDsT_3EXEzrvLh3iZebvJP7LzfMZOuXGgf3oy37B83VUvWM76RJNbT61pMlDGNgnnxmN7d95y7eSaZdvLUckPL3mtohEYF2pnKw4yJ0qkMq0TEBHlV6-zSBtWzV1gyeU30u4HCQxwk-00/s200/6697.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Whatever is pure , whatever is lovely ,whatever is excellent or praiseworthy, think of such things -Phillipians 4:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter is 9 and she beginning to start ask some really big questions. In all of these questions, what I am noticing that the &quot;world&quot; is having a strong impact on her thoughts. She comes to me and usually starts off with, &quot;I don&#39;t know why I thought this but,...&quot;. I too am usually left to wonder why she thought such a thing, but glad she trusted me with her thoughts because I am now able to guide her. &lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;Just because we have unwholesome thoughts doesn&#39;t mean we are stuck with them and it doesn&#39;t mean we can&#39;t fight back&lt;/span&gt;. I wrote out a scripture to help my daughter fight back when her mind seems worldly. She is repeating in her head Phillipians 4:8 everytime she has unwholesome thoughts. It seems to be working for her, helping her refocus on what is appropriate to think of. What she also enjoyed was when I explained that this verse it telling us to think of things that are noble, right, lovely, pure and excellent because we probably won&#39;t. &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;We must guide our minds and hearts , not follow them and who or what better to guide us than God&#39;s word? &lt;/span&gt;God&#39;s word doesn&#39;t change over time, we do, but it doesn&#39;t and the answers to our problems are still there in those pages and I want her to see where I got the answer from, to see how God knew what we would struggle with here on earth, but he gave answers, always anwers if you look. Parenting three girls is tough in todays world but I feel like I win against the world when I am able to guide my girl in God&#39;s word with practical ways that help her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://womenlivingwell-courtney.blogspot.com/search/label/Women%20Living%20Well%20Wednesdays&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq297/courtneylivingwell/LivingWell.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.time-warp-wife.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHyo7Dm2UP4fEnHAnrQvcj4J_X4f1dG8OkXh3nuw2KoOkx5eTsuRZXWzo2V2nUGxtUWv1Tum_Udw8AcemlehpiuWr8K3TPpHXoAFTPauDQ-_ysOz5xWJwMomTg1k4A6c_Be5EQYbrKpsI/s1600/Titus_2sdays_button.png&quot; &lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/133438393608160759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/guiding-my-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/133438393608160759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/133438393608160759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/guiding-my-girl.html' title='Guiding my girl'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDsT_3EXEzrvLh3iZebvJP7LzfMZOuXGgf3oy37B83VUvWM76RJNbT61pMlDGNgnnxmN7d95y7eSaZdvLUckPL3mtohEYF2pnKw4yJ0qkMq0TEBHlV6-zSBtWzV1gyeU30u4HCQxwk-00/s72-c/6697.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-7820630738001494415</id><published>2011-02-19T16:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T06:59:24.396-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspired"/><title type='text'>what makes you happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6oDTdSp7NJ3ddMBD3Ms8oLTHsaAxAkpWKgGTcaPMlPKolqkuq5MUzjBDXIsq1em8lFxic_-FR4nlxZLSxGnw0Kr52KVSo4ARo8yo4JVYJeCek1lbwWzSHqHBK5RN9j9MTM3lIDLpplho/s1600/Spring.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575523871804374754&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6oDTdSp7NJ3ddMBD3Ms8oLTHsaAxAkpWKgGTcaPMlPKolqkuq5MUzjBDXIsq1em8lFxic_-FR4nlxZLSxGnw0Kr52KVSo4ARo8yo4JVYJeCek1lbwWzSHqHBK5RN9j9MTM3lIDLpplho/s200/Spring.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I sit here this afternoon feeling rather joyfull. I have just had a day with my husband and three giggly girls playing outside in this amazing weather. I have a moment to myself to take a deep breath and write and I just feel content and happy for no particular reason, I am joyful. So it made me wonder what makes me happy?&lt;br /&gt;
One of the things I notice is that when I am able to be myself and not care about the role I should be playing is when I am most fufilled and happy. The activities that when I am doing them make me feel more like my true self than any other time are not particulary special events or the things I thought they would be. &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;When I am just being the me God wants me to be, I feel unstopable. When I am playing a role I feel others think I should be fufilling, I am left empty and not particularly joyful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Being a &quot;good girl&quot; , a girl who pleases everyone else&#39;s expectations definitely is not a role that I should ever try to fill or even want to fill. , but it has happened over the years. So what activities are there that make me feel more like my true self? Honestly, it is taking time to experiment and allow myself to leave these roles that I have created and find where God is truly leading me. It&#39;s kind of funny, these roles have made it difficult to recognize my self, yet I created them.&lt;br /&gt;
These days I just want to see my own soul shining through and to know the smile on myself is there because I am truly seeking things that make me a little more like me and today I found that in just playing and laughing and relaxing with the most amazing family God could share with me! What makes you a little more like the real you?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/7820630738001494415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-makes-you-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/7820630738001494415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/7820630738001494415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-makes-you-happy.html' title='what makes you happy?'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6oDTdSp7NJ3ddMBD3Ms8oLTHsaAxAkpWKgGTcaPMlPKolqkuq5MUzjBDXIsq1em8lFxic_-FR4nlxZLSxGnw0Kr52KVSo4ARo8yo4JVYJeCek1lbwWzSHqHBK5RN9j9MTM3lIDLpplho/s72-c/Spring.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-5767260078540723828</id><published>2011-02-16T06:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:03:11.769-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspired homeschooling"/><title type='text'>Hybrid School</title><content type='html'>I was reading over &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.womenlivingwell.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;women Living Well &lt;/a&gt;and she has been doing a series on homeschooling. I have to say that the online homeschooling community has really been an encouragement to me since I have started homeschooling 4 years ago. Without the honesty and suggestions of other moms sharing their day and ideas, I would of felt isolated. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;What I love most about homeschooling is the freedom to choose what works best for educating our children.&lt;/span&gt; In the past few years what works for us has changed and evolved into being part of a hybrid school.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;What is a hybrid School?&lt;/span&gt; A hybrid school is a bricks and mortar school that my girls attend on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and then on Tuesday and Thursday they are homeschooled by me using the lesson plan their teacher has created. There are many benefits for me to this model and it has worked beautifully for our family. Some of the benefits include:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete Curriculum and lesson plans, no planning&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Grade level friends and participation in social events with like minded families&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Families that share the same values&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;small class size&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Classical and christian education with a high value on moral training&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Still being the main teacher/guidance in my child&#39;s life&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;electives including violin/art/choir/latin/PE/archery/golf/guitar/keyboard&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Even though they homeschooled 2 times a week they are considered by the stat to be in a fulltime, private school.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Being accountable to finish the work on time ( I need this, LOL)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;More time to play with siblings rather than just friends, promoting their sibling relationship&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;It has just been amazing for me and our family. I had a my third little girl the same time we started homeschooling and I struggled alot with creating lessons and being able to keep my girls on task and keeping a baby entertained. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;For this season of my life, I feel my girls are getting the benefits of homeschooling as well as amazing socialization of like minded families&lt;/span&gt;. The one challenge is it is private so there is tuition. I am actually a teacher by trade and was given the opportunity to start the preschool program at their school, so I am able to bring my youngest and work as the preschool teacher at the school on Monday and Wednesday. This covers the cost of the tuition for my other two girls.&lt;br /&gt;
What I love about this school is that it is just another amazing option to school our children. We do not have to accept the options that are offered to us as parents. We can choose the training of our children and grow our families the way we wish and feel lead. Right now this hybrid shcool is working so well for our family and our children are blooming. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;At each season of my life I will reevaluate what will work best for my family and make the best decision I can at that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5767260078540723828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/hybrid-school.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/5767260078540723828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/5767260078540723828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/hybrid-school.html' title='Hybrid School'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-7094707903722774848</id><published>2011-02-14T06:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:09:24.282-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspired Marriage"/><title type='text'>love letter from my husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsHR_0sHVH9ReuUIh94WwEurN-Zze-wUHd0UrXKvBllmN7mk5Y8NOFDcu_ohfuU8x2pqvTtvjV_Dzea2G0-xr0Ob-daeMGxaj5NmB0qtip7sohdTcJyXXe9D2KIBNqIPPhetmx8yzk5n8/s1600/book.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573507551783064882&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsHR_0sHVH9ReuUIh94WwEurN-Zze-wUHd0UrXKvBllmN7mk5Y8NOFDcu_ohfuU8x2pqvTtvjV_Dzea2G0-xr0Ob-daeMGxaj5NmB0qtip7sohdTcJyXXe9D2KIBNqIPPhetmx8yzk5n8/s200/book.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;This is my command: Love Each Other -John15:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love language is not gifts, it is time and words of affirmation. To me the best valentine gifts from my husband are not things but a handwritten love letter. My husband and I have been together since we were 12 and our love has grown so much over the years. Perhaps the most noticable change has been in my husband, who did not know the Lord when we first met. Infact, my husband has just begun to grow in his relationship with Christ in the last 5 years. It is truly amazing what God can do to a man. As strong as he is, his gentleness is stronger. Here is the love letter he wrote me for  valentines day today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Gabriola;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Gabriola;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;To my Precious Love,&lt;br /&gt;When I am with you the world seems miles away,&lt;br /&gt;I get lost in your smile, those sweet shimmering lips,&lt;br /&gt;When I gaze into your eyes, I see a soul full of light,&lt;br /&gt;When we embrace, I feel your love pouring into my heart,&lt;br /&gt;We have a bond that I could never find with anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;There is no corner, no dark place in me that your love cannot fill,&lt;br /&gt;Your tenderness encourages me to be a better man,&lt;br /&gt;I feel unworthy of a love so pure, a woman as stunning and incredible as you,&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for you everyday, and pray to be the husband my beauty deserves,&lt;br /&gt;When I am with you forever is where I want to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Forever your lover,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Gabriola;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/7094707903722774848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-letter-from-my-husband.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/7094707903722774848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/7094707903722774848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-letter-from-my-husband.html' title='love letter from my husband'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsHR_0sHVH9ReuUIh94WwEurN-Zze-wUHd0UrXKvBllmN7mk5Y8NOFDcu_ohfuU8x2pqvTtvjV_Dzea2G0-xr0Ob-daeMGxaj5NmB0qtip7sohdTcJyXXe9D2KIBNqIPPhetmx8yzk5n8/s72-c/book.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-3832630910753198181</id><published>2011-02-10T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:07:31.479-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspired Journaling"/><title type='text'>What do you desire?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDXWgnIgp35jzQUC375jSTIvXCuhkVCe5Q6vzUX-xOl6qP9kn8C-2Ce74HN20rkQLJ-kpUDTevZdREUUI_QULir_OF03FkUcFxNPPuh5-pZFmiwbIED5IfN-S_EElCMUvbPTg8YPWepA8/s1600/journal.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572055469953287346&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDXWgnIgp35jzQUC375jSTIvXCuhkVCe5Q6vzUX-xOl6qP9kn8C-2Ce74HN20rkQLJ-kpUDTevZdREUUI_QULir_OF03FkUcFxNPPuh5-pZFmiwbIED5IfN-S_EElCMUvbPTg8YPWepA8/s200/journal.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambiton when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at sea. We are far to easily pleased.&lt;/em&gt; -C.S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;       I remember being about 8 or 9 years old and my aunt, a teacher, would come and visit and bring with her the most amazing gifts. Not dolls and silly toys but paper. Yes I said paper. Before every home had a printer and reams of paper at their fingertips, my aunt would come through the door with an abundance of paper from her school. I remember the joy that I felt as she lay all the papers infront of me on the table. I couldn&#39;t wait to get my hands on it and see what I could create. I didn&#39;t know what would become on those blank pages, but the idea that my creations and ideas would become real on those pages before me overwhelmed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;The opportunities in a blank piece of paper excited me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;    &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt; I knew early on that God had planted a desire for words and paper and writing in my soul&lt;/span&gt;. I could see that not every girl my age was so passionate about such things, infact I didn&#39;t have any friends who shared that passion. So as I grew, I swept the passion for writing under the rug and only brought it back out when no one was around. Adults would ask what I wanted to do when I grew up and for a long time I told them it was to be an author and write, but overtime I discovered that many people had the same dream and began to think my passion was just a silly dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;    I began to &quot;reshape&quot; my desire to write and create on paper into a more responsible career choice, teaching. I loved kids, I was able to still be around paper and creativity and it seemed a more acceptable answer to those around me when they asked what I wanted to do when I grew up.   I didn&#39;t understand at the time that I was begining to create my story here on this earth by finding acceptance of my desires from others. That is how we loose our joy.   Thankfully, God would help me see this mistake and help me follow the desires he placed within me.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;     26 years later, that 8 year old girl who got excited about paper and the blank page before her is still there and she wants to come out and play. God placed a desire in my heart and I tried to squish it and make it more acceptable and useful to this world. As I grow to know God more, he makes this desire stronger and reminds me that this desire is one of the things that makes me uniquely me.   I am blessed to now not care if anyone finds my passion for writing silly or without practical purpose.   The joy I have recieved from personal journaling alone has made this desire worth its weight in gold.    God wants us to have follow our desires, he does not wish for us to be passionless and uncreative.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Our God is creative and passionful and he placed those same things in us to explore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/3832630910753198181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-do-you-desire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/3832630910753198181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/3832630910753198181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-do-you-desire.html' title='What do you desire?'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDXWgnIgp35jzQUC375jSTIvXCuhkVCe5Q6vzUX-xOl6qP9kn8C-2Ce74HN20rkQLJ-kpUDTevZdREUUI_QULir_OF03FkUcFxNPPuh5-pZFmiwbIED5IfN-S_EElCMUvbPTg8YPWepA8/s72-c/journal.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-8770251273395285779</id><published>2011-02-08T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:09:24.282-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspired Marriage"/><title type='text'>Be the encourager</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CQwFwh1txfbxlEkx6imQItWPTO99Iv_zVN_w_K5E5wDRxpuKalwFUb4n6GoIpgTXTC6BwgW9xgbjtBsrrmvLu-KO1oxIlWRgn_2iDiesBeT3B4y74TTyLX-gjuIm_4K259a-L59ElN4/s1600/95E14679.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571381208368146514&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CQwFwh1txfbxlEkx6imQItWPTO99Iv_zVN_w_K5E5wDRxpuKalwFUb4n6GoIpgTXTC6BwgW9xgbjtBsrrmvLu-KO1oxIlWRgn_2iDiesBeT3B4y74TTyLX-gjuIm_4K259a-L59ElN4/s200/95E14679.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ephesians 4:2    Be completely humble and gentle, be patient, bearing with one another in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God gave us two ears and one mouth for a reason and I am trying to learn that. I am often to quick to speak completely forgetting what God has called me to do ,&quot;quick to listen and slow to speak&quot;. &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;As I grow in maturity along this walk with God, I am convicted of my quick tongue that I once was so proud of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am well spoken and have always been able to win almost any &#39;spritited debate&#39; that I have been in. In college this seemed like a gift, as a married woman trying to show God&#39;s love it is the source of much regret. My lips are almost raw on the inside as I have been biting them so inorder to tame my tongue. I am not mean or sharp with my tongue, but how much fun must it be for my husband to be married to someone who is &quot;always right&quot;. Doesn&#39;t really matter if I&#39;m right if I am not being encouraging and loving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being an encourager to my husband takes more than biting my tongue, it takes prayer to be more gentle and less selfish.  To care more about him than myself.  To care more about him walking away from me encouraged than me walking away a winner.  &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;As I show more encouragement and love from my mouth rather than champion debating skills, I see my husband respond back to me with more tendernous. &lt;/span&gt;I will write more about this in my series of posts - &quot;I am learning to Submit&quot;- Part 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also linked up here: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.time-warp-wife.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.time-warp-wife.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://womenlivingwell-courtney.blogspot.com/search/label/Women%20Living%20Well%20Wednesdays&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq297/courtneylivingwell/LivingWell.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/8770251273395285779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-encourager.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/8770251273395285779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/8770251273395285779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-encourager.html' title='Be the encourager'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CQwFwh1txfbxlEkx6imQItWPTO99Iv_zVN_w_K5E5wDRxpuKalwFUb4n6GoIpgTXTC6BwgW9xgbjtBsrrmvLu-KO1oxIlWRgn_2iDiesBeT3B4y74TTyLX-gjuIm_4K259a-L59ElN4/s72-c/95E14679.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-6632005923583800736</id><published>2011-02-05T09:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:00:11.796-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspired"/><title type='text'>I want to be BRAVE</title><content type='html'>I want to be brave. Brave enough to find out who exactly God wants me to be. Brave enough to sift through all the layers that this world has piled on me and find the core layer that God wants to shine. But it takes bravery to peel off those layers and find what has been whispering to me all these years.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to be brave enought to not care what I look like , what someone else thinks, what someone else wants me to do. I want to be brave enough to not care about the car I drive, the house I live in, the hair dresser I use. I want to be brave enough to say, &quot;these things don&#39;t matter&quot;. I want to be brave to live the life I was meant to have, brave enough to follow my soul when it calls to me with the things it craves. &lt;br /&gt;
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I want to be brave and show my three girls how to be humble. Humility is where I realize how lucky I am to be so blessed but question how I am able to do nothing of the two thirds of the world that has none of the luxuries I take for granted. I want to be brave enough to challenge my comfort, my friends comfort, my families comfort. I want to be brave enough to write in the pages of this blog these things that were planted in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
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Brave enough to follow God, no matter what. I want to be brave enough to give to anyone who needs it and not get a callused heart and decide who I believe deserves help. I want to be brave enough to not judge those around me by my own standards. I want to be brave enough to remind my church friends that Jesus came for the sick. I want to be brave enough that when my pride in my children, home, education, blog post, raise, begin to swell, that I am umong the sick that need Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to be brave, what do you want to be brave enough to do?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6632005923583800736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-to-be-brave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/6632005923583800736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/6632005923583800736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-to-be-brave.html' title='I want to be BRAVE'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-761103675728073575</id><published>2011-02-02T06:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:03:33.678-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspired homeschooling"/><title type='text'>My decision to homeschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69xl4MsD5O9O5ncIX6CA9Df3owgjX9SPgGSqCQrh9LlIH-_ZGY6JM-1m9JWUE38TyCF8KpPLpuoHEatRp5N3DS35mI94jtSbbmeV1Vz5I9XdFWiyseu-A4lnAM7xYHRpXrPzytn5YQ_c/s1600/DSCI0877.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569055286162443282&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69xl4MsD5O9O5ncIX6CA9Df3owgjX9SPgGSqCQrh9LlIH-_ZGY6JM-1m9JWUE38TyCF8KpPLpuoHEatRp5N3DS35mI94jtSbbmeV1Vz5I9XdFWiyseu-A4lnAM7xYHRpXrPzytn5YQ_c/s200/DSCI0877.JPG&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; float: left; height: 133px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I began homeschooling 4 years ago. The homeschooling adventure has changed my family to the core and I love it. When we made the decision to homeschool non of my friends were homeschooling, I wasn&#39;t sure what to do, where to go for help, but I knew I needed to do it. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;I felt such a tug in my soul to keep them home to educate that I didn&#39;t care what anyone thought&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a good girl, who USE to enjoy pleasing the people around me, deciding to homeschool even though those around me thought it was strange was the best thing I ever did, for a few reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, homeschooling has allowed me to be the guide in my children&#39;s moral training and incourage the enjoyment of school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But another unexpected blessing of deciding to homeschool was the power it gave me to stop caring about what anyone else was thinking. I felt convicted that I was making the best decision for my family and the fact that I had no support but still wanted it so badly, only made me more certain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the years I have made many other decisions to help support and encourage our family and not let my decisions be swayed by what anyone else is doing. Homeschooling is a blessing and joy in our family! Today our homeschooling looks a little different as we belong to a hybrid school which has actual school on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and homeschool on Tuesday and Thursday. The structure and moral training of the school helps this creative, non structured mom stay on task but also the extra days of staying home to school and being blessed to have more time with these amazing giggly girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What made you begin your homeschooling adventure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/761103675728073575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-decision-to-homeschool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/761103675728073575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/761103675728073575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-decision-to-homeschool.html' title='My decision to homeschool'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69xl4MsD5O9O5ncIX6CA9Df3owgjX9SPgGSqCQrh9LlIH-_ZGY6JM-1m9JWUE38TyCF8KpPLpuoHEatRp5N3DS35mI94jtSbbmeV1Vz5I9XdFWiyseu-A4lnAM7xYHRpXrPzytn5YQ_c/s72-c/DSCI0877.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4846809834873326674.post-5108050488501098021</id><published>2011-01-26T06:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:09:24.283-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspired Marriage"/><title type='text'>I am learning to submit</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wives submit to your husband; husbands ought to love their wives-Eph 5:22,28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that for a long time in my marriage and while I dated my husband, I thought the word submit was an offensive word. The word, at the time, meant weak, less than, not in control of my life, giving up my dreams. I had a very negative connotation associated with that word. So when I chose to live my life for Christ and start living more biblically, one of the hardest areas for me to deal with was this idea of &quot;submission&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I am enjoying my marriage more than ever, I have to admit, that it is because I have learned, no, I am learning to submit to my husband. However, the word no longer has the negative connotation that it use to carry with me. Now the word connotates trust, love, encouragement, and being part of the awesomeness that God had intended for marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As old fashion as it sounds,submission is the biblical call for our marriages and it is the key to our marriages happiness and growth. Submission is a beautiful word if you understand that the outcome is more trust, more love, more encouragement, more respect, and more joy. &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;There is so much joy extended to us in our obedience&lt;/span&gt;. It is what we are all looking for, as a women, I just want to be loved, really loved. And, as a husband (my husband tell me), they just want us to be submissive, or respected. I often wonder why it took me so long to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more on this topic and what submission looks like in my marriage today why I am always smiling....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am linked up with &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.aholyexperience.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.aholyexperience.com&lt;/a&gt; , but couldn&#39;t get the button to share, so please click on the link to go there.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5108050488501098021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-learning-to-submit.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/5108050488501098021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4846809834873326674/posts/default/5108050488501098021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinspiredpage.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-learning-to-submit.html' title='I am learning to submit'/><author><name>shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970777382746792720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkqTb-veGV8ME_I_fAQL7eDFuXJ2Lt-MVRdEO-NOrfepC55QcX_LSxdIXt9EXlE0yOvYb4qUARaEqsyQD1fOM-rsr-y5a1FXxRKRszMul_17MwQAW90Oy8SL_najA6A/s220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>