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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will&amp;nbsp;admit&amp;nbsp;that i held together really well as he was explaining things to me. I smiled at the desk on the way out and said hello to the people coming into the building. I then &amp;nbsp;picked up my phone and called my mommy. When I heard her voice a slew of emotions flooded me and I began to weep. I explained everything that Dr. Day had told me and she sweetly began to remind me that we kn ow the facts but we also know His truth. The truth is that I am the daughter of&amp;nbsp;Lazarus&amp;nbsp;and not only that I am a daughter of the king. He is in&amp;nbsp;control&amp;nbsp;of this life and there is nothing that I can do but trust Him and know that I know that I know...He will take care of my child and Callan will be born healthy and strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MX3GIEPllBQ/Ttuswlm5a6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cAD4y1NkMJA/s1600/Callan+Joseph.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MX3GIEPllBQ/Ttuswlm5a6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cAD4y1NkMJA/s320/Callan+Joseph.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In other fronts Dad is doing better every day. he going to be moved to a&amp;nbsp;special&amp;nbsp;hospital that will prepare him for rehab. We are all excited and a little scared. The move is a huge leap forward, but then look what Dad and our God have accomplished already!! God is good all the time and I know that we will be seeing even bigger things to come. He never gives up on us and I we must make the choice that we will not give up the battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3198232755415630313-3403326100814928304?l=morningglory1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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To make a very long story short my Daddy has been fighting for his life since May and &amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;husband&amp;nbsp;and I have taken over the business, their personal bills, and my grandmother. &amp;nbsp;You can follow what has been going on at my facebook page @&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/keri.davidson"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/keri.davidson&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. Please look at it the Journey that the Lord has led us on is like no other!!! &amp;nbsp;Because of that I have had reevaluate what I am doing in my family, my life, my blog, and everything that I am a part of and touch. &amp;nbsp;Nothing can be the same in my life and the life of my family ever again.&lt;br /&gt;
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To add to all the fun that we have had , we found out in June that we would be making an addition to our family. In February we will be adding a boy, Callan Joseph and we could not be happier about it. &amp;nbsp;It has been a difficult pregnancy and without the support system that we have had in the past, it has at times stretched me to lengths that I never thought were possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-btbzWG6tUp0/Ts1dT6oen8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/PkeeNPoxc5U/s1600/IMG_1194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-btbzWG6tUp0/Ts1dT6oen8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/PkeeNPoxc5U/s320/IMG_1194.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLl0aof464s/Ts1gffxAZhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ghKxKk8VRG8/s1600/IMG_1186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLl0aof464s/Ts1gffxAZhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ghKxKk8VRG8/s320/IMG_1186.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So with all of that in background let me share with you what I am hearing today and have through out this week. "What's it to you?!" &amp;nbsp;There has been more stress and unorder in our lives this month alone than I can ever remember. &amp;nbsp;We have had health issues, financial issues, and relationship issues. At times I felt that it was more than I could bare, but God has been abundant in grace and for the first time in my life I rely completely on Him. &amp;nbsp;The What's It to You part has been really hard to deal with. If he chooses to take the life of my father what is it to me? If He chooses to stop the extra income that we have ( and when I I say extra I mean a couple of houses that I clean and that help us make ends meet.) what's it to me? &amp;nbsp;If we have complications bringing Callan into the world, what's it to me? &amp;nbsp;The reason I say what's it to me is what can I do about it? He is the one who holds my past, present, and future. He is one on control and this is His show. &amp;nbsp;I am simply an instrument that He plays &amp;nbsp;for His purpose and my prayer is that my sound is sweet and&amp;nbsp;pleasing&amp;nbsp;to Him in every way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3198232755415630313-6300243605944008432?l=morningglory1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Websters say this of trust:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; line-height: 21px;"&gt;-NOUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. RELIANCE ON THE INTEGRITY, STRENGTH,ABILITY, SURETY,ETC., OF A PERSON OR THING; confidence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. CONFIDENT expectation of something ; hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. confidence in the certainty of future payment for property or goods received; credit; to sell merchandise on trust.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;That is trust as a noun. I had never really thought of the word as a either a noun or verb.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;-verb ( with out an object)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. TO RELY UPON OR PLACE CONFIDENCE IN SOMEONE OR SOMETHING(USUALLY FOLLOWED BY IN OR TO): to trust in another's honesty; trusting to luck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. to have confidence, hope: Things work out if only one trusts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbpQJQAMakQ/THQACjXUDtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OFwzzEPrOBs/s1600/You+are+my+sunshine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbpQJQAMakQ/THQACjXUDtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OFwzzEPrOBs/s320/You+are+my+sunshine.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;-verb ( with an object)&lt;span style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. TO HAVE TRUST OR CONFIDENCE IN; RELY OR DEPEND&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. TO BELIEVE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;3. TO EXPECT&amp;nbsp;CONFIDENTLY; HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;When put this way I have found that I am very far off the mark. I too often say I trust you Lord, but do I CONFIDENTLY EXPECT? Have I simply learned enough of the religious gargin that I just spew it out just so everyone knows that I am on the same page with them? I have to answer YES.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;For me I am learning trust. I am learning that I can expect and that I am not some step child that the Lord took in because he felt so sorry for me. He wanted me. He desperately fought and claimed me. Because of that I can trust. Because of that I can confidently &amp;nbsp;expect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Proverbs 13:12 tells us that "Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt;I must chose. Will I worry about what I can not change or will I gain confidence in knowing that it is beyond me and frankly, it's not my problem. I'm going to try to go with the not my problem...I am going to focus on what I can do and should do, which is to take everything with prayer and supplication before God. I am going to pray that He will place His desires in my heart and that I will be able to let go of the things that I once felt important. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am going to TRUST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3198232755415630313-8571671694617869269?l=morningglory1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Until I start my next project...Make It Work Mama!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NA4zt7Jl5Tk/TMc9pzJM_1I/AAAAAAAAALE/BWYT2CdSGZc/s1600/strawberry+dress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NA4zt7Jl5Tk/TMc9pzJM_1I/AAAAAAAAALE/BWYT2CdSGZc/s320/strawberry+dress.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3198232755415630313-1888237833054042800?l=morningglory1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I really wanted to make something for my little ones that they would eat and I would know was nutritious. So I looked in my freezer, pantry, and fridge. This is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NA4zt7Jl5Tk/TMNTk9dUQXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OzlT3YgzirI/s1600/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NA4zt7Jl5Tk/TMNTk9dUQXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OzlT3YgzirI/s400/110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531356661779022194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parmesan, Diced tomatoes, Margarine, Frozen chopped spinach,&lt;br /&gt;Bacon ends, and angel hair pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply prepared my pasta as usual, drained it and tossed it with a little oil. I then put the tomatoes,&lt;br /&gt;half of the bag of spinach and cut up bacon ends in a skillet. I let this cook on medium and put a load of laundry on. I came back and let it cook for around 15 minutes. I added water as needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NA4zt7Jl5Tk/TMNWgFSodRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/S-aibbscH8U/s1600/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NA4zt7Jl5Tk/TMNWgFSodRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/S-aibbscH8U/s400/105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531359876517229842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, Emma  and Jack loved it!!  Keep in mind that they are a whopping 22 and 9 months old.  I never thought for a second that either would like the spinach, but they did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NA4zt7Jl5Tk/TMNXFwxM1dI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NN0MGrY6qTc/s1600/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NA4zt7Jl5Tk/TMNXFwxM1dI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NN0MGrY6qTc/s400/103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531360523843327442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack even had seconds!&lt;br /&gt;I promise to eventaully get better at documenting pictures and I will hopefully have a better camers soon as well.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun making it work y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NA4zt7Jl5Tk/TMNVmTQ9WYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FFp1zMDf7Qg/s1600/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3198232755415630313-4271802005508682371?l=morningglory1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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