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Happy birthday to the love of my life! The Lord bless you    and keep you; the Lord make his face shine on you    and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you    and give you peace. Numbers 6:24-26

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These are my notes from a podcast from Pastor Ed Young.  They truly don't do it justice. If you are interested, subscribe to his podcasts! This week I came across an honest post and new link up I just might need to try.  I found a new way to look at the reason why we go to church, and I couldn't agree more.  As someone who grew up watching my parents' marriage end in

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A rainy day is not the end of the world. However, when you start working in Early Education, you quickly learn that a raining week can cause havoc. The words wet play send a chill down any teacher's soul, as she comes up with images of children bored out of their minds attempting to destroy everything in sight and get into trouble through all means available. As we grow in our

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This weekend we had an issue with our water supply, from Friday morning until Sunday afternoon there was no water pumped into our community. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper. The funny thing is, each house stores a certain supply of water. I was told in gallons just how much I would have to brave through this, but two main points were missing: A- How long do I need to make it last? and

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"Blessed To Be A Witness" Ben Harper Corcovado parted the skyAnd through the darknessOn us he shinedCrucified in stoneStill his blood is my ownGlory behold all my eyes have seenHave seen I am blessedI am blessedI am blessedI am blessedI am blessed to be a witness Some have flown awayAnd can't be with us here todayLike the hills of my homeSome have crumbled and now are goneGather around

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It seems like this week will be one of those weeks. You know the ones. When Sunday comes and you already feel tired for the upcoming days. When the weekend is full of joy, loved ones and anticipation, but lacks in any rest. When Monday hits you in the face with crying toddlers, missing coworkers and stressed out bosses. So yeah, that's how my last few couple of days have been. But how are you?

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Last year my husband and I went on a newlywed couples retreat. It was two and a half days of spending time in a gorgeous house, with yummy food, lovely company and some amazing outbreaks in our marriage. We discovered more about how similar our dreams were and how God's direction for both was confirmed in those two days than we had in the first two years of our marriage. To enhance the

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"My Hope Is You" Third Day To you, O Lord, I lift my soulIn you, O God, I place my trustDo not let me be put to shameNor let my enemies triumph over me My hope is youShow me your waysGuide me in TruthIn all my daysMy hope is you I am, O Lord, filled with your loveYou are, O God, my salvationGuard my life and rescue meMy broken spirit shoutsMy mended heart cries out... My hope is

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Source I live in a gated community with forty houses. All houses are attached, so I have neighbors in front of me, behind me and on both sides. Rationally speaking, that is the worst idea known to men. I hear pillow talk from the neighbors next to my bedroom, people showering at 5 am on the bathroom side, people chatting underneath my bedroom window and every noise the kids make

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Source Before I begin, let me make something clear: I don't think facebook is evil. When I came back to Brazil, facebook was the only quick and easy way to contact my Georgia friends, and I did enjoy getting news from them all. However, somewhere along the way I think it lost its charm. It went from something that propagated important info and reached out to old friends to a pile

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You make known to me the path of life;     you will fill me with joy in your presence,     with eternal pleasures at your right hand. Psalm 16:11

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As a soon-to-be Christian mommy, this week two posts captured my heart about raising children in a God-glorifying way: this one and this one. I loved this video. Don't get me wrong, I am a football fan, but that makes it even more beautiful to me.  This post really hit home with me. We are in the midst of a transition phase, and I feel tugged just like the young man, between what

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People warn you that life will never be the same when you have a baby, that your entire existence will surround another life the moment that life comes out of you. I came to learn that that is a lie. Don't get me wrong, it does happen. At least for the first couple of years of your child's life, they are dependent on you physically and emotionally. That part will indeed happen. But

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"O Praise Him" David Crowder Band Turn your earTo heaven and hearThe noise insideThe sound of angels' aweThe sound of angels' songsAnd all this for a KingWe could join and singAll to Christ the KingHow constant, how divineThis song of ours will riseO, how constant, how divineThis love of ours will riseWill riseO praise HimO praise himHe is HolyHe is Holy (yeah)Turn your gazeTo heaven

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I took part in a (not so) little project called 31 days last year. During the month of October, The Nester hosts this huge linking party in which we all write for 31 days about something. Anything. Last week she announced that it would happen again this October, and I was thrilled.  Not only was it a great way for me to choose a topic, stick to it and truly develop it, it

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Some people live a long, healthy young life with no intentions of settling down. If I were to be completely honest, I think I started seriously considering marriage when I was, oh, I don't know, maybe nine. Maybe it is because I've always known I wanted to be a mom. Maybe it is because I had some sort of low self-esteem and needed to have someone by my side to feel worth something. Maybe it is

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Source "No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8:39

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Good morning y'all! Here is what touched me this week in the blogworld.  Edie wrote about her dreams, and it is impossible not to get emotional about them.  Jon Bloom wrote about taking heart over at Desiring God. Jennifer Thomas wrote about the one person YOU need to forgive over at (in)courage.  What about you, any post suggestions? God bless you!

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Today we are joining Lisa-Jo Baker for her Five Minute Friday. Here is what she has to say about it: This is where a brave and beautiful bunch gather every week to find out what comes out when we all spend five minutes writing on the same topic and then sharing ‘em over here. Rules: 1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.2. Link back 

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I have mentioned here occasionally that I am a bit of a neat freak. I like my kitchen counters clean and bare, my closet color coded and my books arranged by height. Three items on the dining table form a clutter in my head, and I utterly dislike the feeling of going to bed with dishes in the sink. Once, taking a women's class at church the speaker told us we did not have to submit to the

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Worth it all Rita Springer I don't understand Your ways Oh but I will give You my song Give You all of my praise You hold on to all my pain With it You are pulling me closer And pulling me into Your ways Now around every corner And up every mountain I'm not looking for crowns Or the water from fountains I'm desperate in seeking, frantic believing That the sight of Your

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My dogs and my big bulging belly Expectations are a funny thing. We hope and dream and plan the future, and when it gets here we tend to juxtapose the reality against what we thought it would be like, and then assess whether we came out well or not. At least I know I do it. All. the. time. Take my pregnancy for example. I had very firm preconceived ideas of what it would be

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I missed posting weekend links on Saturday. As I debated whether to scrap them altogether, I figured I'd rather share great posts others wrote than write my own. This is what touched my heart this past week: (in)courage talked about being a happier mom. Good thing I read this before putting myself through the wringer! Pete Wilson talked about two things a marriage needs. I'll be honest in

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Know (perceive, recognize, and understand with approval) that the Lord is God! It is He Who has made us, not we ourselves [and we are His]! We are His people and the sheep of His pasture. Psalm 100:3 (Amplified Bible)

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Remember my Instagram picture with the nasty comment? Apparently it did not hit home. Or maybe it did, and the enemy blinds us so much that we don't look at our own sin, thinking this does not apply to me. I, on the other hand, was devastated. When I posted it, I wanted it to hurt. But deep down, I wanted it to change something. To (maybe not so lovingly) point out I see what you are doing. It

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