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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEBQX46fCp7ImA9WxBTEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128</id><updated>2009-12-08T02:17:30.014-05:00</updated><title>Sweet Journey</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/sweetjourney" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">blogspot/sweetjourney</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEBQX8_cSp7ImA9WxBTEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-4744458518588374320</id><published>2009-12-07T20:09:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:17:30.149-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-08T02:17:30.149-05:00</app:edited><title>"I just want to believe the Truth"</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/Sx36LWKatuI/AAAAAAAAFFc/lgPIKP4DDUw/s1600-h/IMG_3841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412757400003983074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/Sx36LWKatuI/AAAAAAAAFFc/lgPIKP4DDUw/s320/IMG_3841.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I just want to believe the Truth", is what one student said after a lengthy conversation during the car ride home from our retreat. She also said she wanted to study more about the claims of Christ so she could compare it with the intense Buddhist teachings she has received her whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retreat was precious in every aspect. Our staff girls did an incredible job planning the retreat, and more specifically, planning their presentation of the gospel. I don't think the gospel could have been shared any clearer. The first night, Snow set the stage by explaining God as Creator (she was a Chemistry major and had great illustrations), the reality of heaven and hell, humans inability to be perfect, and our need for a Savior. Honey picked up the next morning with how God had provided that Savior, Jesus Christ. She, too, had wonderful illustrations that made the gospel so easy to understand. At the end of her sharing, there was even a tearful pleading for the girls to know that this message is true, not just Western religion. I think every believer was moved to tears (which included 4 Thai students), but the unbelievers sat stone cold still, no comment, no expression. Tough crowd. But we know that the power is in the gospel and that all we could do was pray for God to open the eyes of their hearts. We wrapped up our meeting time, leaving them with some things to think about and got ready for our day of activities. Hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412755522046002962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/Sx34eCOWBxI/AAAAAAAAFFU/Bq03l6BGZh8/s320/IMG_3842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/Sx33SoY6pMI/AAAAAAAAFFM/xFv_9znESNk/s1600-h/IMG_3841.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the National Park where we saw a ton of monkeys, wild elephants, and a beautiful waterfall. We tried to take advantage of our free time with the girls to have follow up conversations. By the end of the weekend there were four girls who said they were interested in learning more and one in particular who told Snow that she wanted to meet with her one on one and study the Bible before she made a decision for Christ. Helping someone make a decision to place their faith in Christ and begin following Him takes time and must be handled with care. There are many barriers for these students- strong family influence and expectation to be faithful Buddhists, and potential ridicule from friends and family if they do become a Christian. Please pray for Im, Gate, Ice and Sai as they move forward in their search for Truth. You can also pray for Gung, Rock, Jum, Boo, . I look forward to giving you an update on their progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/Sx36skxIEfI/AAAAAAAAFFk/vhJ3NYnr5FQ/s1600-h/IMG_3853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412757970860118514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/Sx36skxIEfI/AAAAAAAAFFk/vhJ3NYnr5FQ/s320/IMG_3853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Im, Blaa, and Sai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-4744458518588374320?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/4744458518588374320/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=4744458518588374320" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/4744458518588374320?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/4744458518588374320?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-want-to-believe-truth.html" title="&quot;I just want to believe the Truth&quot;" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15089160186390269534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/Sx36LWKatuI/AAAAAAAAFFc/lgPIKP4DDUw/s72-c/IMG_3841.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQHQn85eyp7ImA9WxNaF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-3605883280511310019</id><published>2009-12-01T20:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:18:53.123-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-01T21:18:53.123-05:00</app:edited><title>Trip to "Big Mountain"</title><content type="html">We have a busy few days ahead of us. Tomorrow, the new mall opens in Khon Kaen. This is a big deal. For some crazy reason I have agreed to go with 3 of my friends, toting two children, to the opening day of this mall. My biggest objective is to find out whether or not they will be selling Christmas trees. I am desperate to get a Christmas tree up but I'm not yet desperate enough to spend $50 on a short, gappy, sparse, plastic tree. Watch, I may be eating these words after tomorrow when I can't find my dream artificial tree. There is just nothing like bringing home a nice, big, full, Fraser Fir that smells up your whole house. Those were the days. But its also nice to have all your windows open enjoying nice, perfect temperature weather on Christmas Day also. The blessings and the sacrifices- life is full of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so on with our busy week. After our mall outing on Thursday we will have a Women's Christmas Fellowship on Friday night. This is a party that our team puts on every year for our staff women and missionary women from other organizations in the area. I'm really looking forward to this. We're having a appetizer buffet, lots of dips, chips, cheesiness of every kind and cookies. Can I handle it? Thanksgiving already left me with 1.7 extra lbs. I'll just have to do a few extra laps around the neighborhood this week, and a few hundred more crunches (not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the reason for this whole post in the first place, Saturday morning I will be leaving to go to Khao Yai (pronounced 'Cow Yie). The Thai staff girls are putting on a small women's evangelistic retreat. There will be 16 Thai college students (12 of which are unbelievers), 2 Australian college students, and 6 of our staff women. This is really a big opportunity that we would love for you to be praying for. The majority of the students are girls that our two single Thai staff women at NEU have been building friendships with over the last few months. We are asking the Lord to prepare their hearts to respond to a clear presentation of the gospel. We are convinced that it is the gospel that is "the power for salvation". Please pray these things for our weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Safe travel as we take 3 vehicles on a 4 hour drive (one way).&lt;br /&gt;2. Snow and Honey would have clarity and boldness as they teach and share the gospel. &lt;br /&gt;3. That the Holy Spirit would remove the blindness and chains that keep these young women in bondage to idol worship and seeking satisfaction and happiness in the things of this world. &lt;br /&gt;4. That, I personally, would be able to build some relationships with these students. Being at home with Sophie, I have little opportunity to go on the campus and enter their world. I would love to maximize this opportunity in order to build trust with them so that they would feel free and comfortable to come to "my world". How I long for my home to be a refuge, a safe, warm place that when unbelievers walk in, they know there's something different and they want to know why. I want more opportunities to use hospitality as my medium for evangelism.&lt;br /&gt;5. Lastly, pray for Marc and Sophie as they will be home alone for 3 days. I know Sophie will miss me but she LOVES extended quality time with her Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to posting lots of pictures from our weekend and maybe even share about another soul being redeemed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sherry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-3605883280511310019?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/3605883280511310019/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=3605883280511310019" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/3605883280511310019?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/3605883280511310019?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2009/12/trip-to-big-mountain.html" title="Trip to &quot;Big Mountain&quot;" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15089160186390269534" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcCR3Y-fyp7ImA9WxNaF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-9061725629992569386</id><published>2009-12-01T20:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:41:06.857-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-01T20:41:06.857-05:00</app:edited><title>Thanksgiving</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7834097&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7834097&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7834097"&gt;happy thanksgiving from thailand&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/marcusjlewis"&gt;marc lewis&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-9061725629992569386?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/9061725629992569386/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=9061725629992569386" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/9061725629992569386?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/9061725629992569386?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html" title="Thanksgiving" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15089160186390269534" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8ASX4zfCp7ImA9WxNaF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-3306803995969268479</id><published>2009-11-23T20:08:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:54:08.084-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-02T01:54:08.084-05:00</app:edited><title>A scarf in Thailand?</title><content type="html">Can you believe that I'm sitting at my computer wearing a jacket and a scarf? I also have a throw blanket wrapped around my legs. The temperature is right at 60 F this morning. I know that doesn't sound cold to many of you but I mine as well be sitting outside in the 60 degree weather. We have no insulation and all granite/ tile floors so its pretty much the same temperature inside as it is outside. I walk with a good friend of mine at 5 am and I have NO long exercise pants here. So I'm out there with running shorts and a jacket. Our Thai neighbors don't mess with the cold weather, everyone we pass (the 3 other people walking at that time) are bundled to the max- sock caps, scarves, gloves, etc. I'm sure they think I'm crazy. But, with all that said, I LOVE IT!!!!!! There is nothing better to aid in getting in the holiday spirit than cold weather- well, playing Christmas music always helps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie and I made a couple of Thanksgiving crafts. There is one with a poem writen on it that involves writing things you are thankful for. I asked her to tell me things she was thankful for and she started her list: God, Daddy, Mommy, a few family members, and then she said holiness. "Holiness?", I asked. "What do you think holiness means?". She answered, "I don't know. God told me to say it." Was that a message for me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SwtEg4nDwQI/AAAAAAAAFFE/yvaOL1TaVSo/s1600/IMG_3719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SwtEg4nDwQI/AAAAAAAAFFE/yvaOL1TaVSo/s320/IMG_3719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407491109331124482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also getting ready for our big Thanksgiving dinner at the church. We were going to have the meal at our house but with the unpredicability of the weather, we thought it best to have it at the church. We have no AC in our downstairs and its predicted to be 90+ degrees on Thanksgiving day. Sitting around sweating while trying to enjoy a big plate of hot mushy casseroles would not be fun. Whoohoo, I cannot wait for a plate of hot, mushy casseroles all piled up together with just a corner reserved for a heaping spoonful of cold, crunchy broccoli salad. While we may not have access to all the holiday trimmings, we certainly make do. It also usually turns out that someone is making a trip to Bangkok and can make a grocery run for everyone. This year it happened to Moe and Git. Git had a long shopping list that included stuff like: pecans (which cost about $5.50 for 1/2 cup), corn bread mix, canned pineapple, cranberry sauce, karo syrup, etc. The only thing that will be missing this year is a turkey. Yes, thanksgiving without a turkey. We actually have access to butterball turkeys here but they are outrageously expensive. So, we  do rotisserie chickens from a local grocery store. Honestly, I can take or leave the meat (although I do love my Daddy's perfectly moist smoked turkey), just give me that plate full of hot, mushy casseroles with a little crunchy broccoli on the side and I am blissfully content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to posting pictures of our Thanksgiving spread from this Thursday. I will be assisting our resident decorator, Mary Jo Ray (missionary teacher) with the festive decor. I know we will have a wonderful day of eating and talking, two of my favorite things. The upcoming month holds lots of other holiday activities. We'll be making a trip to Laos, Bangkok and Khao Yai. I'm sure we'll have lots to write about then. We also have a group of Australian college students coming to help meet Thai students on the campus. I'm looking forward to all the Lord has planned for us over this Christmas season. We're praying that many hearts are opened and that the gospel would pierce and bring freedom. Joy to the World!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-3306803995969268479?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/3306803995969268479/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=3306803995969268479" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/3306803995969268479?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/3306803995969268479?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2009/11/scarf-in-thailand.html" title="A scarf in Thailand?" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15089160186390269534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SwtEg4nDwQI/AAAAAAAAFFE/yvaOL1TaVSo/s72-c/IMG_3719.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MGRnY8fCp7ImA9WxNUGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-4071401871681378977</id><published>2009-11-11T21:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:03:47.874-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-11T21:03:47.874-05:00</app:edited><title>Lewis Family Disco Throw Down</title><content type="html">&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTc5OTEyODYyNTImcHQ9MTI1Nzk5MTMxMzU3MyZwPTQxODgxMyZkPTIwMzUwMiZnPTImbz1hNjM4ODE2ZDBlMzA*YjZmYWNlZDQ1YmIxNjZhNTlkMyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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Breaking all the rules. I was trying to get some footage of her talking but she decided to sing. Don't read into her song...she is a happy girl who knows who she is and also knows her stuffed animal flopsy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-140453306746038988?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/140453306746038988/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=140453306746038988" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/140453306746038988?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/140453306746038988?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2009/10/sophies-song.html" title="Sophie's Song" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15089160186390269534" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQHQXwzeip7ImA9WxNVFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-1942711715049305929</id><published>2009-10-25T00:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:52:10.282-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-25T00:52:10.282-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ballet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hug School" /><title>Ballet Class</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SuPYyD2u0EI/AAAAAAAAFEM/IBWwjDgYIhw/s1600-h/IMG_3387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SuPYyD2u0EI/AAAAAAAAFEM/IBWwjDgYIhw/s400/IMG_3387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396395133059911746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Sophie took her first ballet class at the Hug School in Khon Kaen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are warming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SuPYxyG9yFI/AAAAAAAAFEE/xm7Yt-MWN9U/s1600-h/IMG_3392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SuPYxyG9yFI/AAAAAAAAFEE/xm7Yt-MWN9U/s400/IMG_3392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396395128296163410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very pleased that there is now a ballet school in our city. Sophie had a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-1942711715049305929?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/1942711715049305929/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=1942711715049305929" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/1942711715049305929?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/1942711715049305929?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2009/10/ballet-class.html" title="Ballet Class" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15089160186390269534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SuPYyD2u0EI/AAAAAAAAFEM/IBWwjDgYIhw/s72-c/IMG_3387.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQNSHgycSp7ImA9WxNVFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-3451862250224927627</id><published>2009-10-17T20:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:53:19.699-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-25T00:53:19.699-04:00</app:edited><title>Waiting</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/StpqU-_3LMI/AAAAAAAAFCc/ZILWsTW8dFQ/s1600-h/IMG_3120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/StpqU-_3LMI/AAAAAAAAFCc/ZILWsTW8dFQ/s320/IMG_3120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393740412470373570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog about "waiting" this morning. I just googled, "wisdom from waiting" and I ran across this website, someone interviewing Lewis Smedes. These are the bullet points of his interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. We all have to wait sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;II. Nobody likes to wait.&lt;br /&gt;III. Waiting is the hardest thing we ever do.&lt;br /&gt;IV. Waiting can be a beautiful experience.&lt;br /&gt;V. People who cannot wait almost always make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;VI. The strength to wait comes from faith.&lt;br /&gt;VII. In fact, waiting for God is the supreme test of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all great reminders for me right now. We turned in the paperwork for our second adoption, here in Thailand. Initially, I was told that the wait time would be one year. The social worker casually informed me that it would now be at least 2 years. This waiting time will not even begin until we have finished our homestudy. I don't know when that homestudy will take place, I just have to WAIT for someone to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not how I had things planned. Isn't it interesting how we don't even realize we are making plans until we find out things aren't going according to that plan. I definitely agree with point VII. "... waiting for God is the supreme test of faith." I struggled HARD while waiting for Sophie Mei. Many days of crying and disappointment, not understanding why it was taking so long. But God was patient with me as I was impatient with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie just woke up and is laying her head in my lap. Wow, looking into these dark eyes, that I love beyond words, how can I question God's wisdom and timing? I can't. Thankfully, He is always patient with me and I will pray that He will give me the grace to wait and be patient in response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD."- Ps. 27:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope."- Ps. 130:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I say to myself, 'The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.'"- Lam 3:24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are waiting and we are open to whatever opportunity God might put before us in the meantime. The more babies, the merrier the home. Please pray with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry, Marc and Sophie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-3451862250224927627?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/3451862250224927627/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=3451862250224927627" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/3451862250224927627?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/3451862250224927627?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanted-to-blog-about-waiting-this.html" title="Waiting" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15089160186390269534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/StpqU-_3LMI/AAAAAAAAFCc/ZILWsTW8dFQ/s72-c/IMG_3120.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0INRnk9fSp7ImA9WxNXGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-5608873789743376890</id><published>2009-10-06T03:29:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T04:59:57.765-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T04:59:57.765-04:00</app:edited><title>"Its ok Mommy. Grammy come back again. Maybe not tonight."</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SssG7crsK6I/AAAAAAAAE_8/aDe8DBMOuzc/s1600-h/IMG_3230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SssG7crsK6I/AAAAAAAAE_8/aDe8DBMOuzc/s320/IMG_3230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389408997460421538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. We sure did have a wonderful time while my mom and dad were here. I didn't want it to end. Praise the Lord their travel was uneventful and no sickness, exactly what we prayed for. Sophie loved having multiple playmates everyday. Her favorite phrase was, "Come on Grammy, follow me." And you know my mom followed her everywhere she led. We stayed at our house in Khon Kaen for the first two weeks. Marc was still on campus so mom and dad just got to see our normal life, Sophie and I at home all day :-). We did make a few short excursions to some nearby places, King Cobra Village, The Obonrat Dam, a friend's rice field. We took it easy. Hopefully, it was a good taste of Thai culture for them. We don't have cable so we had to get my dad set up on the internet to follow a few football games, Ga. Tech to be specific. Other than that, we just spent time together, drinking coffee, reading books and laughing at Sophie. One thing about living so far from family is that when we are all together it is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quality &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of everyday was waking up, walking downstairs to the smell of coffee brewing. My dad would already be sitting on the front porch reading with a pot of coffee ready for my mom and me. I usually always drink coffee alone in the morning so it was really nice to enjoy the mornings with them. My mom and I would then sit on the couch and talk, drinking coffee and sometimes talking to my sisters on skype. So, my mornings now are a little sad but it was precious while it lasted. &lt;br /&gt;We spent the last week of their trip in Khao Yai and Bangkok. I decided to wear them out the last few days. I loved being their tour guide. We rode elephants, saw wild monkeys at the National Park, rode in a taxi for hours on end (my dad's least favorite part). All the while sitting not more than 2 inches from one another, always close enough to grab their hand or put my arm around them, and that's all that mattered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SssBIFIFSmI/AAAAAAAAE_s/aytrTKgr2mQ/s1600-h/DSCN0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SssBIFIFSmI/AAAAAAAAE_s/aytrTKgr2mQ/s320/DSCN0313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389402617405590114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew my dad was wild at heart but I guess its laid dormant for the last few years. He decided to let it fly while he was here- eating bugs, handling snakes, even getting a tattoo in Bangkok. I loved watching it all. My mom just rolls with it. The craziest thing we did was sit and get a mural painted on our toenails. I came really close to eating a bug with my dad but I just couldn't do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SssAzyW0L8I/AAAAAAAAE_k/GWlzWlOdKXc/s1600-h/DSCN0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SssAzyW0L8I/AAAAAAAAE_k/GWlzWlOdKXc/s320/DSCN0346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389402268769726402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting sadder and sadder as the day approached for them to leave. I shed a few tears at the hotel before Marc took them to the airport, but I was ok. We drove home to Khon Kaen the next day. Getting back to our house was the difficult part. We walked in the door and the smell of our new bamboo blinds made me burst into tears. My dad worked so hard to get those hung. He was our regular fix-it man while he was here. He loves fixing and building, he really ministered to us. Then I walked into "grammy and papa's room" and more tears came. Sophie came up, looked right into my eyes, and said, "you little bit sad, mom?", I said, "yes, i miss Grammy and Papa." she answered, "It be ok, Mom. Grammy come back again...Maybe not tonight." Of course this made me laugh and I hugged her little body til it hurt. She is my sunshine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its only been 4 days since they left but for some reason it seems like a month. I love my family. I love my home country. But I also love this life that the Lord has called us to. Its not easy but it sure does bring me to my knees. I don't know how God is going to use us here in Thailand, but He sure is using Thailand to do a work in us. My peace and true satisfaction is found nowhere but in Jesus. He is my strength when I am weak, He is the treasure that I seek, He is my all in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SssCPvrhXrI/AAAAAAAAE_0/enihNGc8ywQ/s1600-h/IMG_2835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SssCPvrhXrI/AAAAAAAAE_0/enihNGc8ywQ/s320/IMG_2835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389403848599232178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-5608873789743376890?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/5608873789743376890/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=5608873789743376890" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/5608873789743376890?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/5608873789743376890?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-ok-mommy-grammy-come-back-again.html" title="&quot;Its ok Mommy. Grammy come back again. Maybe not tonight.&quot;" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15089160186390269534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SssG7crsK6I/AAAAAAAAE_8/aDe8DBMOuzc/s72-c/IMG_3230.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAMSHw8eSp7ImA9WxNREUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-7058007765086334722</id><published>2009-09-05T10:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:33:09.271-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-05T11:33:09.271-04:00</app:edited><title>Visitors and New Arrivals</title><content type="html">I'm going to stop saying that I'm going to post regularly because it hasn't happened yet. I'm one of those people who needs to write a note of encouragement to follow up on a conversation but I have so much to say that I keep putting it off until just the right time. Then of course that perfect time never comes and I'm left with lots of good intentions. The same goes for blogging. I feel like I have to wait until I have something extra interesting, extra encouraging or extra funny to post. Then when I think I have something blogworthy, I keep putting it off until I have uninterrupted time to be thoughtful about it. Marc, on the other hand, can just sit down and be objective, spitting out two full paragraphs of witty, encouraging and interesting tid-bits. Oh well, I guess I have to be content being the "sweet one". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo, on with my irregular posting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going very well at present. I'm actually on cloud 9 because my mom and dad are coming to visit next week. Who knows, they may be the first Marechale's to ever come to Thailand- ever. I will get to spend a full 36 hours with them in Bangkok, just me. This is precious to me b/c I know that as soon as they get around that little dark haired, dark eyed munchkin, I'll be nothing but chopped liver. (we moms always say that about grandparents but we really love it that they love our kids so much). They are going to absolutely eat her up. And rightly so, because she only gets cuter and cuter. She has been saying the funniest things lately. After play group on Wednesday, she was sitting in her booster seat eating lunch when she exhaled deeply, leaning back in her seat with a bereft look on her face and said, "me and my friends had a rough day." then shrugged her shoulders and said, "anyways". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie is also really into painting. She wants to paint all day every day. I don't protest too much because when I have the opportunity to sit down and paint with her I really enjoy it, its very therapeutic. She has a pretty long attention span. She will really stick to a project. I had to clean lots of really nasty windows today and she was right there with me wiping and scrubbing until I gave her her next assignment. She's quite the helper. Though, along with getting cuter and cuter, she's definitely exerting some independence and reminding us why they call it the "terrible two's". Just when you think you've got this discipline thing down, it gets even more challenging. Its getting harder and harder. I need to pick up few old books and read them again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those of you who are on facebook probably got Marc's recent message, non-chalantly announcing that we are in the beginning stages of adopting again. Those of you who aren't on facebook, this is the announcement :-). We are adopting a Thai child. We've requested as young as possible and are open to either gender, which in Thailand will most likely mean a boy. We are told that it will be roughly a year wait from the time we finish our paperwork. So, we're thinking maybe Christmastime 2010. Please keep us in your prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's about it for now. I'll be sure to post some pictures of my parents visit. We're planning to do a few neat excursions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Sherry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-7058007765086334722?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/7058007765086334722/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=7058007765086334722" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/7058007765086334722?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/7058007765086334722?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2009/09/visitors-and-new-arrivals.html" title="Visitors and New Arrivals" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15089160186390269534" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MGQHY6eCp7ImA9WxJUFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-7471455121870185796</id><published>2009-07-01T08:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:37:01.810-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-12T10:37:01.810-04:00</app:edited><title>Lovely Day with Sophie Mei</title><content type="html">Yesterday was quite a sweet day. It started off a little rocky when I couldn't put Sophie's carseat back together. I had taken it apart so that I could wash the cover but there ended up being one piece whose original place I could not find. I love putting things together so it became especially frustrating when I couldn't do it. I searched all over the internet for a diagram on how to put the carseat back together but couldn't find it. I had tried not to bother Marc b/c he was working on something but finally I put out my distress call. Thankfully, it only took him looking at it for about 30 seconds and he told me where it went. My hero. This small crisis put us way behind going to the grocery store. It was 11:30 and I knew Sophie would be way too sleepy to make it through the grocery store without falling apart. I decided that my chances for a successful shopping trip were a lot better if we ate lunch first. There's a small Thai "food court" upstairs at Lotus (grocery store). We ordered Khaw Mon Guy (baked chicken and rice) and Phad Thai (stir fried noodles). We ended up sharing the Khaw Mon Guy as the Phad Thai was inedible for me, full of fatty pork and tiny dried shrimp. Because I generally eat anything, it has to be pretty bad for me to leave a full plate of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to my surprise, Sophie was an angel all through the grocery store. She was quite content, just talking to me the whole time. We were even serenaded by a man from Whales, seriously. He was a character. We got finished in record time but I knew that a good nap would be ruined if Sophie fell asleep in the car. So, there began "Operation Keep Sophie Awake". It wasn't as difficult as it has been on other occasions. I have even resorted to feeding her candy to keep her awake. This time I just talked to her, asking her all kinds of questions. I could tell she was getting sleepy when all of a sudden she just yelled out, "my tummy hurts... I eat too much food around here." Where did that come from? Sophie is a very sweet child but it just seemed that she was especially sweet that day. Or was it just that I was in a good mood, able to appreciate her sweetness? I just couldn't keep my hands and lips off of her. I probably told her I loved her 85x's. She replies with "tank you, mom."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get home, get a nap and all is well. Later that night I made spaghetti and invited a friend over. My friend, Blaa, is Thai and she used to be on staff with our ministry. Now, she has opened a Christian bookstore in the city. She asked if a friend could come with her. The guys were on campus for dinner so, for me, the more girls at my house the merrier. Her friend was a sweet girl from Taiwan. She was a Christian who was here teaching Mandarin at an elementary school. Her name is Wendy and she is very homesick. She just walked into my Blaa's bookstore looking for a friend, for fellowship. I was so glad she came. We ate dinner and talked for while. She told me how she became a Christian 10 years ago. She had been looking for meaning in life, her purpose. She asked her teacher and she gave Wendy an encyclopedia and told her it would have the answers. Sad. One day she went to get a new haircut, hoping it would make her feel better, less depressed. The hairdresser was a Christian and Wendy could tell there was something different about her. Long story short, Wendy heard the gospel and placed her faith in Jesus. I was very encouraged. I hated to cut the conversation short but I needed to give Sophie a bath and get her to bed. You could tell Wendy didn't want to leave. I went upstairs, gave Sophie a bath and then came back downstairs. They were leaving and Wendy asked if we could all pray together. It was precious. Sophie sat in my lap for about 10 mins. while we prayed. I prayed in English, Wendy prayed in Chinese and Blaa prayed in Thai. A beautiful picture of heaven, people from every tongue, tribe and nation gathered around the throne of God. I love that praying is such a normal thing to Sophie already. She would never let us forget to pray before we ate. She's precious. I know all mom's think that about their children so I make no apologies :-). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/Sln0itT45gI/AAAAAAAADQI/F8GfViRB5K0/s1600-h/blaa,+wendy,+sophie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/Sln0itT45gI/AAAAAAAADQI/F8GfViRB5K0/s320/blaa,+wendy,+sophie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357582108849661442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaa, Wendy and Sophie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sweet day with Sophie Mei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-7471455121870185796?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/7471455121870185796/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=7471455121870185796" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/7471455121870185796?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/7471455121870185796?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2009/07/lovely-day-with-sophie-mei.html" title="Lovely Day with Sophie Mei" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15089160186390269534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/Sln0itT45gI/AAAAAAAADQI/F8GfViRB5K0/s72-c/blaa,+wendy,+sophie.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcHSHg4fCp7ImA9WxJVE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-8855626495604344395</id><published>2009-06-29T20:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:33:59.634-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T20:33:59.634-04:00</app:edited><title>Sophie's new video</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="400" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5360304&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5360304&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5360304"&gt;Random Moments&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/marcusjlewis"&gt;marc lewis&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sophie talking, singing, and dancing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-8855626495604344395?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/8855626495604344395/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=8855626495604344395" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/8855626495604344395?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/8855626495604344395?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2009/06/sophies-new-video.html" title="Sophie's new video" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15089160186390269534" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4CQHw-cCp7ImA9WxJVEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-6003424045592128640</id><published>2009-06-27T04:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T05:29:21.258-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-27T05:29:21.258-04:00</app:edited><title>A French Press in Amazing Thailand</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SkXjKzA7H6I/AAAAAAAADHw/8iDNvCi1fEc/s1600-h/IMG_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SkXjKzA7H6I/AAAAAAAADHw/8iDNvCi1fEc/s320/IMG_0769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351933506831982498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week in "Amazing Thailand". This has been a description for Thailand used by the Ministry of Tourism for atleast the last 10 years. Now, its commonly and affectionately used by most Thais and foreigners (that's us) living here. It really is a pretty amazing country. I think our sweet little house guest is loving his visit (Slade would probably prefer not being called "sweet" and "little" but since this is &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;blog I will proceed with overly feminine and maternal language). We love watching someone "fresh" enjoy all the things to look at and observe. The mama and baby cow travelling in the bed of a truck, and another truck loaded down with plastic chairs at least 6 ft. high with a man sitting on top calls out to a newcomer as a great photo-op, but to us feels very normal. The first couple of weeks that we were back felt like a shock to my system- culturally- but its been encouraging that all those things quickly returned to feeling familiar and normal. I'm sitting here on my bed, Sophie napping beside me, with my laptop- everything feels very normal- but then I think, "Wait, I'm in Thailand, on the other side of the globe, and I LIVE here." Strange.....but wonderful. It can only be the Lord to give this kind of peace being so far from home. We were just reminiscing today at lunch. We let ourselves dream sometimes, picturing the beautiful drive to Marc's mom's house in N. Caroline, the geraniums on the square in McDonough. The other day I was watching a video of the procession that took Sgt. Beale's body from the airport to the funeral home. The video took me down all the familiar roads from Fayetteville to McDonough. My heart did ache but still it had peace. Its been neat explaining to Sophie why Daddy and Slade go to "campus" everyday. I want to keep before us all, even Sophie, why we're here. Here's our conversation, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;me: "Sophie where is Daddy and Slade?" &lt;br /&gt;Sophie: "campus" &lt;br /&gt;me:  "Why did they go to campus?"  &lt;br /&gt;Sophie: "tell friends about Jejus."  &lt;br /&gt;me: "what do they tell them about Jesus?"  &lt;br /&gt;Sophie: "Jejus loves them. Jejus died on the cross."  &lt;br /&gt;me: "If they believe in Jesus where can they go?" &lt;br /&gt;Sophie: "heaven". &lt;br /&gt;Marc likes to clarify and keep us on track, "Sophie, who will be in heaven?" Sophie: "Jejus... and P'Honey (one of the staff girls whom she loves.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was going to talk about our week and went off on a tangent instead. Sophie and I have had a few friends over for dinner while the guys were on campus. Marie and her boys came over on Tuesday night and I made spaghetti pie, then on Thursday night we kept little Rae Rae (Moe and Git's daughter) while Moe was in the hospital (he had nose surgery after a minor soccer accident). Sophie had fun playing with Rae, except for the few times that she couldn't quite make herself share her toys. She had to get a little discipline a couple of times but other than that they had fun together. Finally, on Friday night Sophie and I were able to attend our first ministry event on campus. She had a really good time as long as she was stuck to her Daddy's side. That was nice for me too as I was able to get to know a few students. We have a retreat in a couple of weeks that Sophie and I will go on. I'm looking forward to that so that she and I both can spend more time with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last bit of exciting (though insignificant) news from this last week is that I got a french press coffee maker. I've been drinking instant coffee for the last three months and since its already not easy to find a good coffee maker for a decent price, I bit the bullet and bought a french press. I'm still trying to figure out how to make a good cup of coffee with it but I'm hopeful that I can master it and wow my mom and dad with a superb cup of coffee when they come to visit in September. &lt;br /&gt;If there are any french press experts out there, please feel free to instruct me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-6003424045592128640?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/6003424045592128640/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=6003424045592128640" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/6003424045592128640?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/6003424045592128640?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-week-in-amazing-thailand.html" title="A French Press in Amazing Thailand" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15089160186390269534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SkXjKzA7H6I/AAAAAAAADHw/8iDNvCi1fEc/s72-c/IMG_0769.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QEQn47fyp7ImA9WxJWF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-2663347491450197722</id><published>2009-06-22T23:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:01:43.007-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-23T06:01:43.007-04:00</app:edited><title>critters and such</title><content type="html">&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/sherrylew/Misc62309?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXr25SnubHBAQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SkCkNUvsBFE/AAAAAAAAC94/MLaYewbUo38/s160-c/Misc62309.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/sherrylew/Misc62309?authkey=Gv1sRgCIXr25SnubHBAQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Misc. 6.23.09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is seeming to get to a "new normal" for us. Marc has been really busy since the Cross Cultural Project students have been here. We were spoiled having him home everyday when we first got here as everyone was out for summer break and the staff had "down time". Slade Adams is also staying with us this summer and we have loved it, especially Sophie. Every morning she says, "Where Daddy is? Where Slade is?". Then when they leave she always cries and says she wants to go with them. She has even referred to Slade as "my Slade", then she randomly looked at me one day and said, "I'm Slade's baby". Wow, we're going to be a mess when Slade has to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie and I are at home on most days. Its much different than the first time we were here. We have gone on campus a few times to eat with Marc but there's really not much opportunity for us to get around the students right now. We have three Thai staff women who are on campus everyday and I look forward to opening my home for them to bring some of the students they are ministering to. I love being at home with Sophie, she is growing so fast. She's talking a lot. She LOVES puzzles and painting. We have a little fish pond in front of our house and she always wants to go "catch the fish". We have a net and she splashes around in the water quite often, poor fish. I'm so thankful for the house that the Lord has provided, it is quickly becoming our home away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've had to get reacquainted with is the abundance of "critters" that are inevitably going to find their way into your home. Ants in abundance, ginkgoes (aka. geckos), tuk-kae (lizard a little larger than a gecko), frogs, spiders, mosquitoes, roaches and occasionally snakes. I will be sure to include a picture of most of these as they have been much obliged to pose for my camera. The most disconcerting visit we had was from a friendly garden snake. Sophie and I were sitting in the living room, I was reading as she was playing. She started to walk into the dining room and I heard her say, "What's him doing?" "What's who doing???!!", was my response as I sprung from my chair. And sure enough, there's a little green snake slithering across the floor. Now, I'm not particularly scared of snakes, I kind of like them. But there's something about one crawling into your house that is quite unnerving. I scooped Sophie up and we ran upstairs to get Marc. He was able to catch it and dispose of it. Initially, I wasn't going to offer this information to my mom as I didn't want her to worry but she recently told me that she and my dad had a 5' king snake in the house, wrapped around the base of my dad's recliner. So, I figured this little garden snake would be nothing to her :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other exciting thing that has happened around the Lewis house is that Sophie was able to feed a baby elephant on the side of the road. It is very common to see a man walking an elephant down the street trying to make money. He sells small bags of sugar cane or bananas (20 baht a bag) for you to feed his elephant. Sophie (and Slade) were very happy to give the baby his breakfast. She hopes to see a mama elephant sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might try to take a power nap now as the princess is sure to wake up from hers any minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;br /&gt;Sherry, for the Lewis'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-2663347491450197722?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/2663347491450197722/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=2663347491450197722" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/2663347491450197722?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/2663347491450197722?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-seeming-to-get-to-new-normal.html" title="critters and such" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15089160186390269534" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4NRHw7eyp7ImA9WxJXFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-8939056852040102794</id><published>2009-05-17T05:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:09:55.203-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-10T10:09:55.203-04:00</app:edited><title>Long Time, No Blog</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/Si--qhufhfI/AAAAAAAAC3o/hqupXoJp08A/s1600-h/n538206226_2075660_1289088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/Si--qhufhfI/AAAAAAAAC3o/hqupXoJp08A/s320/n538206226_2075660_1289088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345700920529225202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if anyone ever looks at our blog anymore but I think I'm ready to use it again. Yay!!!! Next week marks our 3 month anniversary of being back in Khon Kaen, Thailand. Originally, I named this blog "Sweet Journey" referring to our long, but sweet, journey to our first child, Sophie Mei. Now, I would like to keep the title but have it represent our family's daily "sweet journey" with Jesus as we live a relatively normal life as Americans in northeastern Thailand. I would love all you precious people that we love so much to occasionally see and hear what's going on in our daily lives. Marc has a blog where he keeps everyone updated with the ministry on the college campus, this blog will be more about our life at home, where Sophie and I spend most of our time. So, stay tuned and I'll try to come up with everyday musings to keep you involved in our lives. We love ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-8939056852040102794?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/8939056852040102794/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=8939056852040102794" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/8939056852040102794?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/8939056852040102794?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-time-no-blog.html" title="Long Time, No Blog" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15089160186390269534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/Si--qhufhfI/AAAAAAAAC3o/hqupXoJp08A/s72-c/n538206226_2075660_1289088.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUESXcyeSp7ImA9WxVRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-7638927689635091569</id><published>2009-01-19T23:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:53:28.991-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-19T23:53:28.991-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="January 19" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sophie" /><title>Two Years Old</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JN8qbgo-xrg/SXVXpcHLNtI/AAAAAAAAJbE/3sZIkcrZeII/s1600-h/IMG_9113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JN8qbgo-xrg/SXVXpcHLNtI/AAAAAAAAJbE/3sZIkcrZeII/s400/IMG_9113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293233306476426962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JN8qbgo-xrg/SXVXhsxFSXI/AAAAAAAAJa8/Lqod-qV3fD0/s1600-h/IMG_9110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JN8qbgo-xrg/SXVXhsxFSXI/AAAAAAAAJa8/Lqod-qV3fD0/s400/IMG_9110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293233173508213106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Sophie's 2nd birthday! We had a great time with some of her friends on Saturday at her anut Cindy Sullivan's house. We are blessed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-7638927689635091569?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/7638927689635091569/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=7638927689635091569" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/7638927689635091569?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/7638927689635091569?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-years-old.html" title="Two Years Old" /><author><name>Marc Lewis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05062757688836768996" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JN8qbgo-xrg/SXVXpcHLNtI/AAAAAAAAJbE/3sZIkcrZeII/s72-c/IMG_9113.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YHR304fSp7ImA9WxVTFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-8301908735092801332</id><published>2008-12-27T23:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:32:16.335-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-28T23:32:16.335-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="atlata zoo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gorilla passing gas" /><title>4 videos of gorillas, tricks, hip-hop and santa...with Sophie</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atlanta Zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day at the zoo this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING--Sophie shows some aggression in this one...and a gorilla passes gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qOP_g37FhSk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qOP_g37FhSk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skilz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just having some fun at home on Thanksgiving night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-qiPIA8TUrY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-qiPIA8TUrY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie Dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with the family one night turned into a dance party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pRz_zYPaiVA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pRz_zYPaiVA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when Sophie sees or hears about Santa she says, "scared".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nUh-94NW4NY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nUh-94NW4NY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-8301908735092801332?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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We hope you have had a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lS_EqKwo2X0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lS_EqKwo2X0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-8092736105365168018?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/8092736105365168018/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cCQXk9eyp7ImA9WxRbGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-8880323993578312835</id><published>2008-12-09T22:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:17:40.763-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T22:17:40.763-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Scott England" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Leeland" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="after edmund" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sophie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2008" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year in Review" /><title>Sophie Mei 2008 in Review</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQtKE42M9yo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEEQX85fCp7ImA9WxRbGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-2403328890893968077</id><published>2008-12-07T11:33:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:43:20.124-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T17:43:20.124-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Billy Graham" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="evangelism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption" /><title>We are on the Billy Graham Christmas Special</title><content type="html">We were asked in August by the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association to be part of their Christmas special that they do each year. We said yes with a big smile. From the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; we have asked God to bring many people to Himself through this adoption and our daughter as we point to Jesus. The special has already aired in Atlanta but will air in other GA cities and all over the USA this week and month. &lt;a href="http://www.billygraham.org/TV_Index.asp?r=2#TVListings"&gt;You can check here for local listings.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They mention our story, show a small clip and point you to their web-site where there is a web-exclusive video of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.billygraham.org/mediaplayer.asp?l=http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1137883267/bclid1151560148/bctid3820036001"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Web-exclusive.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashObj" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=" src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/1137883230" width="486" height="412" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-07T15:58:31.259-05:00</app:edited><title>Pictures</title><content type="html">These are the pictures we wanted on the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marcusjlewis/NewAlbum11708346PM?pli=1#"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JN8qbgo-xrg/SRSpgbSwnzE/AAAAAAAAI94/vOzAdjCoaLc/s160-c/NewAlbum11708346PM.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marcusjlewis/NewAlbum11708346PM?pli=1#" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;New Album 11/7/08 3:46 PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on the picture to see the album&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-8186881147186171209?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/8186881147186171209/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=8186881147186171209" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/8186881147186171209?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/8186881147186171209?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures.html" title="Pictures" /><author><name>Marc Lewis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05062757688836768996" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYNSXc_fCp7ImA9WxRWFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-6092658633562441370</id><published>2008-11-02T08:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:39:58.944-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-02T08:39:58.944-05:00</app:edited><title>Two months in review</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SQ2tmheDy9I/AAAAAAAAB9M/1hCDhyHFvls/s1600-h/IMG_6161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SQ2tmheDy9I/AAAAAAAAB9M/1hCDhyHFvls/s320/IMG_6161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264054416797060050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its Sunday morning, the time has "fallen back", and Sophie is busy watching Curious George, so I actually have a minute to blog. The days are getting fuller and fuller as we get closer to leaving for Thailand. We did go on a family vacation in September and Sophie had a wonderful time. Most of you saw the pictures on facebook but I'll add a few here. We were at St. George Island with my (Sherry's) family, 13 people in one house. It was a huge house so it was wonderful. Sophie was very hesitant of the beach for the first 10-15 minutes but she loved it.  For a whole week afterward she was saying, "Daddy, beach", "Gigi, beach". If someone wasn't around she assumed they were at the beach. By the way, she calls my mom Gigi, short for Grammy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie is now 21 months old. She is finally wearing 18 month clothes, she's growing alot. She's also saying a lot more. Its very hard to believe that this week it will have been a whole year since the first time we saw her face. Its strange because in one way the time has flown by but in another, its difficult to remember life before her. It makes me a little sad to look at those first pictures now because when I think about the day the picture was taken, the reality that I wasn't the one who picked out her outfit, or fed her breakfast, or the one who was there trying to get her to laugh and smile for the camera, kind of hurts my heart. Strange but wonderful. Wonderful because its the way that God ordered it, "all the days ordained for me were written in His book before one of them came to be." Ps. 139. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, Sophie is wildly, madly, obsessively in love with Elmo. How does that happen? :-) We tried so hard to limit her t.v. but she saw him a couple of times on Sesame Street and now she can't stop talking about him. At first I thought it was cute that she recognized him and would request him, so I bought an Elmo DVD but now as soon as her eyes open in the morning she is chanting, "Elmo, Elmo, Elmo, Elmo, Elmo, Elmo" I'm not exaggerating, she would say it 25 times if I didn't get in her face and explicitly explain either, "ok, right after breakfast" or "no, not right now." or "ok, be patient, mommy's trying to work the dvd player." Most any response besides "ok", elicits a very dramatic whiney cry. Wow, our little spicey girl is going to keep us on our toes. :-}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-6092658633562441370?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/6092658633562441370/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=6092658633562441370" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/6092658633562441370?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/6092658633562441370?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-months-in-review.html" title="Two months in review" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15089160186390269534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-PVN1oU_zGw/SQ2tmheDy9I/AAAAAAAAB9M/1hCDhyHFvls/s72-c/IMG_6161.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQDSHc7eyp7ImA9WxRTEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-6336973909723984399</id><published>2008-09-01T14:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:22:59.903-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-01T14:22:59.903-04:00</app:edited><title>Fesival of Light 2008</title><content type="html">&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marcusjlewis/FestivalOfLight"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/marcusjlewis/SLwplCgYeNE/AAAAAAAAFyo/_n1ox5NSaNc/s160-c/FestivalOfLight.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marcusjlewis/FestivalOfLight" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Festival of Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on the picture of Sophie to see more pictures from the festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our fourth year having the Festival of Light at Salem. It is a great time to relax with your family, play games, eat and watch fireworks. Our pastor Rick Statham shares the gospel in a creative way each year. This year he rode around in a golf cart with a present on the back of it. Many asked what the present was and inquired about it, but only one girl asked if she could have it. When the sun went down and the night began that little girl received the real gift...the golf cart! Rick used this to talk through the free gift of salvation through Jesus that leads us to and will keep us with God forever! Choose Christ! Don't just inquire. Sophie had a great time and loved the fireworks...so did I. We will miss this in the years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-6336973909723984399?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/6336973909723984399/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=6336973909723984399" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/6336973909723984399?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/6336973909723984399?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2008/09/fesival-of-light-2008.html" title="Fesival of Light 2008" /><author><name>Marc Lewis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05062757688836768996" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EFR3g6cSp7ImA9WxRTEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-2987029733569413886</id><published>2008-08-30T14:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:20:16.619-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-01T08:20:16.619-04:00</app:edited><title>Going to Zoo Atlanta</title><content type="html">&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marcusjlewis/AtlantaZoo2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/marcusjlewis/SLoM5nSElIE/AAAAAAAAFkk/fOBv1Z99AkM/s160-c/AtlantaZoo2.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marcusjlewis/AtlantaZoo2" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Atlanta Zoo 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; click on the picture to see more pictures of us at the zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our blogging has become more and more infrequent. Life has become a lot more "normal" and the days keep passing much too quickly. We have had a great summer that has been relatively uneventful. Sophie is really growing these days and has almost reached 20 lbs.!!!! She had her 18 month check-up a couple of weeks ago and she is in the 1 percentile for weight and 11 percentile for height,of course this is American standards. Though, by Chinese standards she's still below average. But the dr. said that she is gaining weight at a good rate and that I have nothing to worry about, she'll just be a petite little girl. She's babbling a good amount now, she can repeat just about anything we say and has a 20+ word vocabulary. She's very entertaining and absolutely full of personality. We have lots of fun. We will leave for a beach vacation in 2 weeks and will be there with my (Sherry) family. We are very excited about this trip, I can't wait to see how she responds to the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the zoo this last Thursday and had a lovely day. The weather was perfect and the crowd was very small. I had not been to the zoo in years and loved it. Sophie had lots of fun too. She loves making monkey/ gorilla sounds and was fascinated to watch them LIVE in front of her. Lots of the animals were out enjoying the weather so we were able to see them with no problem. We were enjoying looking at the larger than life elephant who was front and center in her exhibit area. She seemed to be enjoying the small crowd that had gathered to watch her drink muddy water with that amazing trunk, when she very smoothly turned completely around, with her rear toward us, and began relieving herself in every way imaginable. Well, I quickly turned the stroller and started rolling away, along with a few other women, and soon it was only men standing there mesmerized. Why? It was quite comical. A handful of men who were strangers suddenly had something to knock elbows and make obnoxious comments about. It could have been an illustration out of "Men are from Mars, Women are from Heaven"... I mean Venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we are just enjoying time with our families and trying to prepare some logisitics for our move to Thailand. I will be having a yard sale next Saturday to begin down-sizing some of the things we've acquired over the last few years. I'm always challenged in the area of being proactive, this is not a strength of mine but I'm trying. God has been so faithful to provide as we raise our financial support. We still have about 11% more to raise but have been very encouraged by the progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your continued interest in our lives. We will have lots to post over the next few months as we near our move to Thailand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/8582003280397844128-2987029733569413886?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/2987029733569413886/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=2987029733569413886" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/2987029733569413886?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/2987029733569413886?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-our-blogging-has-become-more-and.html" title="Going to Zoo Atlanta" /><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06386418162019426199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15089160186390269534" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IHRno5eCp7ImA9WxdWGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582003280397844128.post-6773234334886452545</id><published>2008-07-12T00:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:05:37.420-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-12T00:05:37.420-04:00</app:edited><title>Picture Review of the Past 7 Months</title><content type="html">&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marcusjlewis/SevenMonthsAlready"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/marcusjlewis/SHgTvrXtfWE/AAAAAAAAFZE/mHfpukLrE94/s160-c/SevenMonthsAlready.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/marcusjlewis/SevenMonthsAlready" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;seven months already!?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;click on the picture to see more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582003280397844128-6773234334886452545?l=sherrylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/feeds/6773234334886452545/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582003280397844128&amp;postID=6773234334886452545" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/6773234334886452545?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582003280397844128/posts/default/6773234334886452545?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sherrylew.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture-review-of-past-7-months.html" title="Picture Review of the Past 7 Months" /><author><name>Marc Lewis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05062757688836768996" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry></feed>
