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It has been a Wednesday full of rainfall and we are thankful!&amp;nbsp; I have been going to Grief Share for the past two weeks which are on Wednesday nights, but I didn't go tonight because we had to put Hank in the crate due to the rain, and I wasn't sure if Garrett would be coming home directly from basketball.&amp;nbsp; I meant to go, but after getting home, I didn't want to get out again and drive to Fort Worth.&amp;nbsp; I have found that Grief Share has been very helpful and the facilitators at Christ Church are just wonderful people.&amp;nbsp; This program is a video series that walks you through all of the steps of grief.&amp;nbsp; I have learned simple things such as it takes six to nine months to accept the fact that your loved one is gone and they are not coming back.&amp;nbsp; I still have a ways to ago as I find myself shaking my head thinking this can't be true.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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A lot of things don't feel true.&amp;nbsp; I was sharing today with my friend that it has been hard to accept the fact that I am leaving my job at First Baptist and when I was typing up my job description to put into the worship folder, it made my stomach turn.&amp;nbsp; Without a doubt I know I have been guided to do this, but it doesn't make it any easier as I truly love all of the staff that I work with every single day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Elizabeth came home last night for Garrett's game and it was so good to see her.&amp;nbsp; She is loving her new apartment and I think her place will be the place to get away.&amp;nbsp; As I am typing this I just got a text from her, "I got a DVR!! Yuh!!!! And I have the sweetest room ever." She is has a great closet too!&amp;nbsp; Love you Sissy-girl!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I have missed journaling and would like to be more disciplined, but the rhythm of my house is much different now.&amp;nbsp; I use to spend a lot of time on this couch as Pat sat in his chair, and I don't do much sitting now.&amp;nbsp; As I sit now, Garrett is watching Alaska State Trooper while chasing Hank around and Cash is trying to get right in the middle of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My sweet little birdy, Elizabeth, flew the nest this weekend and I am excited for her.&amp;nbsp; After she graduated from college in August of 2010, she was only going to make a short stop at home and then begin her new life, but there was another plan.&amp;nbsp; She put her dreams on hold to take care of her family.&amp;nbsp; Here is a picture of moving day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Still more change. I will be leaving my job at First Baptist as I resigned Thursday afternoon in order to run the window business full time. This possibility was lurking, but God showed me clearly on Thursday that it was time.&amp;nbsp; I have been reading Priscilla Shirer's new book, Resolution.&amp;nbsp; She was talking about timing and referring to Haggai, Chapter 1.&amp;nbsp; "Now was the season to focus on the house of God, to pare down their list and concentrate primarily on what God was telling them to do today. So, yes, it meant that something which brought them pleasure would need to be put on the shelf for now, but certainly not forever.&amp;nbsp; They were to focus on today's task, pushing others to the side temporarily, while being assured that the time would come for them to prioritize another thing later on.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes this realization can be a hard one. As you're able to determine what your current priorities should be, and as you're obedient in setting other things aside for the time being, don't fret that you'll never again have the opportunity to spend time pursuing them.&amp;nbsp; The next years, perhaps even the next few months, will bring with them a recalibration of what's most pressing and important.&amp;nbsp; Then some of these activities that you're needed to shutter for a time may be ready again to emerge into active duty."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;She was referencing all of the above to the book of Haggai, chapters 1 &amp;amp; 2.&amp;nbsp; So, I thought I would turn to these chapters.&amp;nbsp; I read these chapters on December 20th.&amp;nbsp; Chapter 2, verse 4, "Be strong all you people still left in the land.&amp;nbsp; And now get to work, for I am with you says the Lord of Heaven's Armies. My Spirit remains strong among you, just as I promised when you came out of Egypt. So do not be afraid." &amp;nbsp; vs. 19: "I am giving you a promise now while the seed is still in the barn. You have not yet harvested your grain, and your grapevines, fig trees, pomegranates, and olive trees have not yet produced their crops. But from this day onward I will bless you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I immediately knew. The focus now is on our window business, but my pleasure has been working at FBC.&amp;nbsp; A place that has carried me and a place that I can now heal.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't ready to make any kind of decision about leaving, but God showed me very clearly to make this pressing and important decision. So, I am now trusting God to go before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I have missed journaling nightly and missing my connection with you.&amp;nbsp; We are doing pretty good, and I believe that we are doing much better than we thought we would.&amp;nbsp; I do know that I am missing Pat more and more and when those waves of grief come, they hurt.&amp;nbsp; I just want to touch him and squeeze his precious face.&amp;nbsp; I am attending Grief Share each week and look forward to the healing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Working at the church and learning more about the window business is keeping me busy as well as watching Garrett play some great basketball.&amp;nbsp; District games started Tuesday and we had a tough loss by three points, but it was exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday morning, I was asked to give a short testimony in our church services on what Life Group means to me and my family.&amp;nbsp; If you have followed us very long, you know how much Pat and I love our Life Group. Our walk has been precious with these friends&amp;nbsp; and their faithfulness to our family has been a testament in itself. It would have truly been a lonely road without them these past 15 months and I am still clinging to them as we move forward with life without Pat.&amp;nbsp; We love you, David &amp;amp; Tracie, Andy &amp;amp; Brenda, Greg &amp;amp; Alison, John &amp;amp; Jennifer, Jeff &amp;amp; Kelli, Troy &amp;amp; Lisa and Craig.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I survived a week of my new routine and it wasn't too bad.&amp;nbsp; People have 
always said that grief comes in waves and it does.&amp;nbsp; Just a thought, a 
picture or a memory brings a huge heartache when you least expect it. 
This afternoon I was looking in my messy desk at work and there was a 
note from Pat that he had placed on my desk very early one morning just 
after he had his Wednesday Bible study.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It read, "Have a blessed day!&amp;nbsp;
 &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;!!&amp;nbsp; What a God hug! &lt;br /&gt;
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Christmas Eve night we spent it with Pat's family.&amp;nbsp; Pat's brother, 
Richard, and his wife, Becky, gave me a calendar of the Psalms as a 
gift.&amp;nbsp; I opened it and I automatically flipped over to April, the month 
of my birthday, and the photo at the top was covered in purple. My 
thought was, "wow, Lord...thank you!"&amp;nbsp; We miss Pat terribly and it is 
still so hard to believe that he is gone.&amp;nbsp; But, these little gifts from 
above remind us that God loves us and He cares about us. I still keep 
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Tonight my mom, Pat, is in the hospital in Ardmore, Oklahoma with blood 
clots in her leg and both of her lungs.&amp;nbsp; I ask that you please pray for 
the clots to dissolve and that they will not be a continual problem.&amp;nbsp; It
 is hard being here and not with her tonight.&amp;nbsp; I love you, Mom!&lt;br /&gt;
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Hank, Garrett's new boxer, now nine weeks old, is keeping us all on our 
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new responsibilities at the church, new computer at the church, leaving 
new puppy at home, and the saddest of all was coming home from work and 
Pat wasn't home waiting for me.  I was glad to see all my friends today.
  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;
Today Matt had a CAT scan on his neck due to his neck pain. We think it 
triggers his migraines.  I just wanted to have him checked out and his 
results were what we knew and that is that his  neck that curves the 
wrong way.  Please keep him in your prayers as it is painful and 
frustrating.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;
Did I share with you my special Christmas present from my kids?  They 
gave me a necklace with Pat's thumb print.  On the back they had 
engraved "I love you Mom" -Dad xoxo. It is so precious to me and I wear 
it often. If you see me, I would like to show it off, so ask to see my 
necklace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am so proud of my kids and thankful we are all home together!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;
Blessings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;
Paige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Xoxo            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077599300968826318-7284439510204859557?l=paigespetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paigespetals.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-work-for-paige.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige's Petals)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077599300968826318.post-5430848195976534141</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-31T10:21:17.322-06:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday Pat!</title><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;December 31st....the end of 2011, the last day of my Jesus Calling 
devotional, the last day of my devotional, Streams in the Desert, and 
the last day of the scripture in my 365 day Bible.&amp;nbsp; Just this week I 
wrote in the last page of my journal that I began in August of this 
year. &lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;br /&gt;
 
As I finished reading the last chapter of my Bible, Revelations this 
morning, I came upon my summary of the year which I wrote on the blank 
page beside the scripture. This is what I read: &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;br /&gt;
 
2008:&amp;nbsp; What a year 2008 was.&amp;nbsp; Lord, it was hard, but you changed us.&amp;nbsp; 
Pat's cancer was a gift although a difficult journey! May we grow closer
 to you even more in 2009.&amp;nbsp; Your presence has been felt and your 
blessings abundant. Thank you for enriching my faith and blessing me by 
knowing you better.&amp;nbsp; Teach me more, Lord. Teach me to trust you more!&amp;nbsp; I
 love you.&amp;nbsp; John 13:7 &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;br /&gt;
 
2009:&amp;nbsp; Pat resigned from Kinro on a leap of faith just after you placed 
me at FBC after 16 years of being a SAHM (stay at home mom).&amp;nbsp; You taught
 us how to trust and extend our faith.&amp;nbsp; We opened Clear Choice, a huge 
puzzle piece coming together. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;br /&gt;
 
2010:&amp;nbsp; A year of surprise and change. Clear Choice one year old. Pat 
diagnosed with pancreatic cancer stage IV.&amp;nbsp; A life that now causes to 
see what we can't so we see you Father.&amp;nbsp; Living on faith. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;br /&gt;
 
So, this is what I added for 2011:&amp;nbsp; A year that unfolded with God's 
grace, faithfulness, goodness and provisions. A year I saw my husband 
fight with everything he had until November 26th and you took him home 
and said "Well done my good and faithful servant".&amp;nbsp; I trust you even 
more now as face a year of unknown.&amp;nbsp; But, I love you, trust you and 
surrender it all to you. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;br /&gt;
 
On August 25th I opened my bright yellow journal covered in purple, 
green and pink flowers and made my first entry..."Fresh book, fresh 
page, fresh new day. I have so much to praise you for. You are 
everything to me and I am devoted and desire to surrender all of me. I 
just think of what these pages will hold in the next months. We will see
 a lot of you, Lord! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;br /&gt;
 
On December 20th, I opened my journal and had only one page left to 
write in. It had been four months of prayer and life written on those 
yellow pages.&amp;nbsp; I started to cry as I knew that when I wrote in that last
 page and closed the journal, my new journal will not have my Pat within
 it's pages.&amp;nbsp; As I looked at that blank page, I was thinking what would 
the Lord have me to write.&amp;nbsp; I started reading my Bible and devotionals 
to find out.&amp;nbsp; He led me to Haggai 1:1 - 2:23.&amp;nbsp; This is what I read and 
wrote in my journal on the 20th: "I am with you says the Lord. vs 2:4&amp;nbsp; 
Be strong all you people still left in the land. Now get to work for I 
am with you says the Lord of Heaven's armies. My spirit remains among 
you, just as I promised when you came out of Egypt. So do not be afraid.
 The future glory of this Temple will be greater than it's past glory. 
And in this place I will bring peace.&amp;nbsp; I the Lord of Heaven's Armies, 
has spoken.&amp;nbsp; Haggai 2:19, "I am giving you a promise now while the seed 
is still in the barn. You have not yet harvested your grain, and your 
grapevines, fig trees, pomegranates and olive trees have not yet 
produced their crops. But from this day onward I will bless you." The 
last sentence was written up the side of my page.&amp;nbsp; Through my tears I 
sat in awe of these intimate words.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;br /&gt;
 
I was instantly reminded of Exodus 14:13 (Don't be afraid. Just stand 
still and watch the Lord rescue you today. The Egyptians you see today 
will never be seen again. The Lord himself will fight for you. Just stay
 calm.) that he gave me on October 5, 2010 and the verse Habakkuk 3:17 
that the Lord had given me months ago that covered me with His peace.&amp;nbsp; 
Fast forward to my daily reading on December 25th.&amp;nbsp; Zechariah 8:11, "For
 I am planting seeds of peace and prosperity among you. The grapevines 
will be heavy with fruit. The earth will produce its crops, and the 
heavens will release the dew."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;br /&gt;
 
This was a lot to absorb in one week.&amp;nbsp; I felt His Words were for me.&amp;nbsp; I 
always question myself? Who am I that the Lord would speak to me? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;br /&gt;
 On 
December 29th I read the following from my Streams in the Desert:&amp;nbsp; "We 
need to have appropriating faith when it comes to God's promises and 
should make His Word our own personal possession. A child was once asked
 what appropriating faith was, and he answered, "It is taking a pencil 
and underlining every 'me', 'my' and 'mine' in the Bible."&amp;nbsp; Pick any 
word you want that He has spoken and say, 'That word is my word.' Put 
your finger on a promise and say, 'It is mine.'&amp;nbsp; The last sentence was, 
"When faith goes to the market, it always takes a basket." &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;br /&gt;
 
Happy Birthday my sweet Pat!&amp;nbsp; I am hoping you are enjoying some fabulous
 chocolate pie....your favorite!&amp;nbsp; I know that all things in Heaven are 
beyond anything I could ever imagine....save me a place right beside 
you." &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;br /&gt;
 
Happy New Year! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 
xoxo &lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;br /&gt;
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 in the days to come.&amp;nbsp; I will put a link on CB for awhile in case you 
want to catch up with us.&amp;nbsp; I have been blessed by you more than you will
 ever know. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/34236360"&gt;Pat Easterling's Celebration of Life&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user9782660"&gt;Paige Easterling&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077599300968826318-7545124701601478838?l=paigespetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paigespetals.blogspot.com/2011/12/pats-celebration-of-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige's Petals)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077599300968826318.post-7672511344823977346</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 05:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-26T22:06:56.851-06:00</atom:updated><title>From Matt</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
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I can't thank my friends and family enough! It has been one month today 
that my dad went to be with the Lord at 6:39pm. To be honest this month 
in my head has been a living nightmare without my old man around. But 
when all of these thoughts of my dad randomly pop in my head, I can't 
help but think of what comfort God has given me. He hasn't just dumped 
all of the grief on me at once, but instead he's given me no more then I
 can bare. People have asked how I've been since all of this and I 
haven't really shared my true answer because it's very hard to not get 
emotional....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When God told me to get up on stage at dad's funeral, I didn't think I 
could do it. I prayed and prayed for comfort through this entire 
journey. And when I got up there I received it. It was as if when I was 
up there I had someone pointing out who to look at. The only people I 
could see we're people who have mentored me in my walk with Christ. That
 is when I knew I wasn't alone! People say Dad is watching over me, but 
honestly I believe he can see me but I also believe he is having to much
 fun in heaven to care as much as he did while he was here on earth. I 
struggle the most when I think I can call dad just to ask for some 
advice or share something really cool. God can I just at least send a 
text message to him? Lol. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To everyone who has walked this journey with my family and I, THANK YOU!
 Please continue to be by our sides! But to those watching this journey 
and seen the man my dad was, I ask that you just please give Jesus 
Christ a chance to be your Savior  as my dad did. An intimate 
relationship with him will amaze you!! As the Bible says in Revelations 
3:20 "Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice
 and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they 
with me." Jesus is at the door of your heart and is waiting on you to 
open the door and experience a relationship with him! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I pray God has blessed y'all with a good Christmas and Happy New Year! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Matt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077599300968826318-7672511344823977346?l=paigespetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paigespetals.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-matt_25.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige's Petals)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCq7T_OlybE/TvlEQ-S56eI/AAAAAAAAI04/MPs4jiZmauI/s72-c/IMG_0865.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077599300968826318.post-7097178007747192497</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2011 15:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-26T21:56:22.953-06:00</atom:updated><title>You Are Not Reading This By Accident</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
You're Not Reading This by Accident&lt;br /&gt;
by Rick Warren&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“By entering through faith into what God has always wanted to do for 
us—set us right with him, make us fit for him—we have it all together 
with God because of our Master Jesus.” (Romans 5:1 MSG)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You’re not reading this by accident. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, God knew before you were born that you would be here in this moment.
 He planned to get your attention for just a few seconds so he could say
 this to you: “I’ve seen every hurt in your life, and I’ve never stopped
 loving you. You matter to me. I love you more than you will ever know. I
 made you to love you, and I’ve been waiting for you to love me back.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
God is saying, “I want the rest of your life to be the best of your 
life. I’m with you, and I’m for you. I want to save you from your past. I
 want to save you for the purpose for which I made you. And I want to 
save you by my grace. If you’ll let me do that, I will give you peace 
with me, peace of me, and peace with other people. But you have to open 
the door and receive the Christmas gift.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you gave me a Christmas gift and I never opened it, you would be 
disappointed. And it would be a worthless gift, because I don’t receive 
the benefit of a gift I never opened. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jesus Christ is God’s Christmas gift to you. Yet some of us have gone 
Christmas after Christmas and never opened the best gift of all: God’s 
gift of salvation. Why even celebrate Christmas if you’re not going to 
open the biggest gift? It doesn’t make sense to leave unwrapped the gift
 of your past forgiven, a purpose for living, and a home in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jesus Christ says to you, “I can replace the frustration in your heart 
with peace. I can replace the guilt, resentment, shame, and grudges with
 forgiveness. I can replace the worry and anxiety with confidence and 
faith.  I can replace depression or despair with hope. I can replace 
emptiness with meaning and purpose. I can replace confusion with 
clarity. But I’m not going to break down the door of your heart. You 
have to invite me in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It makes no difference who you are or where you’re from. If you want me and you are ready to do as I say, the door is open.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It doesn’t matter what your religious background is – Catholic, 
Protestant, Jewish, Muslim, Mormon, Buddhist, Baptist, Hindu, or no 
religion. This is not about religion. God didn’t send Jesus to give you 
religion. He sent him so you could have a personal relationship with 
God. It’s all about relationship. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Below is a prayer I prayed years ago when I stepped across the line and 
became a friend of God’s. It’s a pretty simple prayer. If these words 
express the desire in your heart, read them as if you are talking to 
God. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
       Dear God, I’m scared, but I want to get to know you. I don’t 
understand it all, but I thank you that you love me. I thank you that 
you were with me even when I didn’t recognize it. I thank you that you 
are for me, that you didn’t send Jesus to condemn me but to save me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I admit I never even realized I needed a Savior, but today I want to 
receive the Christmas gift of your Son. I ask you to save me from my 
past, my regrets, my mistakes, my sins, my habits, my hurts, and my 
hang-ups. Save me from myself. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I ask you to save me for your purpose. I want to know why you put me on 
this planet. And I want to fulfill what you made me to do. I want to 
learn to love you and trust you and have a relationship with you. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I need peace with you, God, and I need you to put your peace in my 
heart. I need you to take away the stress and fill me with your love. 
Help me be a peacemaker and help others find peace with you and each 
other. In your name I pray, amen. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(from Purpose Driven Life Devotional)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Merry Christmas!  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love and miss you, Dad&lt;br /&gt;
Xoxo            &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb282/Paigeme590/Signature-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077599300968826318-7097178007747192497?l=paigespetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paigespetals.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-are-not-reading-this-by-accident.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige's Petals)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077599300968826318.post-1923798628242954601</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2011 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-26T21:58:14.792-06:00</atom:updated><title>Christmas Eve Gift!</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
Christmas Eve Gift! My grandmother McNatt made sure she said it first 
each Christmas Eve. Now my cousins and I try to say it first. I beat 
them all this year...Tanya and David, haven't heard from you!  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We had a good time at Kelly and Brian's. We had great laughs playing Catch Phrase late last night. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hank is adjusting pretty well. Garrett says he is exhausted!! Kelly has two boxers, so that was fun to watch them interact.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We are headed to the Easterling Christmas now and will be there by dinner. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We are missing dad. I keep thinking he is in the other room. We love you and miss you.            &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb282/Paigeme590/Signature-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077599300968826318-1923798628242954601?l=paigespetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paigespetals.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-gift.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige's Petals)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077599300968826318.post-4605382376826918629</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 01:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-26T21:59:44.978-06:00</atom:updated><title>Headed to Oklahoma</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
We four are on the road headed to Oklahoma to spend a couple of days 
with my sis and family. The car is packed to the roof.  Thank you to my 
house sitter and Cash sitter.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We have a new addition to the family and that is Hank.  Hank is 
Garrett's new boxer that his sweet, maybe crazy, mom gave him for 
Christmas.  He is going to be spoiled rotten. Cash is still checking him
 out and Loco loves his new pal. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love, love, love my Christmas cards and get so excited when I get 
them. Your sympathy cards have touched me and have been such an 
encouragement.  Thank you.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What a birthday party they must have on the 25th in celebrating Jesus' 
birth. I wonder if Pat gets a party favor for his first party? Wow!  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Missing you my big guy!  &lt;br /&gt;
Hugs!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb282/Paigeme590/Signature-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077599300968826318-4605382376826918629?l=paigespetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paigespetals.blogspot.com/2011/12/headed-to-oklahoma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige's Petals)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077599300968826318.post-3841043137771843025</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-26T22:10:31.781-06:00</atom:updated><title>Pat's CaringBridge Post on February 17, 2011</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wanted to hear from Pat this morning and I did in his CB post dated 
February 17, 2011.  I thought you would too.  Oh, the first part is 
mushy, but I need that right now. What a reminder of what we had 
together and what his family and friends meant to him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My prayer for you is that you be reminded today how precious life is, 
but most of all how life is so much sweeter when you know Jesus Christ 
as your Savior!  Do you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pat  February 17, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Howdy! Ya, it's me...... She has finally got me to write. I gotta tell 
ya though, it's hard to do. I have to be focused in the evening, when in
 the evening my mind is mush! I don't know how she does it every night. 
Oh, wait a minute! Yes I do! I am married to the most remarkable woman 
in the world! She can do anything! I got to be honest though. When I 
married her in 1984, I had no ideal what I was in for. I not only have 3
 of the greatest kids but more importantly she introduced me to my Lord 
and Savior. I owe her everything. She has loved me through some of the 
best days and some of the worst days. I did not deserve her then and I 
do not deserve her now. She is my best friend and I love her with all my
 heart. In 2008, when I was battling my first bout with cancer, I had to
 spend 2 weeks in the hospital. When I closed my eyes to go to sleep, 
she was the last thing I saw and when I woke up, she was the first thing
 I saw. It was for the entire two weeks, she never left my side. This 
thing we are going through now, there have been days when I am miserable
 and very agitated. She's always there for me. I have expressed that due
 to financial reasons, she may not be able to go to Tulsa with me when I
 go for treatment every time. Well, you can imagine the response. I can 
tell you, other than Christ, I never knew you could love someone more 
than the day before but you can. Paige, I love you and cannot imagine my
 life without you. Thank you for tolerating me........ I'm sorry for the
 length of this but I've had nothing to say until now.........As for my L
 D Bell classmates, it so good to hear from you. You all mean so much 
and I do hope we can have another get together soon. Phil, thank you for
 the 8th grade basketball DVD. Great memories! I do hope there are more.
 I did hear from my favorite basketball coach a couple of weeks ago. 
Rolf Kuhlow, who lives in Louisiana. I always thought he was related to 
all time great coach John Wooden from UCLA. Great hearing from him and I
 hope to see him soon.......It's always good to hear from my friends 
from Kinro, where I worked for so long. We were all a part of building a
 very good company for so long. It's sad to see what we worked so hard 
to build, to see it all go away. I miss you guys very much......I also 
want to take this opportunity to tell everyone how thankful we are for 
your love and prayers. It's very humbling to me, to know so many care 
for us.......Thanks to my extended family in Hico for all that you do 
for us. A big thanks to Brian and Lecia. They would give you the shirt 
off their back. We love you guys! ............EY and LaNette, your cards
 and phone calls mean so much! We love you........To our life group, you
 were the first at the hospital, almost the minute I was diagnosed. We 
love you guys! My favorite two pictures are one, with us in a circle 
praying in my hospital room, and the other is all of us in my front 
yard. You guys are the best and I'm enjoying doing life with you...... 
Again, I'm sorry for the length..........(just about done) Let me also 
take this opportunity to remind my kids how proud we are of them. You 
continue to be very tolerant of me. You continue to do outstanding in 
school! My favorite daughter graduated from UNT! Kids even when the 
cards were dealt, your faith never wavered. WE ARE SO PROUD! Every day I
 wake up, I'm so thankful that I have a Father that loves me, no matter 
what! Kids, my love for you compares to the love Christ has for all of 
us. His love does not discriminate and is constant..........In closing 
to all this rambling, I would like to say thanks to all of you and God 
bless to all of you. I am so thankful for you in our lives and I do pray
 your lives are as fulfilling as mine. I thank God every day. As for me 
my days are sometimes good and sometimes bad, but mostly good. I have 
felt really good since Sunday and then all of a sudden today my back 
started hurting so I came home and soaked in the tub filled with epson 
salt. So each day is a different day. One thing I think about often is 
that there are so many people that are inflicted with this disease and 
that is pretty overwhelming when you think about how many. Cancer does 
not discriminate. I appreciate the prayers, but there are so many other 
folks who are suffering and need your prayers also. We need a cure. I 
know that Paige gave you an update on a bill that we are encouraging our
 congressmen to support, Pancreatic Cancer Research and Education Act, 
which was introduced Wednesday in the House of Representatives and the 
Senate. Thank you to those who have taken the time to write. This 
disease needs a higher priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ephesians 3:20-21            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077599300968826318-3841043137771843025?l=paigespetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paigespetals.blogspot.com/2011/12/pats-caringbridge-post-on-february-17.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige's Petals)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077599300968826318.post-7002552993827852702</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 05:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-19T23:36:14.063-06:00</atom:updated><title>Wisdom, please</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-972Zd0L3cg4/TvAes3q_1XI/AAAAAAAAI0k/NF7btnR3tf0/s1600/Biz+Card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-972Zd0L3cg4/TvAes3q_1XI/AAAAAAAAI0k/NF7btnR3tf0/s400/Biz+Card.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I was just taking my make-up off and 
listening to KLTY radio.&amp;nbsp; Andrea, the night-time DJ asked, "If you could
 have anything for Christmas that didn't cost a thing, what would it 
be?"&amp;nbsp; I thought for a moment and my first thought isn't possible and 
that is an easy one to guess.&amp;nbsp; So, my answer would be that I would like 
the gift of wisdom right now.&amp;nbsp; I have God's peace and joy, but I need 
wisdom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; James 1:5 says, "If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask 
God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be 
given to him." I am wearing Him out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"When you bring Me prayer 
requests, lay out your concerns before Me. Speak to Me candidly; pour 
out your heart.&amp;nbsp; Then thank Me for the answers that I have set into 
motion long before you can discern results.&amp;nbsp; When your requests come to 
mind again, continue to thank Me for the answers that are on the way. If
 you keep on stating your concerns to Me, you will live in a state of 
tension. When you thank Me for how I am answering your prayers, your 
mind-set becomes much more positive. " ~Jesus Calling&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The past
 few days have been very busy for all four of us as we are trying to 
wrap up Christmas shopping, Christmas plans, basketball games (tonight 
and tomorrow), and work.&amp;nbsp; Matt and I are really busy at ABC (America's 
Best Choice Windows) trying to familiarize ourselves with operations and
 create a business plan for 2012.&amp;nbsp; I have been submerged in a new world 
and trying to get a game plan together before I return to work at the 
church on January 3rd.&amp;nbsp; I guess it is official now since I have my 
business card that says Paige Easterling, Owner.&amp;nbsp; Yikes! This is why I 
am praying for wisdom.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Many of you have asked me if I am going 
to continue to update CaringBridge.&amp;nbsp; I plan to transition to my personal
 blog after the first of the year as I feel that our CB Journal was to 
be written around Pat and his daily battle against pancreatic cancer. 
Our personal life, trials, victories and happenings naturally were woven
 together these past 14 months, but I feel I need to phase out CB 
because this site was created for the purpose of those who are facing a 
significant health challenge.&amp;nbsp; I created www.paigespetals.blogspot.com 
in 2007 and have been updating it simultaneously with CaringBridge.&amp;nbsp; In 
2008 when Pat was diagnosed with esophageal cancer, my blog was used 
then as CB is being used now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We are missing Pat so much and some
 days are easier than others.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for continuing to walk 
alongside us as we greet the Christmas season and Pat's birthday, New 
Year's Eve.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Paige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077599300968826318-7002552993827852702?l=paigespetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paigespetals.blogspot.com/2011/12/wisdom-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige's Petals)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-972Zd0L3cg4/TvAes3q_1XI/AAAAAAAAI0k/NF7btnR3tf0/s72-c/Biz+Card.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077599300968826318.post-5684079879073856622</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 05:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-19T23:47:18.836-06:00</atom:updated><title>Merry Christmas!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7a41CnyOaXI/TvAgX-IoEYI/AAAAAAAAI0s/pFvqbjQp7FU/s640/FB+Ccard.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077599300968826318-5684079879073856622?l=paigespetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paigespetals.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige's Petals)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7a41CnyOaXI/TvAgX-IoEYI/AAAAAAAAI0s/pFvqbjQp7FU/s72-c/FB+Ccard.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077599300968826318.post-2929946529574111004</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 04:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-15T22:51:46.789-06:00</atom:updated><title>Rainy Day</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
Rainy day.&amp;nbsp; We need the rain, but I am missing the sunshine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today my sweet friend, Brenda Ashlock, had neck surgery, so I stopped by
 the hospital this morning and stayed with her a couple of hours 
tonight.&amp;nbsp; She is in the Plaza Medical hospital but I don't think she is 
going to stay there long enough to earn the Plaza points as Pat did.&amp;nbsp; I 
went to the 6th floor to say hello to our sweet nurses, but only one I 
knew was working.&amp;nbsp; Walking into the hospital was hard and I was flooded 
with memories, but I want to remember the great nurses and staff.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I went to the mall to Christmas shop, but I wasn't very successful.&amp;nbsp; I 
did buy one gift.&amp;nbsp; Christmas shopping is one my favorite things to do to
 get in the Christmas spirit, but I don't think that will work this 
year.&amp;nbsp; I am not trying to be ba-hum-bug, but I wish we could skip the 
holidays this year.&amp;nbsp; We will get through it thanks to family and 
friends.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Garrett's arm is healing nicely, so I am relieved.&amp;nbsp; He has a game this weekend in Frisco.&amp;nbsp; Watching basketball makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you for sending us your sweet cards, messages and texts.&amp;nbsp; We read every single one of them and they give us great comfort.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hugs!&lt;br /&gt;
Paige&lt;br /&gt;
xoxo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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read yesterday: "I am taking care of you. Feel the warmth and security 
of being enveloped in My loving Presence. Every detail of your life is 
under My control.&amp;nbsp; Submerged beneath the surface of the invisible world 
are mysteries too vast for you to comprehend. If you could only see how 
close I am to you and how constantly I work on your behalf, you would 
never again doubt that I am wonderfully caring for you.&amp;nbsp; This is why you
 must live by faith, not by sight; trusting in My mysterious, majestic 
Presence."&amp;nbsp; ~Jesus Calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
This morning I read, "Sometimes the darkness in our lives is worse, 
because we cannot even see the web we are weaving or understand what we 
are doing.&amp;nbsp; Therefore, we are unable to see any beauty and or possible 
good arising from our experience.&amp;nbsp; Yet if we are faithful to forge ahead
 and 'if we do not give up' (Gal 6:9), someday we will know that the 
most exquisite work of our lives was done during those days when it was 
the darkest. He is watching and will bring goodness and beauty from all 
of your pain and tears."&amp;nbsp; ~Streams in the Desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
These are promises in which I cling to so that I can trust Him to get me
 through each day.&amp;nbsp; I am asking God each morning to wrap His loving arms
 around my kids as they continue to go about their daily routines. 
Elizabeth and Matt have to concentrate on work and Garrett has school.&amp;nbsp; 
The past few days have been rough on them emotionally as well as 
physically.&amp;nbsp; We covet your prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
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We are In His Grip,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s205.photobucket.com/albums/bb282/Paigeme590/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Signature-2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb282/Paigeme590/Signature-2.png" /&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/9077599300968826318-1175764813853026193?l=paigespetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paigespetals.blogspot.com/2011/12/his-encouragement.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige's Petals)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077599300968826318.post-2595116314614859444</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 04:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-11T22:40:12.692-06:00</atom:updated><title>Sundays</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
This weekend was a nice weekend full of basketball. Garrett's team 
finished third in the tournament this weekend.&amp;nbsp; They 
played really good against some tough teams and Garrett was presented an
 All Tournament trophy.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday Brian, Kelly and the kids came 
yesterday and spent the night with us.&amp;nbsp; We always have a great time 
together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For the past six months, Pat and I were making plans to downsize and 
sell our house.&amp;nbsp; We had already started driving the neighborhoods to see
 what our next move might be.&amp;nbsp; I will continue that plan by putting my 
house up for sale very soon, so I asked Brian and Kelly to help me begin
 that process by looking at all of my options.&amp;nbsp; So, I now want you, my 
friends and family, to know that my house is for sale and you can help 
me by putting the word out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is not listed right now as it would be 
much better for me if I could sell it without listing it as showing the 
house just stresses me out.&amp;nbsp; What I do know is that God has a plan for 
the kids and I, so I am waiting for direction. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;
Today the kids and I went to the McNatt Christmas in Denton.&amp;nbsp; It is 
always fun being around the kinfolk, but it didn't quite feel the same 
with Uncle Mark or Pat not there.&amp;nbsp; Earlier tonight Garrett had to return
 to the ER due to a skin infection which is now a staph along with pain.
 Matt took him last night about 11.&amp;nbsp; As soon as we walked into the door 
from Denton, Matt had a migraine that continued to get worse. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you have read many of my posts, you know that Sundays are my favorite
 days.&amp;nbsp; I was just thinking about that today after a friend wished me 
"sweet peace on your favorite day". My Sundays were my favorite day 
because it always began with waking up about 8 AM and walking into the 
living room and seeing Pat in his recliner, drinking coffee, reading the
 paper and watching the CBS Early Morning show. Just before the show 
ended, we left for church.&amp;nbsp; The afternoons were spent hanging out with 
the kids or just he and I.&amp;nbsp; Life Group began at 5:30 with hugs, 
wonderful food and great fellowship.&amp;nbsp; Many times during our drive home 
we would share deep thoughts that were initiated by our study or 
discussions. I don't know if Sundays will be my favorite day 
anymore....at least for a while. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have a blessed week!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hugs!&lt;/div&gt;
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 xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;
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I had to do it! I turned our Christmas tree to purple of course. The 
decor in my house is black, brown, red and golds so we are just a bit 
flashy!  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am sitting at the Centennial Basketball Tournament collecting money at
 the door for my appointed hour.  The tournament will end on Saturday.  
The Spartans won tonight so they will play tomorrow night. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It has been a very busy week trying to get paper work done and do all 
the running around required since Pat was promoted.  I am a bit 
overwhelmed with all there is to do and the fact I now have a window 
company to run.  They say when you eat an elephant you take just one 
bite a time...I am chewing slowly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cash is missing Pat and knows that things are not normal around our house, so he has been misbehaving. He is lost too. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Please keep praying for us as we tackle each day.  It still does not seem real. We miss you, Dad. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hugs!&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;xoxo            &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb282/Paigeme590/Signature-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077599300968826318-7999749163599790701?l=paigespetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paigespetals.blogspot.com/2011/12/purple-tree-of-course.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige's Petals)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A7QwXTNTOqk/TuWHK7nV7II/AAAAAAAAI0Y/BZ4HkiL4w1M/s72-c/photo%2528113%2529.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077599300968826318.post-7840973896900080367</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2011 02:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-05T20:52:11.782-06:00</atom:updated><title>Missing Him</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--WcdGNQAcCg/Tt2DLuTnrOI/AAAAAAAAI0Q/YtY3tFlQGHk/s1600/Pat+in+Hico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--WcdGNQAcCg/Tt2DLuTnrOI/AAAAAAAAI0Q/YtY3tFlQGHk/s320/Pat+in+Hico.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have missed checking in here on CB, but my internet has been down.&amp;nbsp; 
Thank you for every message, sweet card, words of encouragement and hugs
 you have sent our way. We need them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can't wrap my brain around the fact that Pat is gone.&amp;nbsp; I have 
tremendous peace, but I am missing him so much, particularly today.&amp;nbsp; I 
had a crying spell a bit ago and what scares me about that is I am 
afraid if I start,&amp;nbsp; I will not stop.&amp;nbsp; But, I did and I feel better now.&amp;nbsp;
 Garrett just got home from practice and it was good to see his handsome
 face and talk about his day.&amp;nbsp; I don't think his day was much better and
 he has ton of homework to make up.&amp;nbsp; Please pray for him as he goes back
 to school, settles into a routine and deal with his emotions too. Last 
night at bedtime, I got two texts from Elizabeth and Matt five minutes a
 part.&amp;nbsp; They both wrote:&amp;nbsp; Missing Dad so much.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Books are a comfort to me and I found one that is helping me, "Getting 
to the Other Side of Grief".&amp;nbsp; Today the author explained it so well.&amp;nbsp; I 
lost my kindship last Saturday.&amp;nbsp; My kindred spirit...the person who 
cared about the little things in my life. He is the one I finished his 
sentences and many times we both had the same idea at the same time. I 
am lost.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In glancing in my Jesus Calling Devotional I ran across the following 
that I underlined on April 18th:&amp;nbsp; Peace is my continual gift to you.&amp;nbsp; It
 flows abundantly from My throne of grace.&amp;nbsp; Just as the Israelites could
 not store up manna for the future but had to gather it daily, so it is 
with My Peace.&amp;nbsp; The day-by-day collecting of manna kept My people aware 
of their dependence on Me.&amp;nbsp; Similarly, I give you sufficient Peace for 
the present, when you come to me by prayer and petition with 
thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; If I gave you permanent Peace, independent of My 
Presence, you might fall in toe the trap of self-sufficiency. I have 
designed you to need Me moment by moment. As your awareness of your 
neediness increases, so does your realization of My abundant 
sufficiency.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Approach My throne of grace with bold confidence 
receiving My Peace with a thankful heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
God has been so sweet and gentle with me by giving me His word each day.
 I find my favorite part of the day is when I sit in my chair every 
morning and seek His face.&amp;nbsp; He meets me every time. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A perfect prayer: "Lord Jesus, I am alone. Yet I am not alone, for you 
are with me and are my Friend. Now, Lord, please comfort me, strengthen 
me and give to Your poor servant everything that You see I need. 
~Streams in the Desert&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hugs!&lt;br /&gt;
xoxo&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WdlUhPUnhOA/TtXYVQ6cuxI/AAAAAAAAI0I/B05OoZN4TaE/s1600/DAD+OBIT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WdlUhPUnhOA/TtXYVQ6cuxI/AAAAAAAAI0I/B05OoZN4TaE/s400/DAD+OBIT.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="ObitsTile" id="ctl00_ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ContentPlaceHolder1_ObituaryTile" style="display: inline-block; min-width: 200px; width: 615px;"&gt;Pat
 Easterling, 53, passed away surrounded by friends and family on 
Saturday, Nov. 26, 2011, after a courageous fight with pancreatic 
cancer. Celebration of life: A celebration of Pat's life will be held at
 4 p.m. Wednesday at First Baptist Church of Burleson, 317 W. Ellison, 
Burleson. The family will receive friends 6 to 8 PM Tuesday at Mountain 
Valley Funeral Home, Joshua. Memorials: In lieu of flowers, the family 
requests donations be made to Pancreatic Cancer Action Network at &lt;a href="http://pancan.org/" target="_new"&gt;pancan.org&lt;/a&gt;,
 or First Baptist Church Burleson Building Campaign. Pat was born Dec. 
31, 1957, in Fort Worth. He was the son of Lewis Easterling and 
Christine Carnes. He graduated from L.D. Bell High School. In 1981 he 
met his soulmate, Paige McNatt, and they were married Sept. 8, 1984, and
 lived out their love story. He was an executive with Kinro Inc. for 30 
years as vice president and just recently opened his window replacement 
business, America's Best Choice DFW. The pride and joy of his life was 
his wife and three children, Elizabeth, Matthew and Garrett. They loved 
spending their time at their Double E Ranch in Hico, where they raised 
cattle and enjoyed his love of the land by hunting and fishing in Lake 
Pat. He was preceded in death by his father, Lewis Easterling. 
Survivors: Those left with loving memories are his wife, Paige; 
daughter, Elizabeth; sons, Matthew and Garrett; mother, Christine 
Carnes; brothers, Bobby and wife, Rose, Richard and wife, Rebecca, and 
Ryan; sisters, Dianne Page and Ashley Karpenko and husband, Joey; and 
numerous nieces and nephews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 Celebration of Life:  A celebration of Pat’s life will be held at 4 PM 
Wednesday, November 30, 2011 at First Baptist Church of Burleson, 317 
West Ellison, Burleson. The family will receive friends  6 to 8 PM 
Tuesday at Mountain Valley Funeral Home, Joshua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In lieu of 
flowers, the family request donations be made to Pancreatic Cancer 
Action Network (pancan.org) or First Baptist Church Burleson Building 
Campaign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb282/Paigeme590/Signature-2.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077599300968826318-6074808809328328119?l=paigespetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paigespetals.blogspot.com/2011/11/celebration-of-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige's Petals)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077599300968826318.post-827486503235102618</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 02:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-27T20:32:15.594-06:00</atom:updated><title>Well Done Good and Faithful Servant</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Family &amp;amp; Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I offered to update CB for my precious friend, Paige and she 
accepted, I was instantly filled with fear. What was I thinking!?&amp;nbsp; Lord,
 I can't do this! I know like me&amp;nbsp;many of you look forward to hearing an 
encouraging word from her daily through CB. I am not as eloquent of a 
writer as Paige but will do my best!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our beloved &amp;amp; brave&amp;nbsp;fighter &amp;amp; hero, Pat Easterling, 
courageously&amp;nbsp;finished his race last night around 6:39 pm. He was 
surrounded by his loving and faithful wife, children, extended family 
and many friends. I was reminded of the scripture in 2 Timothy 4:7 "I 
have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the 
faith." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;While we are all filled with sadness and grief, we are also filled 
with thanksgiving knowing that Pat is healed. He is cancer free in 
heaven today!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As this week began with Pat being admitted on Tuesday &amp;amp; as his 
health began to decline throughout the week, I questioned the Lord. I 
was like, "Really Lord, during Thanksgiving week!?" And all week long my 
devotions have be centered around being Thankful. Again, I was like, 
"Really, Lord!?" But this morning, I realized in spite of the despair 
and deep sadness that we are all experiencing&amp;nbsp;today at the passing of 
our precious Pat&amp;nbsp;that there is much to be thankful for too.&amp;nbsp;Yesterday my
 devotion stated "How precious are My children who remember to thank me 
at all times. They can walk through the darkest days with Joy in their 
hearts because they know that the Light of My Presence is still shining 
on them. For I am their steadfast Companion." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I thought I would take a few lines to share what I am thankful for 
as we have journeyed with the&amp;nbsp;Easterling family&amp;nbsp;during these dark days 
and&amp;nbsp; together chartered unwanted and unfamiliar territory with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;First, I am thankful for the man of God Pat was. I have had the 
privilege of being a part of an incredible group of men &amp;amp; women who 
pray&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; study God's word together and challenge each other to live in
 a way that honors and glorifies the Lord. Pat was a devoted Christ 
follower.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He was a faithful husband, best friend and lover to Paige for over 27
 years. He was a devoted Dad who was so proud of his 3 greatest 
accomplishments this side of heaven, Elizabeth, Matt &amp;amp; Garrett. He 
did not need to have those "last words" with his family because Pat 
lived in such a way with character, honesty and integrity that his life 
said enough! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am thankful for my sweet &amp;amp; precious friend, Paige! There are no
 words that are sufficient or adequate enough to express first my love 
for this amazing woman but also to describe the selfless way she has 
served Pat and her family. I know she would be the first to tell you 
that only by the grace and mercy &amp;amp; the unfailing love of&amp;nbsp;Jesus 
Christ&amp;nbsp;was she able to do all that she has done this past year. Paige, 
you have carried us all with your incredible faith. WE LOVE YOU!&amp;nbsp;And 
your precious 3! Those Easterling kids come from good stock! Elizabeth, 
who so selflessly moved back home this past year. I know it was not your
 plan after graduating from college but your obedience to do the right 
thing was so "grown up". Matt, knowing how hard you worked with your dad
 this summer to learn the business was so touching. Your unwavering 
faith yesterday at hospital forever changed us all. And G, your dad was 
so proud of you! And for you to have played the final game&amp;nbsp;your dad got 
to watch last Monday, scoring over&amp;nbsp;30 points!!! Wow, God is good! Y'all 
are his legacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friends, I know we didn't get the full healing this side&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp; heaven 
for Pat.&amp;nbsp;But don't miss that God&amp;nbsp;sustained&amp;nbsp;Pat for over a year with good
 enough health to travel &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;make memories with his family and with 
each of us.&amp;nbsp;And for that I am truly Thankful. What are you thankful for?
 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And finally, my devotion this morning turned to rest. Which is what I
 pray most for the Easterling's right now. "Rest in deep assurance of My
 unfailing Love. Let your body, mind, and spirit relax in My Presence. 
Release into My care anything that is troubling you. Be awed by the vast
 dimension of My Love for you: wider, longer, higher, deeper than 
anything you know. Rejoice that this marvelous Love is yours forever!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank you Lord, for the gift of Pat, Paige, Elizabeth, Matt &amp;amp; 
Garrett.I know as Pat entered the gates of heaven last night he 
heard,"Well, done good and faithful servant." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;xoxo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brenda Ashlock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077599300968826318-827486503235102618?l=paigespetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paigespetals.blogspot.com/2011/11/well-done-good-and-faithful-servant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige's Petals)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077599300968826318.post-6018337844390509440</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 03:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-25T00:38:58.799-06:00</atom:updated><title>A Hard Day</title><description>&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I haven't posted in a day or so, but it has been rough.&amp;nbsp; We checked into
 the hospital on Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday was the day we were to check in to 
have chemo, but that morning I knew that Pat seemed weaker and was using
 a lot of oxygen.&amp;nbsp; Monday morning we did blood work, so I wanted to chat
 with Dr. Fredric's nurse Tuesday morning to get a "go".&amp;nbsp; When I called 
the nurse to tell them what I sensed, they said to go ahead and take Pat
 to the ER.&amp;nbsp; That really bothered me as I knew Pat would wonder why in 
the heck are we in the ER.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, on the way to the hospital, the 
doctor's office called and asked if we were headed to the hospital and 
if we were to go to patient registration.&amp;nbsp; What a relief.&amp;nbsp; I had called 
Angie and Jordan to come that morning so I could have another set of 
eyes and ears to help me evaluate Pat and make the right decision.&amp;nbsp; 
Jordan drove us to the hospital and we got him checked in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;
&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
Pat was a bit confused and was wondering why Angie and Jordan were with 
me and why Matt met us at the hospital entrance.&amp;nbsp; I reminded him that he
 was to have chemo today and they were just hanging with us.&amp;nbsp; I was so 
uneasy about taking him to the hospital and even felt like I was 
betraying somehow because he hates hospitals such much, but I knew in my
 heart he was getting worse.&amp;nbsp; I was exhausted with no sleep and was 
worried about the care or lack of care I could give him at home.&amp;nbsp; After 
an ultrasound they found a couple of blood clots in his left leg.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;
&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
I really was uneasy when I got here and it stayed with me throughout the
 next day as I just didn't have a peace.&amp;nbsp; His body was too weak to for 
chemo, and I was afraid I was going to have to make a major decision.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
 I kept praying that the Lord would go before me and make those 
decisions for me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The decision was made this morning that Pat will not
 have any chemo and we will be calling in hospice tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Dr. Keller,
 our internist, was the one who confirmed that the decision for no chemo
 and I believe the Lord used him to give me this sweet peace I have 
tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;
&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
Our goal is to go home tomorrow and tonight will be the test to see if 
the meds have been tweaked enough for him to be completely comfortable 
and sleep through the night.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;
&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
There is more I want to write, but it is getting late and I going to stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;
&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
Thank you loving on our family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
Paige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077599300968826318-6018337844390509440?l=paigespetals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://paigespetals.blogspot.com/2011/11/hard-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige's Petals)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077599300968826318.post-2268206006012783832</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2011 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-17T21:23:34.413-06:00</atom:updated><title>The Sale</title><description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RYqqDtQSRPs/SdKQbLojKGI/AAAAAAAAHP4/6naI1U-mNXw/s1600/P1020412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RYqqDtQSRPs/SdKQbLojKGI/AAAAAAAAHP4/6naI1U-mNXw/s320/P1020412.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Tree of Life in Burleson&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
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NOTE:&amp;nbsp; Blogger friends, I try to post the same blog here that I post on 
Caringbridge each night, but fail to remember to stop by here too.&amp;nbsp; Our 
Caringbridge website is &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/pateasterling"&gt;www.caringbridge.org/visit/pateasterling&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; You 
truly are such precious people in my life and some of my dearest 
friendships, who I have never met, started here in 2007!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hello!&amp;nbsp; It is about 8:17 PM and I just woke up from a little nap.&amp;nbsp; Today
 feels like yesterday really as last night was a repeat of the night 
before.&amp;nbsp; The pain medication is working well during the day, but during 
the night it is not and Pat's anxiety is high.&amp;nbsp; Since we changed his 
medication I follow the doctor's prescribed amounts and time closely and
 keep a journal.&amp;nbsp; This pain medication accumulates, so as time passes he 
will get better relief.&amp;nbsp; We adjusted his anxiety medication, so I hope 
that will make for a good night's sleep.&amp;nbsp; I haven't slept through the 
night now since Saturday and I am thoroughly exhausted.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tomorrow is a very bittersweet day and a celebration of answered prayer 
as we will be closing on the ranch.&amp;nbsp; Due to Pat's health, the title 
company in Stephenville has offered to bring the papers to us here in 
Burleson.&amp;nbsp; This weekend we will be moving equipment and our personal 
belongings from Hico.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful for Matt who has taken on this 
responsibility and he has assured me that I have nothing to worry about.
 Many, many offers have been made from you, our family and friends, to 
help make this transition smooth.&amp;nbsp; Our real estate agent, Andrew 
Buffington, has been so easy to work with and has gone out of his way to
 make sure the sale of the land and equipment gets finalized without a 
hitch.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The 13 years we have spent at the ranch have been such great times. The 
kids were 4, 8 and 11 when we started this new adventure.&amp;nbsp; Pat spent a&amp;nbsp; 
along with a lot of sweat and tears improving the land by building 
fence, enlarging our herd, and many hours spent on a tractor.&amp;nbsp; We have 
developed such sweet relationships in Hico and our neighbors have become
 family.&amp;nbsp; My Aunt Lola and Uncle Bill joined us by relocating to Hico 
after a few years and have been with us since and adopted us as their 
children as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We were living out a dream we always had of having a place where we 
could be outdoors, raise cattle, hunt and fish.&amp;nbsp; These were my dreams 
too and actually an extension from my childhood as all that hard work 
and chores I had growing up on our farm taught me how to contribute to our ranch as 
well as appreciate having such a gift as the Double E.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I call this move bittersweet because it is an answer to prayer.&amp;nbsp; Selling
 all of the ranch was not our plan as we had planned on retiring in 
Hico.&amp;nbsp; Pat and I over the years had at least four future building sites 
for our retirement home at the Double E!&amp;nbsp; In 2008, after Pat survived 
stage one esophageal cancer, the boys and their friends surprised Pat at
 his homecoming from a ten day hospital stay with two "Trees of Life" 
where one would be planted in the yard of our current home and the 
future building site in Hico.&amp;nbsp; That little tree of Life now still stands
 alone in Hico strong and tall at the place we were going to settle.&amp;nbsp; 
That little tree was nurtured and hand-watered so that it would survive 
in the hot, dry summers of Hico.&amp;nbsp; Now as we look back to the past we see
 that the Lord allowed us to have this dream in order to be a provision 
for us in the future and that future being now.&amp;nbsp; So, my heart is heavy 
with sadness but full of gratefulness as He has gone before us. God is so
 good.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I ask that you continue to pray as we take this journey one day at a 
time.&amp;nbsp; I said this last night, but it is truly the only way.&amp;nbsp; God is all
 we have to depend on as He gives us His w/d/g (wisdom, discernment, 
guidance).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gratefully,&lt;br /&gt;
xoxo&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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