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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="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" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2011 13:15:26 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Sammy's Sanctuary</title><description>The extravagance of grace</description><link>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SammysSanctuary" /><feedburner:info uri="sammyssanctuary" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-4786916291211437048</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-07T16:12:49.835-08:00</atom:updated><title>2010 Hike Quest #1</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Multnomah Falls and Wahkeena Falls Loop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435656650381509266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/S29U7Jb6wpI/AAAAAAAAAdU/16QHR9IMlT0/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435656047091954994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/S29UYCAetTI/AAAAAAAAAck/KopN1e4I8es/s320/Gorge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435656625683304418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/S29U5tbaD-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/NesdpVwR5AA/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435656066885452994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/S29UZLvnhMI/AAAAAAAAAc0/SPYmKIsaPxs/s320/IMG_0205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435656058516025042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/S29UYskMLtI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9ydSAKu1iFw/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435658401114932498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/S29WhDbSxRI/AAAAAAAAAdc/2lQudBtNHLA/s200/IMG_0230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Exploring nature&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Late winter frolic and play&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Back away from fudge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-4786916291211437048?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/HAGjP77Zl38" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/HAGjP77Zl38/2010-hike-quest-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/S29U7Jb6wpI/AAAAAAAAAdU/16QHR9IMlT0/s72-c/IMG_0195.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2010/02/2010-hike-quest-1.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-2058949350721089047</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 23:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-07T15:50:37.125-08:00</atom:updated><title>Coming Back</title><description>So, it's been a while since I've blogged. I think I needed a bit of time away for some reason. But now I'm feeling inspired to start again. Let's see how this goes..........thanks for understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going over to a dear friends house today to watch the Super Bowl. No, I am no fan of football, but I am a fan of spending time with friends. Here is Sherrie and me on her birthday last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435651678734907810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/S29QZwm_-aI/AAAAAAAAAcU/1Vqn_HwZ1Ok/s320/2009+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sherrie's smiling eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always laughing and merry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How lucky am I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sammy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-2058949350721089047?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/JVzgjFIVRl0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/JVzgjFIVRl0/coming-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/S29QZwm_-aI/AAAAAAAAAcU/1Vqn_HwZ1Ok/s72-c/2009+003.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2010/02/coming-back.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-6009483726468465437</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T06:40:25.187-07:00</atom:updated><title>Quiet Times</title><description>It's been a little busy lately so I am seeking quieter times......like knitting..... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340867522463274770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sh6StuzYFxI/AAAAAAAAAa8/aTX_oTmp3V0/s320/Flowers+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or my garden....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340867524160254482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sh6St1H98hI/AAAAAAAAAbE/8VgyLrm9fzI/s320/Flowers+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or flowers on Dog Mountain.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340867532206470850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sh6SuTGVdsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8ZCrC_HP5aI/s320/5-23-09+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the best soft serve in the Gorge.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340867528802608258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sh6SuGaypII/AAAAAAAAAbM/Wa9xprAQNkg/s320/5-23-09+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or my all time favorite....spending time with my sweetie....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340868666224317234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sh6TwTpQkzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EMY3mKcba5E/s320/5-23-09+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sammy&lt;/div&gt;&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/7095005706261405635-6009483726468465437?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/fzBQOqYaH7Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/fzBQOqYaH7Y/quiet-times.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sh6StuzYFxI/AAAAAAAAAa8/aTX_oTmp3V0/s72-c/Flowers+077.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/05/quiet-times.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-7688329491419834502</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 12:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-19T06:03:28.064-07:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;div&gt;The rains fell last night after 3 days of beautiful, heartwarming sun. As I was falling asleep, it came on strong, the windows were open and rain started falling.  It sounded lovely, putting softley me to sleep. I took joy in that moment of feeling the wind come up, blowing in the clouds and hearing the hard drops of rain hit the ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning we took a short hike in &lt;a href="http://www.hoytarboretum.org/"&gt;Hoyt Arboretum &lt;/a&gt;and met &lt;a href="http://www.weheartyarn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gail&lt;/a&gt; and Pete at the Zoo. You'll have to see her blog for the photo's of little Sam the Elephant. All my photo's somehow were lost.....I don't really know how that happened. But that's okay, more importanly than photo's was the time spent with people I love.  A few photo's from the hike magically made it through whatever I did.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet "Wilson Magnolia".  Karl dubbed it the "umbrella magnolia". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337518079101539378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/ShKsad8SlDI/AAAAAAAAAas/kQeuT26XkwQ/s320/IMG_3777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grace and peace to you, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sammy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-7688329491419834502?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/QjvPlMsmzUk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/QjvPlMsmzUk/rains-fell-last-night-after-3-days-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/ShKsad8SlDI/AAAAAAAAAas/kQeuT26XkwQ/s72-c/IMG_3777.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/05/rains-fell-last-night-after-3-days-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-6698978511585731826</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 01:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-12T19:03:25.178-07:00</atom:updated><title>Living with Joy</title><description>Joy is kind of a loaded word. What does it really mean? Dictionary.com says "a source or cause of keen pleasure or delight; something or someone greatly valued or appreciated." I like the last part the best, something or someone greatly valued or appreciated. Lately, I've been trying to think of joy as not all out elation (although sometimes it is), but more simply pleasure of simple things. Like peanut butter toast in the morning, slipping under crisp clean sheets at night, putting my face up to the sun, coffee with a friend. If we try to "pin" too much happiness on BIG joy, we will be disappointed. Let's en-joy the more ordinary things in our lives. Join &lt;a href="http://thisjoyride.wordpress.com/2009/05/01/issue-sixteen-find-joy/"&gt;Sheri and Shari &lt;/a&gt;for the joy+ride for the month of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy's find joy list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Have dinner on the patio and catch up with Karl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. See friends for coffee, breakfast, lunch, dinner.....whatever, wherever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Practice yoga every week and soak in the silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335122835218870434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sgop87JLsKI/AAAAAAAAAak/PjUo3Pi0Iys/s320/flowers+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first iris bloom of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and peace to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-6698978511585731826?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/zPiT6uiG_k4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/zPiT6uiG_k4/living-with-joy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sgop87JLsKI/AAAAAAAAAak/PjUo3Pi0Iys/s72-c/flowers+032.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/05/living-with-joy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-3222441059642171835</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 01:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-10T18:41:10.514-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday Grace</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Busy, busy weekend.....but now it's Sunday evening....one of my favorite times of the week. The busyness has settled down and the chores for the coming week are done. It means a time of quiet, reading, knitting......getting my head around the week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We hosted Mother's Day at our house and had a wonderful patio lunch....the weather cooperated. This picture is so my sister and her fun loving self and I love her all the more for it! Mom (Katy), Sister (Tabitha) and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334369577729193058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sgd83kUy9GI/AAAAAAAAAZs/645iyOVMk8c/s320/Mother%27s+Day+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's the right one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334370528907364610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sgd9u7vWCQI/AAAAAAAAAaE/d4K7zGjlQxc/s320/Mother%27s+Day+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love lilacs....this is one I planted last year.....the white tipping is so soft and delicate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334375058984191122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SgeB2nl0xJI/AAAAAAAAAac/5ZCc2-mc9VM/s320/Mother%27s+Day+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While Earth herself is adorning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This sweet May morning,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the children are culling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On every side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a thousand valleys far and wide, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the Babe leaps up on it's mother's arm-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then sing ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let the young lambs bound as to the Tabor's sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We in thought will join your throng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ye that pipe and ye that play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ye that through your hearts today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel the gladness of the May&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;W.Wordsworth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grace and peace to you, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sammy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-3222441059642171835?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/4TjCdS-SbsA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/4TjCdS-SbsA/sunday-grace_10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sgd83kUy9GI/AAAAAAAAAZs/645iyOVMk8c/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day+018.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-grace_10.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-1999977881497985150</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-04T20:54:48.720-07:00</atom:updated><title>Coal Creek Farm</title><description>Oh my, what a charming and funny &lt;a href="http://coalcreekfarm.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. The video's of the family &lt;a href="http://coalcreekfarm.com/come-dance-with-me/"&gt;dancing&lt;/a&gt; are just the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sf-4I__HWTI/AAAAAAAAAZk/p6N-UBJIXRs/s1600-h/3415981075_4b8f4d5b93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332182948584577330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sf-4I__HWTI/AAAAAAAAAZk/p6N-UBJIXRs/s320/3415981075_4b8f4d5b93.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, Sammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-1999977881497985150?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/7JLiT9cxRZk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><enclosure type="" url="http://coalcreekfarm.com" length="0" /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/7JLiT9cxRZk/coal-creek-farm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sf-4I__HWTI/AAAAAAAAAZk/p6N-UBJIXRs/s72-c/3415981075_4b8f4d5b93.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/05/coal-creek-farm.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-3099410749802591305</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 23:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-03T17:09:06.688-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday Grace</title><description>I marveled at my garden this weekend, watching the seeds poke out of the earth. Every day they look different. Creation is a wonderous and beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beans&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331752920124122082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sf4xCDImY-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/G_PI1qvqTro/s320/play+day+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spinach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331752924644779218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sf4xCT-aJNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2iFE7gKphdk/s320/outside+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last sermon in the series on grace was this morning. I'm still unpacking all that I'm learning about grace and I suspect I will continue to throughout my life. I know one thing without a doubt, the grace that God extends to us is so vast and immeasurable that we cannot comprehend it's full measure. I know that I am loved without limits; that I am worthy of His love and free because of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331753317918546210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sf4xZNCLmSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BaMMC8Zqq-k/s320/outside+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Dear Lord, grant me the grace of wonder. Surprise me, amaze me, awe me in every crevice of Your universe". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joshua Abraham Heschel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sammy&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/7095005706261405635-3099410749802591305?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/LDCn8F65FKw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/LDCn8F65FKw/sunday-grace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sf4xCDImY-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/G_PI1qvqTro/s72-c/play+day+135.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-grace.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-581092406741416622</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 02:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-26T20:00:28.998-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday Grace</title><description>Hmmm, I'm a bit tired tonight. It was a good weekend, but long on physical exhaustion.....a 10.5 mile run on Saturday with a bunch of gardening thrown in besides. My 40 year old body doesn't recover like it used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karl worked on extending our fense on the East side of the house, so we would have more storage area for my gardening tools of the trade. He also built me a raised bed for a strawberry patch. I LOVE my handyman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329199544533617554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SfUewB0Zi5I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Vf-lx7nWFbc/s320/Birthday+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;My folks took us out to dinner on Friday night, kind of a late birthday dinner. We went to one of my favorite restaurants, &lt;a href="http://portland.citysearch.com/profile/8487883/portland_or/rose_thistle.html"&gt;The Rose and Thistle Pub&lt;/a&gt;. They have a great outside patio that you would never know was there from the outside. Had a great Scottish meal and a pint o' cider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329199857046414914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SfUfCOBQZkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/7sINSe4EKcM/s320/Birthday+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that every life is a beautiful mess? We talked about that in church today. No one is perfect and we all sin, but the grace of God saves us from guilt and shame. He calls us to come along side others gently and humbly, to carry each others burdens, to love like he does. We are not our sin......we are made in the image of God. That makes me thankful that my life is a beautiful mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329199547221920274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SfUewL1VyhI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tt2caGTaHF4/s320/Birthday+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God's grace touch your life in a special way this week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7095005706261405635-581092406741416622?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/3edSbqDU_0Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/3edSbqDU_0Y/sunday-grace_26.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SfUewB0Zi5I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Vf-lx7nWFbc/s72-c/Birthday+058.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-grace_26.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-1893030601074859081</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 01:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-23T18:41:28.758-07:00</atom:updated><title>3191 Miles Apart</title><description>I LOVE the concept of this &lt;a href="http://3191.visualblogging.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;......at the heart it's a precious story of a lovely friendship.  They just published their first book, &lt;a href="http://3191ayearofmornings.com/mornings/"&gt;A Year of Mornings&lt;/a&gt; and the current blog is working on a year of evenings.  Love it, love it, love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my own little photo of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328065364156315218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SfEXOCqZdlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-e_pPnUsMko/s320/Birthday+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, how this spring of love resembleth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The uncertain glory of an April day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which now shows all the beauty of the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And by and by a cloud takes all away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-1893030601074859081?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/qLbE0M2QnTs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/qLbE0M2QnTs/3191-miles-apart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SfEXOCqZdlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-e_pPnUsMko/s72-c/Birthday+006.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/04/3191-miles-apart.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-3977708863734989650</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-21T19:55:18.941-07:00</atom:updated><title>Living with Your Whole Heart</title><description>I've been chewing lately on what it means to live with your whole heart.  I do believe it is completely connected to living authentically.  When I am living authentically, it means I'm loving and living who I am.  If I am able to do that, then my heart can really live, it can take in and give love with no boundaries, it can be limitless.  It can be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this youtube on another post and I fell in love with it.  It speaks to living with your whole heart in a tangible way that blew me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;Go Susan Boyle&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brenebrown.com/badge/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brenebrown.com/storage/wholeheartedbadge.jpg" source="blank"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-3977708863734989650?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/IeLyAkVVO_Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/IeLyAkVVO_Q/living-with-your-whole-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/04/living-with-your-whole-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-7179887014409766750</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 14:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-20T08:05:17.986-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday Grace on Monday</title><description>So I'm one day late on my Sunday Grace post, but I know that we need grace all day, every day, not just on Sunday's. I am thankful that God's grace knows no bounds, does not respect time or space and is always given freely to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent this weekend doing all sorts of fun things with friends. It started out with a surprise birthday party for moi on Friday night......so fun, so surprised and blessed by my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I picked up my dear friend, Christy, and we went to Edgefield to luxuriate at the spa and enjoy an evening away. Christy is one awesome friend, wife and mother. She turned 40 a week before I did, so this was our celebration time. It was a super enjoyable time and the weather couldn't have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The amazing &lt;a href="http://www.mcmenamins.com/index.php?loc=3&amp;amp;id=1160"&gt;Ruby Spa at Edgefield&lt;/a&gt;......massage, facial, pedicure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326789284132761474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SeyOoaIXL4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/fTczcqN5cg8/s200/Birthday+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326789288739050370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SeyOorSlk4I/AAAAAAAAAX8/PMsgbhyx5bA/s200/Birthday+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celebrate.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326789502492576034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SeyO1HlZiSI/AAAAAAAAAYE/kzSHxsEaO3U/s320/Birthday+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lovely dinner.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326789569246857010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SeyO5AQ3BzI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ofo3mEdPjFE/s320/Birthday+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was truly a refreshing and restful time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sammy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7095005706261405635-7179887014409766750?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/p0mBdyQzeIA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/p0mBdyQzeIA/sunday-grace-on-monday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SeyOoaIXL4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/fTczcqN5cg8/s72-c/Birthday+014.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-grace-on-monday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-8042860687782770986</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 01:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-13T18:40:57.706-07:00</atom:updated><title>I Thought It Was Just Me</title><description>If you are a woman interested in learning about shame, what it means in our lives and how to become shame resilient......here's a book and an online read-through with the author.  It is very insightful, very hard at times, but worth the work.  If anyone is interesting in working through it together, I'm up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ordinarycourage.com/my-blog/category/itiwjm-read-along"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brenebrown.com/storage/readalongbadge.jpg" source="blank"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-8042860687782770986?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/ccv0Q5sac1M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/ccv0Q5sac1M/i-thought-it-was-just-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-thought-it-was-just-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-7231749280949098570</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 21:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-13T07:23:47.496-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday Grace</title><description>I really do try to post every Sunday for Sunday Grace......but sometimes time gets away from me. I know you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a special day.....Easter Sunday. For me, Easter means redemption, all things beginning new. How fitting that Easter falls in Spring, when it's so green that it almost looks dreamlike, when the first flowers begin their bloom. Yes, it rains, but with rain comes a beautiful iridesence that is magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vase of Spring....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323927999549856738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SeJkTubs2-I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/16sFN_40ZnM/s400/040409+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dogwood bud....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323924984521883074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SeJhkOlA_cI/AAAAAAAAAVI/kZfWDP5WHX4/s400/040409+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pear tree bud....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323924979641427602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SeJhj8ZbJpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mWolqQ0Hy0s/s400/040409+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gail, can you see that I'm learning????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit, this excited me most this week (other than my birthday).......we rebuilt our composting area. I feel like a grown up urban farmer now........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323924886978501714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SeJhejM3HFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ZAg5Fwq2Xr0/s400/040409+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also turned 40 on Friday.....it really has been a lovely weekend.......good friends.......good food. I LOVE that I'm 40 now. My body creaks a little, I don't jump out of bed like I used too.....but I know more about who I am than ever before and accept where I am in my journey. What more could I really ask for? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323927999621500834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SeJkTusyD6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/G363dlO4CMc/s400/40th+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special friends, Pete, Laurie and Gail.....at the best Gelato place in Portland!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323928003388610210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SeJkT8u7lqI/AAAAAAAAAVg/bQGZFX7wALA/s400/friends+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My most awesome and beautiful sister, Tabitha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323928004361331362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SeJkUAW2IqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/YxRWVfvD9s4/s400/tab+and+sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you soon, Sammy&lt;br /&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/7095005706261405635-7231749280949098570?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/a2e7Dhs7k5w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/a2e7Dhs7k5w/sunday-grace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SeJkTubs2-I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/16sFN_40ZnM/s72-c/040409+094.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-grace.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-3533755949691609459</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 23:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-28T16:56:23.816-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dream assingment: picture hope</title><description>&lt;object height="230" width="400"&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=3773468&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3773468&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3773468"&gt;Shutter Sisters Dream Assignment: Picture Hope&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user739216"&gt;LittlePurpleCow Productions&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen Lemen is on a mission to capture the faces and stories of hope all over the world. Check out her blog &lt;a href="http://jenlemen.com/blog/?p=617"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out why she did this. Watch this beautiful video, then register &lt;a href="http://www.nameyourdreamassignment.com/accounts/register/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, then vote &lt;a href="http://www.nameyourdreamassignment.com/the-ideas/shuttersisters/picture-hope/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's a great way to support a fellow dreamer..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-3533755949691609459?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/A2H6O9oht7g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/A2H6O9oht7g/dream-assingment-picture-hope.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-assingment-picture-hope.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-431085365507777884</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 20:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T13:58:22.087-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday Grace</title><description>Today in church our pastor continued on the theme of grace. He likened how we view God's grace to a legal pad.....I know it sounds strange, but here is a short synopsis (with my own intrepretation and creative license). Many of us don't feel that we qualify for God's gift of grace and we struggle with being good enough. We feel as if God is holding a legal pad and he writes down all of our bad stuff and when we are sorry he rips that page off and throws it away, but then he starts all over again. God's grace is not like that legal pad at all. When He sent His Son, he threw away the whole entire legal pad stash in the world. Just gone. He sees us through the lens of His Son, justified and loved. Amazing and lovely. So let's not be so hard on ourselves shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to knitting (quite a segway huh?), this week I finished a knitted kerchief and I love it. In fact, I'm going to knit madly for a few weeks to make more. I had to adjust the pattern a bit, which was quite scary because I have never done that. But I had the encouragement of my friend Gail which I so appreciated and it worked out beautifully. Here is it.....don't cha just love the cute little button?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316117002652341810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/ScakP3eB1jI/AAAAAAAAAUw/UkeTjAdWLM8/s320/IMG_1455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--e.e. cummings &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sammy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-431085365507777884?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/CYPn8z-lJMI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/CYPn8z-lJMI/sunday-grace_22.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/ScakP3eB1jI/AAAAAAAAAUw/UkeTjAdWLM8/s72-c/IMG_1455.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-grace_22.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-7669095799961382096</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 00:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-15T17:33:04.840-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Whispers of our Heart</title><description>Kelly Rae is one of my favorite bloggers......she has a wonderful heart and is so creative.  She has an insightful post today about the whispers of our heart that so many times we ignore.  Read it and then come back.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kellyraeroberts.blogspot.com"&gt;http://kellyraeroberts.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I not listened to the whispers of my heart, whether they are large or small dreams.  It really made me stop and think......a few weeks ago I had a small dream about becoming a yoga instructor, just something that I would do in my off time.  A time when I could nurture others, encourage them to take a step a side for one hour and breath, be silent.  I've been disappointed with many yoga instructors and how they approach the instruction.  My favorite instructors are the ones that don't talk a lot, they allow the class to connect to themselves, to ground themselves.  Those are the classes I love the most and I find those instructors are hard to find......so there, I've thrown my little dream out into the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kelly Rae for pointing me there, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-7669095799961382096?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/eR0XHYI5NK0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/eR0XHYI5NK0/whispers-of-our-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/03/whispers-of-our-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-530333304962747969</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 23:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-15T16:51:26.411-07:00</atom:updated><title>Smile</title><description>These rain boots make me smile.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313566017913595378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sb2UJAxTpfI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ceDqf_yQGeM/s320/IMG_1436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-530333304962747969?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/2Lnz-HFReC0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/2Lnz-HFReC0/smile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sb2UJAxTpfI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ceDqf_yQGeM/s72-c/IMG_1436.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/03/smile.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-1112129470546881677</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-15T13:07:19.854-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday Grace</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sb1et9FdQmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Iej3N2ovP8w/s1600-h/IMG_1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313507278951629410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sb1et9FdQmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Iej3N2ovP8w/s320/IMG_1424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lovely rainy spring day in the Pacific Northwest. It rains, the suns, then rains, then suns......I keep trying to go outside to work in the yard, but then I get fooled. No dirt work today. Instead I've been working and practicing with my camera. I spent Saturday afternoon with my friend, Gail, and was inspired by her and her SLR camera. She posts amazing photos on her knitting blog &lt;a href="http://www.weheartyarn.com/"&gt;www.weheartyarn.com&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you, Gail, for giving me some tips. I will be asking you soon for another "class".   Next time it's my treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love spring. Watching things grow is an amazing feeling.....it makes my heart happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313507544923576818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sb1e9b6HGfI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YJCPDZT1Qrc/s320/IMG_1429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE air was full of sun and birds,&lt;br /&gt;The fresh air sparkled clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Remembrance wakened in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I knew I loved her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fallows and the leafless trees&lt;br /&gt;And all my spirit tingled.&lt;br /&gt;My earliest thought of love, and Spring's&lt;br /&gt;First puff of perfume mingled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my still heart the thoughts awoke,&lt;br /&gt;Came lone by lone together -&lt;br /&gt;Say, birds and Sun and Spring, is Love&lt;br /&gt;A mere affair of weather? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Song by Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grace and peace to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-1112129470546881677?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/b0M4TnapsO8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/b0M4TnapsO8/sunday-grace_15.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/Sb1et9FdQmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Iej3N2ovP8w/s72-c/IMG_1424.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-grace_15.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-2037426536255664904</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 02:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-11T20:02:13.402-07:00</atom:updated><title>Everyone is Beautiful</title><description>For all my friends.....you are beautiful.........&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPwTrTaZRm0&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/jPwTrTaZRm0&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/7095005706261405635-2037426536255664904?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/dMlcz0rVR-Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/dMlcz0rVR-Q/everyone-is-beautiful.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/03/everyone-is-beautiful.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-6056321903659096420</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2009 22:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-08T15:33:42.981-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday Grace</title><description>Well.....I've been away from blogging for a bit. Life has been busy, but with lovely things.  I spent last weekend in Sunriver, Or with a group of amazing women for Dawn's 50th birthday.  It couldn't have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310943251176097090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SbRCv5ScBUI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_K-vJKvlmGQ/s320/IMG_1388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310943255672881938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SbRCwKCjgxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vDBQeT8IXDU/s320/IMG_1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I started getting my hands in the dirt.  I planted my seedlings..........seeing things grow by my own hand is a wonderful and beautiful thing.  It grounds me in the chaos of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310943244704687314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SbRCvhLiJNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/UM8k_hSSDvY/s320/IMG_1402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reorganizing our bedroom and office the last few weeks.....swapping furniture around, making the bedroom a true place of rest and the office more functional.  Today I'm working on drapes for our bedroom.  I absolutely love this blue and can't wait to see the change it will bring to the room.  The color makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310943245303799410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SbRCvjaX3nI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Y8j5L3m4Pfs/s320/IMG_1407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you find grace and peace this week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-6056321903659096420?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/_-ALxbrE948" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/_-ALxbrE948/sunday-grace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SbRCv5ScBUI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_K-vJKvlmGQ/s72-c/IMG_1388.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-grace.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-5044375712540994019</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 00:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-15T17:02:08.987-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday Grace</title><description>Last weekend, we were out of town so I missed posting my Sunday Grace. In Seattle, we hooked up with some old friends for dinner and also had a blast re-discovering Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303193294269092962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SZi6NCAklGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/C_-SQQUqC9U/s320/IMG_1356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm beginning to get a little ansy for Spring. I've dragged out my bike and have been riding to work on nice days. I've been going to Portland Nursery more often. For valentine's, we bought two espalier fruit trees, apple and pear. I'll blog about them later because they are so cool and deserve a posting of their own. I have my seed packets and they are bursting to become real live plants. We've begun the re-design of our backyard to make room for chickens, which makes me giddy (yippee!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today in church, the series on grace continued. The pastor talked about grace as being unmerited and unlimited. In other words, God gives us His grace through His Son and there is nothing we can do to earn it and He does it freely and abundantly. This is a hard concept for our culture. We are always striving (that's me), we have do something, we have to be "better", we have to "do" better to earn His favor. There is always a strong pull toward thinking this will get us into God's good graces and earn His love. Because we fail at being perfect, this leads to shame and disappointment.   The beauty is that God is not asking for perfection.  He wants to be with us in our brokeness and show us how to live without shame or striving or doing. I'm working on allowing myself to sit in his grace, to soak it up and relish it. Hopefully, He will begin to transform my heart and mind along the way. I'm still workin' on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &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/7095005706261405635-5044375712540994019?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/9nl0cgxorLQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/9nl0cgxorLQ/sunday-grace_15.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SZi6NCAklGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/C_-SQQUqC9U/s72-c/IMG_1356.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-grace_15.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-1571154495070628651</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 20:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-01T12:39:37.109-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday Grace</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grace is limitless in it's power to transform lives.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My pastor said that statement this morning and it really stuck with me. I LOVE grace, what would we do without grace? We wouldn't be able to function, we could never be transformed. I know that I am being transformed by God's grace, but I also see the imperative to reflect His grace back out of my life into others. I am so imperfect and people extend grace to me every day, people I don't even know. Karl extends grace to my cranky, imperfect self ALL the time. What does it mean to really show and exhibit grace? I'm workin' on it. Hope you are too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Confession to make: I have been so un"gracefilled" the last few days. Apologies to my sister and to my husband. Sometimes I don't know how you can stand me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-1571154495070628651?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/JdcPU-b79ok" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/JdcPU-b79ok/sunday-grace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-grace.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-4530733467366542813</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 14:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-01T06:16:59.138-08:00</atom:updated><title>First Hat</title><description>Yippee! I finally knit my first ever hat. I probably shouldn't have knitted the "first ever hat" for my favorite person (Karl). It's not perfect, not even close. The pressure was getting to me a little bit; but he loves it and it looks smashing on him. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297831800208940002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SYWt9AM42-I/AAAAAAAAAS4/2TUg1ZbTYAE/s320/IMG_1345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297831808409023778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SYWt9ev8NSI/AAAAAAAAATA/e_5YA_8K61k/s320/IMG_1353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now that I have the pattern down and know a little more something about knitting hats, I'll try this pattern again.  But first I'm tackling a different hat pattern today.  It's a perfect activity for watching the super bowl (well, really just the commercials).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Knitting Rocks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sammy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-4530733467366542813?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/7CqFz2WiPBo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/7CqFz2WiPBo/first-hat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SYWt9AM42-I/AAAAAAAAAS4/2TUg1ZbTYAE/s72-c/IMG_1345.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-hat.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095005706261405635.post-3654957928569836056</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2009 22:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-25T14:26:59.047-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday Grace</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up to beautiful, silent beauty this morning. Snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295359023617647122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SXzk-djjohI/AAAAAAAAASw/pA2uCfwdHaU/s320/IMG_1344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in church, we talked about grace. I love the word grace. It's lyrical to me, music to my ears. I'm continuing to learn that grace is not something I can "get" or buy by being good, moral or right. It's a gift that is freely given by the giver and freely accepted by the recipient. It's given out of selfless love and many times great sacrifice. There are no strings attached. It is quite simply a gift.  Do you have any concepts of grace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, a dear friend of mine's daughter is a movie producer. Last year, Gina produced a short film that was just nominated at the Sundance Film Festival. The short is really cool.....I think it's about strength, persistence and the underdog. I hope you like it. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbfLXVI-OMQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbfLXVI-OMQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095005706261405635-3654957928569836056?l=sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~4/jQFkkQxxsek" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SammysSanctuary/~3/jQFkkQxxsek/sunday-grace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Samantha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi5IK2OwAEY/SXzk-djjohI/AAAAAAAAASw/pA2uCfwdHaU/s72-c/IMG_1344.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sammyssanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-grace.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

