<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764</id><updated>2011-09-30T11:49:19.502-07:00</updated><category term='Heart of a Servant'/><category term='homemaking'/><category term='trials'/><category term='babies'/><category term='Christ'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='child training'/><category term='acceptance'/><category term='spring'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='worship'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Rebekah'/><category term='Wholeness'/><category term='faith'/><category term='love'/><category term='Worry'/><category term='suffering'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of Home...</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is my personal 'journal'. A place to record my thoughts and scribbles, time with the Lord, songs, and poems as a wife, mother, and child of God.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-1852246958091261985</id><published>2011-02-22T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T07:58:30.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><title type='text'>Day 10: Dying to Self Fully... Living for God..Wholly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMzSF5Twy7I/TWPcPL2dhpI/AAAAAAAAP7k/ZSC_LavbAhg/s1600/DSC04364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMzSF5Twy7I/TWPcPL2dhpI/AAAAAAAAP7k/ZSC_LavbAhg/s640/DSC04364.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="versiontext"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nlt.scripturetext.com/2_corinthians/4.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For our present troubles are small and won't last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! 2 Cor. 4:17.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="crossverse"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/psalms/30-5.htm"&gt;Psalm 30:5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The last few days have been extremely busy..and Sunday was very hard for me. So much soul searching..and feeling that nagging feeling of grief over attitudes I still can't seem to overcome. I realized yet again, that I haven't really learned how to truly love unconditionally. I'm happy to love my friends..that's the easy part..but to love those who are hard to love..that's something, truly, that only God can do in us.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think the Lord was really confronting me with the fact that he wants "all of my heart"..not just 90%. And when he says to leave justice to him, he expects me to leave ALL of it to him. I don't get to harbor even a teeny tiny bit of 'attitude' towards anyone, no matter how justified I might be.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's too easy to be just a little uncharitable or ungracious towards someone we think has hurt us. But the Lord is so good to point out to me, "Donna..that's not good enough. I want 100% love..100% dying to yourself. 100% of laying down your rights."&amp;nbsp; You don't get even one little smidgen of pride, retribution, or finger pointing.&amp;nbsp; It all belongs to me..you..belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dying to self is just no fun. Part of me is always trying to scramble to reserve just a little bit of self for me. What really happens is that your whole 'self' revives it's ugly head if you give room for even the tiniest bit. Selfishness never works. It brings pain, bitterness, and damage every time..to someone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Lord, I'm sorry for not being willing to live wholly for you, with nothing held back. Please give me the grace to withstand the temptations you have allowed in my life. Help me not to complain that the trial is too hard or too long or thinking that it isn't fair. I know that suffering is so GOOD for me however miserable it might feel at the time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In the end, there is peace, joy, patience, and understanding. Today, I feel peace. I see the 'big picture'. All things really do work for my good..and the good of others too. Help me trust that you are in control of even the smallest of details.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Truly, weeping endures for the night, but Joy does come in the morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-1852246958091261985?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1852246958091261985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=1852246958091261985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/1852246958091261985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/1852246958091261985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-10-dying-to-self-fully-living-for.html' title='Day 10: Dying to Self Fully... Living for God..Wholly'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMzSF5Twy7I/TWPcPL2dhpI/AAAAAAAAP7k/ZSC_LavbAhg/s72-c/DSC04364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-8007410969115833342</id><published>2011-02-14T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T15:33:27.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemaking'/><title type='text'>Day 6: Seven Secrets to Making a Happy Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVoYAlMENhI/AAAAAAAAPqw/C5T-eM60yvg/s1600-h/Christian%20Babysits%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Christian Babysits" border="0" height="428" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVoYBzvgeVI/AAAAAAAAPq0/5mP2z63lZYY/Christian%20Babysits_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Christian Babysits" width="515" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you are reading my homemaking blog, then I can safely assume that being a&amp;nbsp; good homemaker is important to you. I”m sure that most of my readers, regardless of their position in life, job or no job, artist or seamstress, Grandma or mom, or wife or single woman have, at heart…a genuine desire to make a beautiful home..even if only for yourself.&amp;nbsp; And most of us have at least one person, spouse, child, or parent living with us and we usually are the ones who take on the ‘job’ of providing&amp;nbsp; a good home for those we love as well as ourselves.&amp;nbsp; Since my blog is expressly written to help you be a better homemaker, it makes sense that I would want to pass on my personal tips on how to be successful in this endeavor.&amp;nbsp; It’s truly taken years for me to get to the place that I felt I was a truly successful homemaker. It might help if I define what I mean by successful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that I’m being successful when I’m faithfully doing my best to provide for my family’s basic needs: food, clothes, clean home, frugal living, education, relationship, with a loving caring heart. Can I do this all by my own wits, creativity, and strength? No..I sure can’t. None of us can do all of this apart from God’s grace.&amp;nbsp; But here are some key things that will help us get as close to this mark as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVoYDDRaNCI/AAAAAAAAPq4/D7mbUQBsoQc/s1600-h/DSC02887_thumb%5B7%5D%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC02887_thumb[7]" border="0" height="289" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVoYDw65ukI/AAAAAAAAPq8/J2Lks3Vv5ys/DSC02887_thumb%5B7%5D_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC02887_thumb[7]" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’d like to tell you that I’m sharing these tips from a good book…not personal experience. But the fact is that I’ve failed in all of these areas at one time or another.&amp;nbsp; Most of these ‘tips’ have been learned the hard way. I’m not saying that I didn’t learn much of this from good teachers and books, but I also had to live it.&amp;nbsp; I couldn’t tell you which book or teacher I got most of this from. I just know it’s true from personal experience. But certainly, God’s word is the foundation for most of the truths shared here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ATTITUDE ~ Take Time to Be Alone With God—First thing..every day or just before bed.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;  The old adage, “If Momma ain’t happy ain’t nobody happy” is 100%  correct. If you are not happy with your spouse, your children, your  circumstances, your income, or anything else… and you express those bad  feelings on a regular basis then all the rest is going to mean nothing  in the eyes of your spouse and children.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When we take time to pray and  read God’s word, we are able to give our worries to God and think  ‘according to truth’. We need the encouragement of knowing the Lord is  with us and holding us up in every difficulty. We need joy...the kind  that helps us rise above whatever circumstances we might be in...and we  need to know we are loved so we can love our children.&amp;nbsp; Stinking  thinking,&amp;nbsp; as Flylady calls it, will make everything you do as a  homemaker worthless in the eyes of those you are making that home for.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  When the Lord fills your cup, then you can fill your families cup and  guide them with wisdom and grace.&amp;nbsp; (See I Cor. 13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVoYEgmHP1I/AAAAAAAAPrA/Xl-lP1S_EM0/s1600-h/Tim%20and%20Donna%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tim and Donna" border="0" height="421" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVoYFr5vMzI/AAAAAAAAPrE/RWcu0V1xYog/Tim%20and%20Donna_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Tim and Donna" width="335" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARRIAGE~ Put Your Hubby First…&amp;nbsp; Love him, respect him, Enjoy him and meet his needs as best you can.&lt;/b&gt; It’s the best gift you can give your children. Get counseling if you need to, read books, and make your marriage the priority.&amp;nbsp; A whole churchful of kids were once polled and asked, “If you could change anything about your home life…what would it be?”&amp;nbsp; The pastor was certain that they would say they wanted more social freedom, more money or nicer things etc.&amp;nbsp; Imagine the shock when the number one response was, “I wish Mom and Dad wouldn’t fight so much. Or it’s always tense. I wish Mom wouldn’t be so mad at Dad.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; By the way, a child-centered home is miserable for everyone and turns your children into little tyrants. You do your kids a big favor by not letting them think that everything revolves around them.&amp;nbsp; (Read the Song of Solomon…This is what marriage is all about!) :o)&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVoYG9mdkcI/AAAAAAAAPrI/6KHXpiXZrZc/s1600-h/DSC00414%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00414" border="0" height="400" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVoYHnYXAFI/AAAAAAAAPrM/sjUbwtz0VTc/DSC00414_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00414" width="516" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOME ~ Give Your Home and Your Family Your Best…not just the leftovers…&lt;/b&gt; Where is your heart and focus?&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Work First, Play Later… &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Laziness and self-indulgence will keep you from ever having a home where your family and spouse will want to be. You can SAY that you love your spouse or children, but if you sit around all day on the computer or watching TV or pursuing your hobbies, they will never believe you and they will be right. Love requires ACTION. Your family and YOU for that matter deserve clean clothes, clean house, meals on time,&amp;nbsp; and more.&amp;nbsp; So what if no one will help. Set the example with a happy heart and everyone will be much more interested in jumping on board. Hobbies, passions, pursuits and even jobs must not be your focus if you want to have a truly happy family and home. Happiness is not ‘doing what you love’ but LOVING what you HAVE to do. Choose to be happy about whatever your season of life is…it Willl change one day. I promise! Proverbs 31:13-17     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FINANCES~ Live Within Your Means – &lt;/b&gt;Overspending and money problems are one of the number one reasons for divorce in this country. If like me, you struggle in this area, talk it over with your spouse. Ask him to take over the finances as I did. Sure I’m a better number cruncher…a budget geek..but I also am more prone to unplanned spending. And I’m somewhat of a pushover. It’s really hard to tell my kids NO even when I know we can’t really afford something. When the teens have to ask DAD for something…well..ha!..they just don’t! LoL!&amp;nbsp; Some of us need the accountability of having both spouses involved. We’ve never fought over money, but partly I think that is just because Hubby is so gracious. But that makes me all the more determined to not spend on frivolous things. When in doubt, ask your spouse! (Proverbs 31: 10-18)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PARENTING~ Take Time for Your Kids …Listen to your Teens&lt;/b&gt;…they want YOU not better stuff..better schools…better car..or bigger house.&amp;nbsp; If you over-schedule your life or theirs, you simply will not have time to play, listen, train your children, be patient during conflict.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you work to build good relationships with your husband and or children…with plenty of down time..just being together and having fun, then you will not only have memories to last a life time and peace in your heart that you have done your best for your kids, you will send them out into the world equipped to have loving families of their own.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Success in any other are of life will taste pretty sour, if you put all of your energy into those things at the expense of your family.&amp;nbsp; Don’t ‘save the whole world and lose your own.’&amp;nbsp; Proverbs 31:26-28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVoYIt6c8hI/AAAAAAAAPrQ/zIePVVyp070/s1600-h/playing%20cards%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="playing cards" border="0" height="409" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVoYJg7O-MI/AAAAAAAAPrU/qTNvjXG8-YU/playing%20cards_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="playing cards" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;REST AND RECREATION&lt;/b&gt;~&amp;nbsp; Doing things together is one of the best medicines for preventing the family dysfunction that plagues our generation. Turn off the TV and the computer…and do something..FUN! Spend time together as a couple and as a family.&amp;nbsp; Tim and I love to play pool, watch airplanes land at night, and watch ‘cerebral’ movies together and we love driving on long trips or short drives, all as a couple. It’s so nice to get out and have some alone time—a rare commodity in a house full of teens. And as a family, we love to camp, play games, (even computer ones), travel, support each other at speech and debate events, and we all love to square dance together. If one person is competing in some event, we all want to be there to cheer them on. And movies are no fun, unless we are all watching them together…and sigh..’critiquing’&amp;nbsp; them together. (We do have some cynics in the family. Ha!)&amp;nbsp; Morning devotions are just one way that we stay close…as well as family dinners. And Mom, it is OK to work on some creative projects! Tim and I love working on our ‘personal’ hobbies sometimes during the week. It’s a great way to ‘re-charge’. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WORSHIP~&lt;/b&gt; If our home is ‘us’ centered rather than God centered, I can pretty much guarantee you that there will be problems.&amp;nbsp; If we or our children don’t know who God is and that he loves them and they don’t know right from wrong or worse don’t even believe there is such a thing…their lives will always have a huge gaping hole. They will fill this hole with drugs, alcohol, bad relationships, or perhaps over achievement, a greedy pursuit of money or things.&amp;nbsp; Teen-suicide is at an all time high in our country. I truly believe it’s because when you have nothing ‘worth dying for..you have nothing worth living for’.&amp;nbsp; They need to know that there is real purpose and meaning to their lives both here and for eternity.&amp;nbsp; Regular worship and learning about God is critical to having a truly happy home. Proverbs 31:19-21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/deuteronomy/11-19.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;19&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;“You shall teach them to your sons, talking of them when you sit in your house and when you walk along the road and when you lie down and when you rise up. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/deuteronomy/11-20.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;20&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;“You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/matthew/18-1.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;In summary&lt;/b&gt;, we can clean our homes, decorate them beautifully, and ‘do it all’ as a woman, but there is no guarantee that we will have a happy home. To do that requires a dedicated focus on caring for and meeting the needs of our family.&amp;nbsp; Really, a happy home has more to do with loving people, than living in a dream house, eating organic food, or doing our ‘duty’.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our family wants US…not a house, food or clothes. It’s the people in a house, and how well they relate to each other that makes a truly happy home. We can make a happy home in a jungle, a tent, or a motel, and if our heart is in it, our home will be happy. I Cor. 13: 1-6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVoYKhWOJOI/AAAAAAAAPrY/zv6mNhUdH3Y/s1600-h/grandma%20with%20ducks%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="grandma with ducks" border="0" height="481" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVoYLV86xiI/AAAAAAAAPrc/3EXh-yXDN1s/grandma%20with%20ducks_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="grandma with ducks" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let’s reflect today on these areas, and ask ourselves if we are doing all we can to love those living in our homes…or if we are a focused on things that don’t last..&amp;nbsp; What do you want to be remembered for?&amp;nbsp; A lovely house, a successful career, your education, appearance, the accomplishments of your children…or for a loving heart…and loving hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-8007410969115833342?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8007410969115833342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=8007410969115833342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/8007410969115833342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/8007410969115833342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-6-seven-secrets-to-making-happy.html' title='Day 6: Seven Secrets to Making a Happy Home'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVoYBzvgeVI/AAAAAAAAPq0/5mP2z63lZYY/s72-c/Christian%20Babysits_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-569888196503158884</id><published>2011-02-13T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:51:34.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><title type='text'>Day 5: When God says No…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVq7TMpj7tI/AAAAAAAAPuo/hOKnbmL-2Eo/s1600-h/DSC01203%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01203" border="0" alt="DSC01203" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVq7T9FRPHI/AAAAAAAAPus/L5sCoSARvik/DSC01203_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="453" height="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This morning, I was reading my devotional book, Keeping a Quiet Heart.&amp;#160; She said something so profound…and yet so true. Sometimes, you can do your very best…and yet the Lord will still let your ship run completely aground.&amp;#160; You see it coming, and you think, “No Lord..You surely wouldn’t do that would you?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why does the Lord sometimes say NO for no discernible reason whatsoever?&amp;#160; Why does he sometimes let a relationship simply not work.&amp;#160; Why should a project fail?Why would he withhold from us some of the normal priceless moments of life…things that would seem to be our natural rights as a parent or grandparent.&amp;#160; What about the birth of a child, marriage, health, etc.&amp;#160; He promises to provide for every need…but he never promised to give us everything we desire or even to guarantee us the normal privileges of every day life.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVq7VGGy3NI/AAAAAAAAPuw/RHmW90UuIcw/s1600-h/DSC04351%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC04351" border="0" alt="DSC04351" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVq7WPQufQI/AAAAAAAAPu0/vYUgH1clsV4/DSC04351_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="448" height="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, as Elisabeth Elliott says it so well, we simply need pruning… but what struck me most was this possibility…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Heaven is not HERE it’s THERE. If we were given all we wanted here, our hearts would settle for this world rather than the next. God is forever luring us up and away from this one, wooing us to Himself and His still invisible Kingdom, where we will certainly find what we so keenly long for.”&amp;#160; Running aground then, is not the end of the world. But it helps to make the world a bit less appealing. It may even be God’s answer to, “Lead us not into temptation”—the temptation complacently to settle for visible things.”&amp;#160; from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Keep-Quiet-Heart-Elisabeth-Elliot/dp/0892839066"&gt;Keep a Quiet Heart.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I thought of this the day I accidentally deleted a Windows Live album on Picasa web albums. All of my hard work…plunk..gone with one key. It will take weeks to repair and replace photos. I probably won’t replace them all.&amp;#160; I couldn’t quite see why the Lord couldn’t have just stopped me before that last little key stroke. But he didn’t. It was really a small thing…a blog…compared to things like losing a loved one, or having a house sale fall through…or never getting pregnant.&amp;#160; Those are all biggies to varying degrees.&amp;#160; The Lord did get me on this though.&amp;#160; Do I love HIM most? Am I spending more time with him…than on my blog? Is it really for him…or for me?&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVq7XLqQsYI/AAAAAAAAPu4/m2hkzGcClZc/s1600-h/DSC04273%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC04273" border="0" alt="DSC04273" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVq7X0p3IpI/AAAAAAAAPu8/qQboc6YD_rY/DSC04273_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="436" height="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s very easy for me to enjoy life here. I LOVE life! I love making things, doing things, and spending time with my family. I love cleaning house and decorating…and taking photos. I love dates with hubby. But these are all temporary pleasures. My house could burn down tomorrow…&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I may have to quit sewing one day due to my circulation problems.&amp;#160; I could lose a family member in a moment. It’s awful to think of.&amp;#160; I’m glad the Lord reminded me that HE is jealous of my heart and affection.&amp;#160; It was a painful lesson..but not as painful as it could of been.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m thanking the Lord for the blessings he’s given me..and enjoying every moment I have with those I love.&amp;#160; But Lord, I’ll still love you, even if you take some of those&amp;#160; things away.&amp;#160; After all…It’s your kingdom that I want most! Thank you for letting some things run aground.&amp;#160; As the hymn writer sang, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;O to grace how great a debtor   &lt;br /&gt;Daily I’m constrained to be!    &lt;br /&gt;Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,    &lt;br /&gt;Bind my wandering heart to Thee.    &lt;br /&gt;Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,    &lt;br /&gt;Prone to leave the God I love;    &lt;br /&gt;Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,    &lt;br /&gt;Seal it for Thy courts above.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Listen &lt;a href="http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/c/o/comethou.htm"&gt;here..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Blessings…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Donna&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-569888196503158884?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/569888196503158884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=569888196503158884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/569888196503158884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/569888196503158884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-5-when-god-says-no.html' title='Day 5: When God says No…'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVq7T9FRPHI/AAAAAAAAPus/L5sCoSARvik/s72-c/DSC01203_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-3203041166742181046</id><published>2011-02-13T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T09:10:31.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Day 4: Faith versus My Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/isaiah/55-8.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVqxeh4Jw3I/AAAAAAAAPuA/d71ROFNQUXs/s1600-h/DSC04366%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC04366" border="0" alt="DSC04366" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVqxfbAlm5I/AAAAAAAAPuE/NwSR7GvztEA/DSC04366_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="297" height="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“For My thoughts are not your thoughts,    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Nor are your ways My ways,” declares the LORD. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/isaiah/55-9.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“For &lt;i&gt;as&lt;/i&gt; the heavens are higher than the earth,    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; So are My ways higher than your ways    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; And My thoughts than your thoughts. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Isaiah 55:8-9&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Having one of those PMS days? I know all about that.&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;One of the most important lessons I’ve learned over the years is NOT to rely on my ‘feelings’&lt;/strong&gt;. I’ve historically been one of the most emotionally driven people I know. In a way, hitting ‘menopause’ has been one of the most blessed events of my life! Hurrah!! Now I get to sit and ‘stoically’ respond to the ups and downs of life without looking like I’ve lost my mind.&amp;#160; I look pretty mature no matter what the circumstances… So this is how the male world feels?! Wow..awesome!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You just can’t imagine how hard it is to ‘look’ like a mature responsible adult&amp;#160; when you cry about absolutely everything!&amp;#160; Does your family have to ask, “Are those happy tears or sad tears Mom?”&amp;#160; Poor Tim…I don’t know how he has managed to stay sane while living with my hormonal ups and downs.&amp;#160; Whether happy, sad, angry, or tired..I’ll probably cry.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; He and Eleanor&amp;#160; (of Sense and Sensibility) have a lot in common. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hormone days, as I call ‘that time of the month’ are the craziest of all.&lt;/strong&gt; Thank goodness..I don’t get mad as I know some women do, but I will cry at the absolute drop of the hat. Like Marianne, I just weep and weep…&amp;#160; The funny thing is that after years of this cyclical event, I’m now no longer ‘caught off guard’.&amp;#160; How do I know nothing is wrong? Ah..I just know.&amp;#160; I began to realize, early on in my married life, that if I was suddenly overly upset or anguished about something and knew that I normally wasn’t upset about the issue…then it must be ‘the day’ or fast approaching. It helped me to separate true issues that needed to be resolved over just the emotional upheaval of my hormonal roller coaster ride.&amp;#160; It makes sense to mark the day on a calendar..and then warn the whole family…hormone day is coming? Watch out…it’s ‘that time of the month’.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It might be good to note here that we women probably need to remember that having a PMS day is no excuse to let our hubby or family ‘have it’…just because we are feeling bad. &lt;/strong&gt;I had that little ‘talk’ with Rebekah when she was eleven.&amp;#160; For some totally unexplained reason…she just about pummelled her little brother Christian. All he was doing was waving monopoly money in her face…over and over again. Normally, she would just laugh it off and make him stop. But that day…well..he got more than he bargained for.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I quickly realized that Rebekah must be on the verge of that hormonal transition that we women all make around that time of life. So we had ‘the talk’. Yes, you&amp;#160; may&lt;em&gt; feel&lt;/em&gt; like walloping your brother more than you normally do..but we musn’t give in to those feelings.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’ve learned to give ourselves a ‘time out’ from normal life at times like that&lt;/strong&gt;. Kind of like the werewolf who locked himself in at night so he wouldn’t ‘wreak havoc’ while in his ‘wolf’ form, I’ve sometimes been tempted to do the same thing myself. Ha!&amp;#160; What I have done is make a point of not making any decision or even allowing myself to THINK about anything truly important at that time.&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;That’s a good rule of thumb period. If you are upset…then put off those big discussions and decisions for at least 24 hours.&amp;#160; And don’t have major discussions with dear hubby at night. Bad idea.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; You’re both tired. Wait till morning! Things look so much brighter and reasonable in the morning!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Why did the Lord orchestrate the arrival of menopause to coincide with the hormonal upheaval of puberty in five teenagers? I don’t know…except that he may just have a strange sense of humor..or maybe he wants to show just how awesome and powerful he really is! Tee-hee! If He can keep us all loving and gracious in the midst of that storm, which he has, then He’s pretty awesome right?&amp;#160; I do know that it has been during this last few years of family ‘hormonal’ stew, that I’ve learned to walk a lot more by faith..and less by my feelings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVqxg8wFAuI/AAAAAAAAPuI/aebehVf-31Q/s1600-h/DSC04242%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC04242" border="0" alt="DSC04242" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVqxiD9UytI/AAAAAAAAPuM/VnHZiirF5IA/DSC04242_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="469" height="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’ve had to live more on my knees…and I’ve learned NOT to trust my judgment so much. I’ve learned to pray truly in faith..knowing I just couldn’t do it on my own. &lt;strong&gt;It’s so hard to be ‘objective’ when emotions are overwhelming you.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; That’s why I’ve learned to ‘love the Lord with all of my mind’. I’ve finally learned that what I think is going to overflow into how I feel. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As Flylady says so well, we need to get rid of ‘stinking thinking’.&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;That’s what devotions are all about…renewing our mind.&lt;/strong&gt; God’s ways really aren’t our ways, nor are his thoughts our thoughts.&amp;#160; It really doesn’t matter how I feel…what matters is what does the bible say. What is the truth?&amp;#160; If he says it, that really does settle. No need to worry about how I feel.&amp;#160; God is there..unchanging..faithful…loving me, loving my family, caring for us in every way whether it ‘feels’ like it or not.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;All of this ran through my mind during my devotions today. I got away to spend time with the Lord and didn’t feel anything…at all. But I did it anyway. I read his word, I worshiped him, I prayed about everything that needed to be prayed about, and I just sat there in His presence knowing that he really was ‘present’. So what if I didn’t ‘feel’ anything?&amp;#160; It doesn’t change the facts. God is there…listening and always will be.&amp;#160; Sometimes, I’m really grateful that I have these times of feeling nothing..however much they may be hormonally related..because it gives me a chance to truly walk by ‘faith’.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; As Bill Gothard said, &lt;strong&gt;“Sometimes, reading God’s word is like cereal…dry..but nourishing!”&amp;#160; So true…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVqxj81ZIhI/AAAAAAAAPuQ/6ZKmZdlmQBA/s1600-h/DSC04367%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC04367" border="0" alt="DSC04367" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVqxlC1keSI/AAAAAAAAPuY/rnVxPTiZxmo/DSC04367_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="471" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today I was reminded to meditate on his word, pray, and love him…with all my mind…as well as with all my heart.&amp;#160; Just like water and sunshine cause&amp;#160; a plant to grow…basking in the sunshine and watering of the Lord’s word and presence will help me grow too.&amp;#160; I don’t have to see it happening…I just know it. :o)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Isaiah 55:10-11&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/isaiah/55-10.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven,    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; And do not return there without watering the earth    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; And making it bear and sprout,    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; And furnishing seed to the sower and bread to the eater; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/isaiah/55-11.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So will My word be which goes forth from My mouth;    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; It will not return to Me empty,    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Without accomplishing what I desire,    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; And without succeeding &lt;i&gt;in the matter&lt;/i&gt; for which I sent it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-3203041166742181046?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3203041166742181046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=3203041166742181046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/3203041166742181046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/3203041166742181046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-4-faith-versus-my-feelings.html' title='Day 4: Faith versus My Feelings'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVqxfbAlm5I/AAAAAAAAPuE/NwSR7GvztEA/s72-c/DSC04366_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-5463904587390901367</id><published>2011-02-10T11:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:11:14.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worry'/><title type='text'>Day 3 What’s my Focus…the Future..the Past…or Today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVQ58VVY0gI/AAAAAAAAPio/ysGaUctkhWs/s1600-h/DSC04246%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC04246" border="0" alt="DSC04246" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVQ586xbfnI/AAAAAAAAPis/oc6SGZkXL9w/DSC04246_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="395" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/philippians/4-6.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/philippians/4-6.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/philippians/4-7.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6,7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;This afternoon, I decided to take the kids to work and school myself, rather than have them go alone.&amp;#160; I had no idea that that decision would give me the time alone with the Lord that I needed so much today.&amp;#160; This is beginning to happen a lot lately. I told the Lord that I needed to spend more time with him..but I&amp;#160; was feeling rather hopeless about finding that time. If it relied on my own consistency it was unlikely that I would keep up with the 30/30 challenge.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess it didn’t rely on me as much as I thought, since the Lord, again, found a way to get me alone with him. Dropping the kids off, I was left with two hours to kill..and decided to get lunch and put on my makeup before going to Starbucks. While I sat eating, I decided to read my devotional..Keeping a Quiet Heart. I read several chapters before I came across the one about the uselessness of worry. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/matthew/6-27.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew 6:27&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Elisabeth was saying that worrying about anything is not only unscriptural…but useless.&amp;#160; We can’t DO anything about the past except to make restitution.. We can’t undo the past—like the fact that I’m overweight, caused pain in a relationship with a child, or didn’t handle my dad’s money affairs as carefully as I felt I should have. We can’t do anything about possible future problems either…like a child going astray, a child getting hurt or killed. In other words, I shouldn’t get all grieved and in knots over ‘future’ crisis that have not even occurred yet or past events that are already said and done.&amp;#160; All I have any control over at all is &lt;i&gt;today&lt;/i&gt;..now…&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;What I had forgotten,&amp;#160; until the Lord reminded me of it , is that the past and the future are both HIS province..not mine.&amp;#160; I can’t turn back the clock..nor can I stop the problems that may occur in the future. Things have gone wrong and will go wrong..bad will happen..just as good things will. But the future is beyond&amp;#160; my control. If I grieve over future possible bad events..all I’ve done is grieve twice…once now when the bad thing hasn’t happened and again when it does..if it does.&amp;#160; What a waste!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Worrying keeps me from doing anything to repair the past or prevent future problems by freezing me in my tracks. It almost becomes a form of self-pity.&amp;#160; If I’m so busy mentally wallowing in my failures and my fear of future failures..what I’m really doing is making the whole situation worse by my own inaction. Worry and fear stop us cold in our tracks.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVQ5-NfWZ0I/AAAAAAAAPiw/MvC3CBqm5ds/s1600-h/DSC04374%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC04374" border="0" alt="DSC04374" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVQ5-53q64I/AAAAAAAAPi0/hPkhnt_ayic/DSC04374_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="415" height="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is God’s job to worry about both the past and the future. All he asks of me is to leave those two areas in his hands and simply trust Him..that he is handling those things… I’ve seen enough miracles in my own life and the life of my kids to know he is CAPABLE. The hall of fame is lined with miraculous ways in which God has provided for our family and it&amp;#160; should be more than enough. But Faith can carry all the rest.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Instead, like a child, I must simply pray, trust, and obey.&amp;#160; I can’t undo past wrongs..and I can’t guarantee I will do the right things tomorrow…but I can OBEY TODAY…right now.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Today…I can eat healthy foods. Today.. I can stop eating when I’m full..and not eat that sweet or fatty food.&amp;#160; Today…I can exercise or go for a walk. Today, I can choose NOT to react to my child’s ‘supposed’ bad attitude…and look beyond..and attempt to understand the underlying causes of the bad attitude rather than throw a guilt trip on them for being upset and saying so.&amp;#160; Today I can be loving and gracious to my kids…and respectful and affectionate to my husband.&amp;#160; Today….I can spend time with the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today, I can pray about the things outside of my control and ask the Lord to intervene. Prayerless living is a ridiculous proof of self-reliance and doomed to failure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I need to acknowledge that I’ve failed…I’m overweight, I’ve hurt my children..and husband…I’ve spent too much money…I haven’t been diligent enough with my Dad’s affairs…I’ve procrastinated too many times and my projects are piled up..and I’m behind.&amp;#160; I &lt;i&gt;can &lt;/i&gt;make restitution where I’m able..but only TODAY can I do anything to repair past mistakes or&amp;#160; make tomorrow better.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVQ5_qLawJI/AAAAAAAAPi4/pxTR31OCMJA/s1600-h/DSC04358%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC04358" border="0" alt="DSC04358" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVQ6ACz4uFI/AAAAAAAAPi8/oxD3mxGAbAo/DSC04358_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="383" height="495" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;If I will do what I know is right TODAY…then the future will take care of itself. If I sit and worry or wallow in self-pity…I only dig the pit a little deeper…entrench the bad habits further…and I don’t get to live in the joy and peace of God’s love, his meticulous care, and his grace covering all my sins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Worry is easy and natural and requires no effort on my part.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Obedience is hard work..but it is not too hard….I can do this. If I get so focused on my fear of future or growing problems, I will not be free to focus on the solutions to my present difficulties.&amp;#160; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;This command I am giving you today is not too difficult for you to understand, and it is not beyond your reach. Deuteronomy 30:11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you Lord for showing me what you would have of me…today.&amp;#160; Help me to obey… in all these things. Help me to pray for those things outside of my control..because prayer does change things.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-5463904587390901367?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5463904587390901367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=5463904587390901367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/5463904587390901367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/5463904587390901367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2011/02/whats-my-focusthe-futurethe-pastor.html' title='Day 3 What’s my Focus…the Future..the Past…or Today?'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVQ586xbfnI/AAAAAAAAPis/oc6SGZkXL9w/s72-c/DSC04246_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-189256411307083685</id><published>2011-02-09T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T16:10:44.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Day 2  Listening...the Key to Loving My Teens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmniB6BDHiE/TVRD0TYSIcI/AAAAAAAAPjA/5KuPUFGICI8/s1600/DSC04276.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmniB6BDHiE/TVRD0TYSIcI/AAAAAAAAPjA/5KuPUFGICI8/s400/DSC04276.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having only one car has given the kids and I a lot more time together...and amazingly..given me a lot of time away from home and all the distractions that keep me from spending any real quiet time with the Lord. It seems that from the minute I get up until the minute I get to bed..there are distractions, interruptions, tasks, and temptations to do any number of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When I decided to join Rebekah's 30/30 challenge, well..I wasn't sure I could really do it. But the Lord knew I really WANTED to and NEEDED to. So guess what..he just made it happen.&amp;nbsp; Here I was happily typing away...leaving comments...blogging etc. and the local junior college while waiting for a son to get out of class. After about an hour..my computer just flaked out.. Who knows what happened... but I almost think the Lord 'pulled' the plug out. LoL! Does He do that?&amp;nbsp; Well....I think it's just possible...&lt;br /&gt;
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So I packed up and drove to Chili's to pick up Rebekah. I thought I'd get her and then go back and get Jacob.&amp;nbsp; So I'm just sitting in the parking lot...worrying about the Tuesday Tea post I wrote..and would it upset anyone...Did the Lord really want me to write it or not?&amp;nbsp; Who knows..It's done and in his hands for better or worse. Regardless, my stomach was just in knots...I was worrying about a lot of things..the least of which was my blog. :o) I decided to just turn on the Christian radio station...hoping some light and grace would shine in the midst of my discouraged outlook. It just isn't normal at all for me to feel like this. I'm normally so optimistic!&amp;nbsp; But it's been about a week of feeling uneasy without really know what I was feeling uneasy about.&lt;br /&gt;
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One thing that was weighing on me&amp;nbsp; is certainly that I hadn't heard from my son in Afghanistan since his anguished call telling us his best friend had just blown up. And he wouldn't reply to my messages... It's hard to communicate when you are in shock and miserable.&amp;nbsp; I had to remind myself that the Lord was right there with him and could comfort him much better than I ever could. So I'd been praying day and night for this poor troubled son..the only one who has had so much difficulty as an adult.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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As I listened to the music..and the words..the SON did indeed begin to shine. I began to feel peace...and I began to hear from the Lord about one of the things most weighing on my heart this week.&amp;nbsp; I'd had a misunderstanding with one child..tending to react to negative statements being made very loudly...without really looking deeper into WHY there was so much reaction and 'bad attitude'.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know better than to just react. But it's so easy to do. One child or another is jumping on another..and my first response is to jump on said child for their 'bad attitude'.&amp;nbsp; So I just make the bickering kids stop. Partly it's to limit the damage being done by the unkind or harsh statements. But partly, I was just too busy to get to the bottom of the problem.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For some reason, I just haven't been paying good attention to my responsibility as a parent to really work with the kids. The one thing I can do, if I take the trouble, is help the kids to talk through why they are upset..and also to help them understand the other kid's perspective too.&amp;nbsp; I'd forgotten the hard learned lesson I had really grasped several years ago when the kids were all younger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Listening is the quickest way to a teenager's heart.&amp;nbsp; They will never feel accepted and understood..if I don't ignore the 'surface' sin and try to get to the bottom of why they are saying the things they are.&amp;nbsp; Listening helps me understand...and clears away their own bad feelings enough to see things from the other child's point of view.&amp;nbsp; When I listen...then they are able to listen too. When everyone is listening to everyone else's perspective..then there is true communication...true resolution..and real relationship.&lt;br /&gt;
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Listening says.."I Love You" louder than anything else I can possibly do as a mother. And Listening without JUDGEMENT. Just because a child is angry does not make them the culprit in the conflict. Nor does it make them innocent.&amp;nbsp; Usually, conflicts in the home are very complicated. Who knows what came first..the chicken or the egg.&amp;nbsp; But if I am faithful to parent from the Lord's perspective..equipped by my own quiet times of prayer and reading in God's word, then eventually conflicts will be resolved..more quickly..and soon we will only be dealing with current difficulties..not&amp;nbsp; weeks of unresolved problems leading to bitterness on all sides.&lt;br /&gt;
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To keep short accounts, I have to deal with every conflict..until it really is completely resolved. This takes time..&amp;nbsp; It's the most important job that I, as a mom, have to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lord, please forgive me for not listening like I should have...for not taking the time to listen..for being too self-centered to realize the spiritual significance of every moment of time I spend investing in my children's lives.&amp;nbsp; Their relationships with each other and with me will affect everyone they meet for the next 60 years. I need to take time to stop talking...stop doing...and listen. To guide, encourage..and perhaps lovingly correct. You will show me what is really needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-189256411307083685?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/189256411307083685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=189256411307083685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/189256411307083685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/189256411307083685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2011/02/listeningthe-key-to-loving-my-teens.html' title='Day 2  Listening...the Key to Loving My Teens'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmniB6BDHiE/TVRD0TYSIcI/AAAAAAAAPjA/5KuPUFGICI8/s72-c/DSC04276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-7450939871286390412</id><published>2011-02-08T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T16:10:23.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wholeness'/><title type='text'>Day 1 Accepted, Loved, Whole..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVIodckUBbI/AAAAAAAAPfg/7CtGf6nJhGI/s1600/lena%2527s+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVIodckUBbI/AAAAAAAAPfg/7CtGf6nJhGI/s400/lena%2527s+cake.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Jeremiah+31:3&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Jeremiah 31:3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The LORD appeared to us in the past,  saying:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“I have &lt;b&gt;loved&lt;/b&gt; you with an &lt;b&gt;everlasting&lt;/b&gt; love;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rebekah, my daughter, started a blog to journal her reflections as she spends 30 minutes every day for the next 30 days with the Lord. It was a challenge she set for herself..and I asked to join her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so amazed..and dumbfounded to read her thoughts..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know the Lord had done so much in her heart. Like her Dad, she is better at expressing her thoughts in writing than verbally. I was awed and humbled to see how God was working in her..and how beautiful her faith really was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was in awe of the &lt;i&gt;wholeness&lt;/i&gt; in her. I only just began to experience that in the last ten years. Growing up in the pain, darkness, and self-doubt that I did,&amp;nbsp; has made me more of a survivor of many battles than a trusting child of a loving father.&amp;nbsp; The wounds still show..you can hear them when I write...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a mother, though,&amp;nbsp; I feel almost like breathing this huge sigh of relief. My kids did not suffer as I did. They know that they are loved..safe...secure in God's hands.&amp;nbsp; It's such a miracle..that I didn't repeat the past...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took me years to know that I'm loved... And even now the doubts creep in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've finally begun to understand that the Lord needs broken, wounded people, who have been healed...as much as he needs whole people full of light and unshakable confidence to show the 'whole message' of his grace and power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVInZmP9XWI/AAAAAAAAPfU/TF3-9DOUPUc/s1600/Lena+opens+gifts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVInZmP9XWI/AAAAAAAAPfU/TF3-9DOUPUc/s640/Lena+opens+gifts.jpg" width="574" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rebekah speaks from the place of someone who has known love all of her life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and has no reason to doubt that love in the midst of the trials of that life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;however painful they may be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I read her words and thoughts..I'm in awe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sit and gaze at the Power and the Goodness..and the Reality of God in a person's life. I can hardly understand it because it is so foreign to my natural understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am almost always working from the position of coming out of great darkness into his marvelous light. I'm afraid my words reveal the deep hurts of the past...&amp;nbsp; It fills me with compassion for the hurting..the wounded..the lost.. I understand them so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVIoZQKUBYI/AAAAAAAAPfc/wSjeuhFi4Uo/s1600/jewelry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVIoZQKUBYI/AAAAAAAAPfc/wSjeuhFi4Uo/s640/jewelry.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The past doesn't cripple me but it can derail me if I'm not staying close to the Lord. I'm so often filled with joy..and peace. But my perspective is still that of the prodigal daughter who still can't believe I'm wearing a clean robe, and a ring on my finger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I marvel at the beauty of my heavenly place in my Father's house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can it be real? Will it last? Surely I don't belong here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There must be some mistake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and yet the Lord knows I that I feel that way sometimes..That I'm timid..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and He graciously takes my hand and draws me in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the assurance that I'm accepted unconditionally..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Accepted in the Beloved...faults and all..failures and all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sinfulness looms large in my mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when I read my daughter's words...and when I take time to be still and listen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVIpcH7gwiI/AAAAAAAAPfk/Rg0Z_LOl0cc/s1600/lena+and+mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVIpcH7gwiI/AAAAAAAAPfk/Rg0Z_LOl0cc/s640/lena+and+mom.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see the light of God's love and grace...Pure, Strong..Whole...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unshakeable...Immovable..Unconditional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Lord for rescuing me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Help me stay close because you know that&amp;nbsp; I simply can't walk alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-7450939871286390412?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7450939871286390412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=7450939871286390412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/7450939871286390412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/7450939871286390412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2011/02/accepted-loved-whole.html' title='Day 1 Accepted, Loved, Whole..'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TVIodckUBbI/AAAAAAAAPfg/7CtGf6nJhGI/s72-c/lena%2527s+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-2658694493960391709</id><published>2011-01-01T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:10:09.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><title type='text'>Enter in Anew...a good song for a New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TR_P29wLFCI/AAAAAAAAOZo/MKeUBjkOjcs/s1600/tulilp+tree+signed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TR_P29wLFCI/AAAAAAAAOZo/MKeUBjkOjcs/s640/tulilp+tree+signed.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You are the song I'm singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You are the air I'm breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's why I don't mind bringing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;All I am to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Your Spirit is so life giving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Your Word I am believing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's why I'm happy living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Unto you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I will enter in anew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;into the Spirit..that is You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I will enter in anew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and worship you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I will enter in anew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and give my heart to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I will enter in anew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;in all I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll worship you...in all I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;By Donna C. Rodgers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;all rights reserved&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some of you may already know that I love to write poetry and music. Friday night, I spent the evening listening to new songs and sharing my own with Joey, Marcus, and Anthony, for our first ever 'song writers' meeting.&amp;nbsp; We all go to the same church and write either music, lyrics, or both.&amp;nbsp; Dan, one of our pastors, who is also a song writer, couldn't be there. Joey, is our worship leader, and he is an incredibly knowledgeable and talented musician.&amp;nbsp; He will be teaching us theory and giving us 'assignments' to work on.&amp;nbsp; But one of the reasons for the get-together, which is very informal, is to play our latest song or two and get feedback and help from everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had already written the song below and it just wasn't working. I posted it a while back &lt;a href="http://thehomemakingarts.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-are-holy-you-are-great.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You can see the words and listen to a video of me playing the original version there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Frankly, it just didn't feel right to me. I love the chorus for the most part, but not the verses. I wrote so many poems growing up that I tend to 'over rhyme' and over structure my music. It literally comes out that way with very little effort on my part. But I don't want it to be stuck in the '80's. I want it to be more contemporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I learned three great things that helped me refurbish this song and make it more contemporary in style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First, that every Key, like for instance the Key of C which includes, C, F, and G, also has three minor and one diminished chord that belong in the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It is very easy to transition between the three major chords using the related minor ones.&amp;nbsp; Instead of feeling limited to only three chords to write a tune with, I now have SEVEN!! I wanted to write a more worshipful melody to match the message. The original melody I wrote was just too up beat which didn't compliment the message of the song.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, I spent several hours writing a new tune for the verses. I had already come up with a new tune for the chorus, but not for the verses. It's so much better now I think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The second thing I learned is that it is very common for song writers to come up with a great chorus and then have blah verses.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;That was very true of this one.&amp;nbsp; And I tend to make my verses too rhyme-y. I haven't been able to develop the 'prose' style that is so common in contemporary music until this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
F&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ollowing Joey's suggestion, I summarized the main ideas of my verses and then tried to work with that. It was amazing! I was able to break out of my old-fashioned rhyming pattern. &amp;nbsp; Joey challenged me to go home and just play the verse melody over and over until I got it the way I wanted. However, having the extra chords really made this easy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;In my song, I used the key of C. Here are the chords that make up that key along with the rest of the minor chords that belong to that family according to the&amp;nbsp; Roman System. The Roman capitals represent the major chords used for the key of C...but you space them out to allow for two minors in the 2 and 3 position and a minor in the 6 position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My songs almost always use only the major chords which are colored in red. By adding the minor chords that go with them, I can add so much more variety and interest to the song!&amp;nbsp; The pattern of my chorus is 1 5 4, and now my new verses are mostly 2, 4, 5.&amp;nbsp; I love my new song now!! I can't wait to bring it to our next meeting. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You are Holy, You are Great.. (new version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Csus&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Lord, Your Word's a spotlight&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Shining on our hearts,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; F &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Showing us just who we really are.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;And as we bow before you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Minds filled with regret,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Holy Spirit calls us to repent,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the sacrifice you paid is glad - ly - spent...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and we cry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Csus &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Gsus &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You are Holy, You are great,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;You are worthy of our praise.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Csus &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Gsus &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You are Lord, and You are king&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; F &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;To you alone we sing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; F &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Csus-C &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;To you alone we sing.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You made us for your pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Our souls are yours alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your love will always keep us close - to - you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You called us on this journey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and your sovereign hand will guide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You are always right there by our side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And In your awesome presence we will abide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, this wasn't the best recording I've ever done, but I really wanted to share it with you guys. I thought you might enjoy this little 'peek' into how i write music and what can sometimes go into the process.&amp;nbsp; I'm always so thrilled when a song 'comes to me'. I never know when that is going to happen, but it is always a special day for me when a new song is born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85796/donnacrodgers/1e49bbc432ed4a57017bd450a861c949.png" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&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/7144123754712578764-5892555727555549320?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5892555727555549320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=5892555727555549320' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/5892555727555549320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/5892555727555549320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-song-you-are-holyyou-are-great.html' title='New Song: You Are Holy..You are Great...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TF95nOGKV3I/AAAAAAAALnY/2kPMipfDMHw/s72-c/acoustic-guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-3634943658812496409</id><published>2010-05-23T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T16:19:32.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Our Love...a song about our marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S_m29dVk-zI/AAAAAAAAKK0/teUaNLDf3l0/s1600/Tim+and+Donna+wedding+pix+008_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S_m29dVk-zI/AAAAAAAAKK0/teUaNLDf3l0/s400/Tim+and+Donna+wedding+pix+008_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I  don't sing very professionally, but if you'd like to hear a pretty  little song that I wrote for Tim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;when we  first got married &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/lxmoa82ejm"&gt;click  here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are the words....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our  Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When first we met and hearts did greet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;some  special something woke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;With friendly smiles and  openness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and kindly words we spoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then happy times and visions shared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and  fellowship in God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Brought oneness and companionship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the  first fruits of our love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;chorus: Our love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;is as strong as a  mountain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;as sweet as a meadow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;as  deep as the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;is as gentle as a whisper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our  love is all that love was meant to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;because  it comes from God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;our love will last..until eternity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm  so glad that God chose you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;for  me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S_m3L_N5UaI/AAAAAAAAKK8/hAPig8jtVgM/s1600/honeymoon_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="347" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S_m3L_N5UaI/AAAAAAAAKK8/hAPig8jtVgM/s400/honeymoon_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When it was young our  love was like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the glow of burning embers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;so  quick to grow yet fragile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;oh yes, my heart  remembers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But now our loves keeps  growing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;as time moves swiftly on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;we  find a love more steady,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and a fire burning  strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S_m3VZS8SAI/AAAAAAAAKLE/m9a7XpxnqhQ/s1600/Donna+and+Tim-400_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S_m3VZS8SAI/AAAAAAAAKLE/m9a7XpxnqhQ/s400/Donna+and+Tim-400_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The struggles and the burdens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the weakness in the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;gives the other chance to live and love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;in the image of the Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I know our love will  blossom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;our hearts, the hurts, will prune,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and  oneness by the Grace of God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;will keep our love in  bloom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-3634943658812496409?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3634943658812496409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=3634943658812496409' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/3634943658812496409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/3634943658812496409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-sing-very-professionally-but-if.html' title='Our Love...a song about our marriage'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S_m29dVk-zI/AAAAAAAAKK0/teUaNLDf3l0/s72-c/Tim+and+Donna+wedding+pix+008_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-7594993143936852878</id><published>2010-05-23T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:55:44.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart of a Servant'/><title type='text'>The Heart of a Servant  ....about parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S_mwmE3v65I/AAAAAAAAKKU/1AG-iaVza78/s1600/school.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S_mwmE3v65I/AAAAAAAAKKU/1AG-iaVza78/s320/school.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Heart of a Servant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wash the dishes, clean the clothes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cook our supper, wipe a nose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little things I daily do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how I honor you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pay the bills and mow the lawn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daily working at my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take out garbage, wash the van,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gladly doing all I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S_mwrgpyWaI/AAAAAAAAKKs/aDTjwqq_x_M/s1600/See+this+is+helping.jpg2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S_mwrgpyWaI/AAAAAAAAKKs/aDTjwqq_x_M/s320/See+this+is+helping.jpg2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And Lord at the end of the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we bow on our knees to pray,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you be able to say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That we had the heart of a Servant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doing all you have asked us to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The heart of a servant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doing what no one else will do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, Let us be...Servants for thee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S_mwnYYSsEI/AAAAAAAAKKc/xqITTKxNv20/s1600/Baby+Shower+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S_mwnYYSsEI/AAAAAAAAKKc/xqITTKxNv20/s320/Baby+Shower+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read a story, sing a song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teach my children right from wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss my husband, Take a meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These things make my worship real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Romp and tussle, wipe their tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray for children, calm their fears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hug my wife, and hold my child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These things make my life worthwhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S_mwopFk3JI/AAAAAAAAKKk/lmO33N1QLhE/s1600/Lena+plays+while+CLR+does+school.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S_mwopFk3JI/AAAAAAAAKKk/lmO33N1QLhE/s320/Lena+plays+while+CLR+does+school.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridge: And Lord at the end of the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we bow on our knees to pray,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you be able to say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That we had the heart of a Servant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doing  all you have asked us to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The  heart of a servant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doing what no one  else will do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, Let us be...Servants for thee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by Donna C. Rodgers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't got the music posted online yet, but hopefully soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-7594993143936852878?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7594993143936852878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=7594993143936852878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/7594993143936852878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/7594993143936852878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2010/05/heart-of-servant-about-parenting.html' title='The Heart of a Servant  ....about parenting'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S_mwmE3v65I/AAAAAAAAKKU/1AG-iaVza78/s72-c/school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-2924675947033579655</id><published>2010-04-30T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T10:14:07.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>I took a Walk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sx8y8kG3Z4I/AAAAAAAACg8/2OviUySh4SQ/s1600-h/100_0788-400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sx8y8kG3Z4I/AAAAAAAACg8/2OviUySh4SQ/s400/100_0788-400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sx8wnc5a1WI/AAAAAAAACgk/-UxN7dN0deg/s1600-h/Colin+Rodgers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I took a walk to see the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sx8wnc5a1WI/AAAAAAAACgk/-UxN7dN0deg/s1600-h/Colin+Rodgers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sx8wnc5a1WI/AAAAAAAACgk/-UxN7dN0deg/s400/Colin+Rodgers.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; mine is so small...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And saw a mountain combing a cloud's hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; so majestic and tall....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sx86SHpq2kI/AAAAAAAAChQ/Q3Bu_XVXLSo/s1600-h/new+zealand+birds+in+violets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="353" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sx86SHpq2kI/AAAAAAAAChQ/Q3Bu_XVXLSo/s400/new+zealand+birds+in+violets.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I clutched a violet to my bosom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; her breath is so very sweet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sx8vwU8qKpI/AAAAAAAACgU/SMxxpETBRRE/s1600-h/Evening+sky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sx8vwU8qKpI/AAAAAAAACgU/SMxxpETBRRE/s400/Evening+sky.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and watched the sunset...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;............giving the earth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sx8zyTurM_I/AAAAAAAAChE/WaHQGU718U0/s1600-h/Moon+rise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sx8zyTurM_I/AAAAAAAAChE/WaHQGU718U0/s400/Moon+rise.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a time to rest its feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;by Donna C Rodgers age 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Photo Credits... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Photo 1- by Donna in Germany at the Christmas Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Photo 2 -by Donna in Hawaii of first grandson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Photo 2- by Tim (hubby) in New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Photo 3 - by Tim&amp;nbsp; in New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Photo 4 - by Donna in our backyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Photo 5- by Tim in our backyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-2924675947033579655?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2924675947033579655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=2924675947033579655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/2924675947033579655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/2924675947033579655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-took-walk.html' title='I took a Walk...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sx8y8kG3Z4I/AAAAAAAACg8/2OviUySh4SQ/s72-c/100_0788-400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-4354877582286587829</id><published>2010-04-02T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:35:08.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>A beautiful spring afternoon with just hubby and me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S7ZWcTViMOI/AAAAAAAAHrw/_Njcx-qffpc/s1600/Spring+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S7ZaMKRXz1I/AAAAAAAAHso/-qUwYxebQpk/s1600/Spring+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S7ZaMKRXz1I/AAAAAAAAHso/-qUwYxebQpk/s640/Spring+010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But if we walk in the Light as He Himself is in the Light, we have fellowship with one another,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; and the blood of Jesus His Son cleanses us from all sin. I John 1:7&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Today, well..it's beautiful...exquisite actually! Days like this are why we moved out here to the country. We didn't go looking for country..just somewhere that we could breathe and have privacy. Tim and I really like the privacy of not having neighbors who can see everything you do and are constantly aware of your comings and goings. So we ended up here...at last!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S7ZWxko2FmI/AAAAAAAAHsA/_srpRxU5gVQ/s1600/Spring+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S7ZWxko2FmI/AAAAAAAAHsA/_srpRxU5gVQ/s640/Spring+005.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids went to a debate meeting and Rebekah, my 19 yr. old, drove everyone. Suddenly, Tim and I were alone. The house is so so quiet! But the temperature out side is absolutely perfect!&amp;nbsp; We went for a walk on our land...Tim showed me where he mowed around the pines in the front pasture so the kids would have a safer place to shoot..right into a hill of sand. We now have a neighbor on our left side and we don't want to shoot in his direction. There is hunting property facing west, so that's where Tim has the boys aiming.&lt;br /&gt;
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The blackberry bushes are growing wild all over the place and my legs got scratched up. Jeans are much better for trekking around here than capris are.The bees are all over one of the trees near the deck and they seem so happy! All of the trees are blooming except my peach tree. I took a few pictures because the blooms last such a short time and I'm always missing them. I guess I just don't get the camera out quick enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tim and I had lunch on the deck this afternoon and had a really nice long talk...about blogging of all things! We also talked about his work and a major hurdle he had just overcome with keycoding on Linux. It's something his company has to do to sell software without giving away all the programming. It's all very interesting to me but then our whole family has been very involved in his company. There are only five employees including the boss, Dan. They come hang out here now and then when they have business in Houston. We've been with them for 10 years now, so the guys have seen our kids grow up practically!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S7ZXYhYhtEI/AAAAAAAAHsY/AzH-GKpfXEE/s1600/Spring+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S7ZXYhYhtEI/AAAAAAAAHsY/AzH-GKpfXEE/s640/Spring+007.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, we talked about how we are going to make our own private 'campsite/picnic' spot in the front pasture which is now quite wooded. It's in a really strange spot, but Tim was so excited to show it to me. When we first bought this land a few years ago, everything was mowed down, but we really wanted wooded land. We've kept the back land mowed as pasture, but the front three acres are growing very fast!&lt;br /&gt;
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The original landowners had dug a huge pit for a pond, but they dug too deep and got through the clay into the sand. So the pond never held water for long.&amp;nbsp; (We have an ornamental pond, but it's not huge like the tank.) Now the pine trees have grown up around it and into it so that only the very bottom has no trees. Once you walk into it, the world seems a million miles away...and that's where Tim wants a private picnic spot. It makes me think of Narnia somehow.&lt;br /&gt;
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We think it will be a great camping spot for the grandkids plus a perfect get away when the weather is nice, for some quiet time. This afternoon, he and the boys will move the picnic table out there...and then..guess where I'll go for quiet times...you guessed it!&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, this nice weather won't last very long and then it's going to be too hot. But for now..it's just about perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-4354877582286587829?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4354877582286587829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=4354877582286587829' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/4354877582286587829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/4354877582286587829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2010/04/beautiful-spring-afternoon-with-just.html' title='A beautiful spring afternoon with just hubby and me...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S7ZaMKRXz1I/AAAAAAAAHso/-qUwYxebQpk/s72-c/Spring+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-6497228968213787295</id><published>2010-02-10T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:40:11.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Love Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tim and Donna Rodgers July 18, 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S3N36yLdkII/AAAAAAAAEnU/K5aEf6MIUzg/s1600-h/Tim+and+Donna+wedding+pix+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S3N36yLdkII/AAAAAAAAEnU/K5aEf6MIUzg/s320/Tim+and+Donna+wedding+pix+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(intro-C-G-Dm-G...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/eqta4yf3mm"&gt;Click to listen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;              G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;            F &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                    Em&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;laughing, crying, rejoicing and sighing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                       C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                     Dm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;            G&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Together on the path that so many have trod...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;           G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;             F &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;           Em&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is ..giving receiving, always believing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dm&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;            C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                    Dm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;           G&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faith&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fully living, every day unto God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Matt and Amanda Rodgers August 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S3N4J94hw0I/AAAAAAAAEnc/z-kLB-ua_Bc/s1600-h/100_8423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S3N4J94hw0I/AAAAAAAAEnc/z-kLB-ua_Bc/s320/100_8423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chorus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;F&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                 Em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                              Dm&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;       C&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forgiving, forgetting, so we're never regretting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;F&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                            C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;             Dm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;                G&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Words we have spoken, things we have done...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                   Em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;             Dm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;          C&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is patient and kind, and graciously blind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dm&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;               C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;              G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                        C&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's all live together in the love ...of God's son.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Continue (C-G-Dm-G)   End (C-G-Dm-G-C)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Andrew and Elisabeth Rodgers &amp;nbsp; March 21, 200&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S3N442mgsnI/AAAAAAAAEno/hGsjfi-RHV0/s1600-h/Rodgers+Wedding+picture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S3N442mgsnI/AAAAAAAAEno/hGsjfi-RHV0/s320/Rodgers+Wedding+picture.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love is hoping, enduring, living and learning,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;growing together in grace from above...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is listening, praying, patiently waiting,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as God brings maturing in those that we love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Andrew and Elisabeth &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S3N49R-E8zI/AAAAAAAAEnw/uCD3PySUWyI/s1600-h/Andrew+and+Ebeth1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S3N49R-E8zI/AAAAAAAAEnw/uCD3PySUWyI/s320/Andrew+and+Ebeth1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love is sharing, caring, loads gladly bearing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;showing our love in so many ways...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is ... trusting, trying, from birth unto dying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Following God, till the end of our days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/eqta4yf3mm"&gt;Click to listen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7144123754712578764-6497228968213787295?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6497228968213787295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=6497228968213787295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/6497228968213787295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/6497228968213787295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-is.html' title='Love Is...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/S3N36yLdkII/AAAAAAAAEnU/K5aEf6MIUzg/s72-c/Tim+and+Donna+wedding+pix+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-5603282827742999973</id><published>2010-02-05T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:16:04.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acceptance'/><title type='text'>Come Unto Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sw9tB7Oj7yI/AAAAAAAAB4s/nDw8Q51uGvI/s1600/Mi+Place.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sw9tB7Oj7yI/AAAAAAAAB4s/nDw8Q51uGvI/s400/Mi+Place.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Peace be still...and know I am God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Open the door and I will join you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Wait on me, and you will rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Abide in me and I will love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Come unto Me...all who bear heavy loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Take my yoke, take it upon you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;For I am meek and I am lowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And you'll find...rest for your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Take my hand in the morning light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Let me walk close beside you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Set aside all the cares of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Let me show, show you a better way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Repeat chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/fgk1lxsfk1"&gt;Click to Play&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/static/4y7a3b72v7.doc"&gt;Click to Download Lyrics and Chords&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mipixx.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christian L. Rodgers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-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/7144123754712578764-5603282827742999973?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5603282827742999973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=5603282827742999973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/5603282827742999973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/5603282827742999973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/come-unto-me.html' title='Come Unto Me'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sw9tB7Oj7yI/AAAAAAAAB4s/nDw8Q51uGvI/s72-c/Mi+Place.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-7431336267305414510</id><published>2009-12-30T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:19:31.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have winners!!</title><content type='html'>Due to the unexpected interruptions, I didn't have access to a computer until today, Dec. 27. But I finally was able to do a drawing including all my new followers...&lt;br /&gt;
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First Prize - Windy Cindy! She will get a set of Nicole Watson's beautiful handmade cards ( I made the cards, but they were here design.) She charges $5.00 per card and they really are stunning! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Second Prize - Trudy Callan! She will get one of Nicole's cards or a candle..her choice. Trudy--you won..fair and square. Trudy has a wonderful blog and is a blogger's best friend. I gave her a candle at Christmas just because she has been helping me get started and mentioning me to her followers. I'm have lots to share but don't know much about getting my stuff out and available to others. Trudy, you can have a another candle...or a card by Nicole. You know how pretty those are!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Third Prize goes to Christi Lachney! She will get a candle because she actually donated the jars that I used...over a year go before she moved away from Houston. (Thanks Christi!) I'll pitch in a soap too--it's castile soap.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I will be sending your prizes this coming weekend when I get to go home and spend some time with the family. I want to tell you all aobut the blogs of our new winners, but just can't quite yet. I'm swamped here at Dad's house with getting his immediate needs taken care of. But I should be able to update my post later today. I used random.org to generate the winning entries. Cindi...I need you to email me at homemaking@eastex.net to send me your address and then this weekend I can get your prize to you. (You too Christi!)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SyhurCQ3vCI/AAAAAAAACz0/4MJA-ivFFQA/s1600-h/YoYo+flowers+045-400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SyhurCQ3vCI/AAAAAAAACz0/4MJA-ivFFQA/s200/YoYo+flowers+045-400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Prize goes to Shannon Mucha!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; You will want to visit her blog.. &lt;a href="http://www.blu-bambu.com/blog/"&gt;Art in the Every Day&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Shannon is a very talented graphic artist, photographer and though she doesn't think so, a very good seamstress when she really wants to sew something!&amp;nbsp; She made the cutest &lt;a href="http://www.blu-bambu.com/2009/12/10/december-11-3/"&gt;Christmas stockings&lt;/a&gt; I have ever seen!&amp;nbsp; Her pictures have a "zing" that will make you want to look at more and more!&lt;br /&gt;
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She won the tote bag with earth-toned Yo-Yo flowers.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3doughboys.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Three Dough Boys&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Did I tell you the children cooking are all BOYS?!&amp;nbsp; Angela won homemade soap!&lt;br /&gt;
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And for those of you who are following my blog or subscribing and have left a comment with a vote on a topic, you will all be entered in next week's contest, including anyone who didn't win first prize. :o&lt;br /&gt;
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Until next week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-8381568955913264087?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8381568955913264087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=8381568955913264087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/8381568955913264087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/8381568955913264087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-winners-are.html' title='And the Winners are....'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SyhurCQ3vCI/AAAAAAAACz0/4MJA-ivFFQA/s72-c/YoYo+flowers+045-400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-9139055315925091371</id><published>2009-11-26T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:00:06.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Everything Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzVAZThxII/AAAAAAAABws/Qcrc5mrNFQY/s1600/Easter+Dinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzVAZThxII/AAAAAAAABws/Qcrc5mrNFQY/s400/Easter+Dinner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;For this new day that You have made, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Each detail you have planned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The pleasant and the difficult, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Remind me to be glad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;For everything I need to live, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;my food, my clothes, my home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;For all the blessings that You give, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;my thanks to You I owe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I thank you for your Holy Word, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;to light my path each day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and grace to follow you, Oh Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;if only I will pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Let no ungrateful words be said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and may it never be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;that I would carelessly neglect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;to give my thanks to Thee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In everything I will give thanks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;For this is the will of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Since all things work out for the good, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;to those who love the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Donna&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/8hdj1xa5zi%20%20"&gt;Click to listen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-9139055315925091371?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/9139055315925091371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=9139055315925091371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/9139055315925091371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/9139055315925091371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-everything-give-thanks.html' title='In Everything Give Thanks'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzVAZThxII/AAAAAAAABws/Qcrc5mrNFQY/s72-c/Easter+Dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-7194549086903056401</id><published>2009-11-24T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:47:00.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Your Children Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzP62nMx3I/AAAAAAAABwU/SD5hwNzJDWU/s1600/kids+at+dickens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzP62nMx3I/AAAAAAAABwU/SD5hwNzJDWU/s200/kids+at+dickens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let your children dream..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're not always what they seem.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They've got so much that's inside,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gifts and talents that they hide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzQxFAwF2I/AAAAAAAABwc/gHq8pMHTc9Q/s1600/jacob+at+nationals.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzQxFAwF2I/AAAAAAAABwc/gHq8pMHTc9Q/s200/jacob+at+nationals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talk to them each day,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hear the things they have to say,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teach them all they need to know,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a parent help them grow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sw08yTjNkMI/AAAAAAAABw8/o1NzA1zxKco/s1600/Matt+%26+Amanda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sw08yTjNkMI/AAAAAAAABw8/o1NzA1zxKco/s320/Matt+%26+Amanda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;For your children are a gift from God above,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're just ours to train, accept, and love,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but they're only here for a little while,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sw0-ScORtQI/AAAAAAAABxE/bFdHzlyonro/s1600/andrew+and+ebeth+fishing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;just longing for a loving smile,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzPUecDHnI/AAAAAAAABwE/yfirmI1ce1k/s1600/Christian+playing+trumpet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzPUecDHnI/AAAAAAAABwE/yfirmI1ce1k/s200/Christian+playing+trumpet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Help them be all God intends for them to be,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let your children dream..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vs.2 Show your proud of all they do,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That they can always count on you,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give them comfort when they fail,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sw0-ScORtQI/AAAAAAAABxE/bFdHzlyonro/s1600/andrew+and+ebeth+fishing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sw0-ScORtQI/AAAAAAAABxE/bFdHzlyonro/s320/andrew+and+ebeth+fishing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Don't let their vision ever pale,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzOyF0-bNI/AAAAAAAABv8/rAGdNp6yfdI/s1600/Rebekah+on+tex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzOyF0-bNI/AAAAAAAABv8/rAGdNp6yfdI/s200/Rebekah+on+tex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Help them see what God has done.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;He has a plan for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Speaking words of simple faith,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;teach your children how to pray.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Repeat chorus)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-9RCJlClDg"&gt;Click to watch video and listen to song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-7194549086903056401?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7194549086903056401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=7194549086903056401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/7194549086903056401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/7194549086903056401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-your-children-dream_24.html' title='Let Your Children Dream'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzP62nMx3I/AAAAAAAABwU/SD5hwNzJDWU/s72-c/kids+at+dickens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-5897842939262032256</id><published>2009-11-24T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:48:21.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebekah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child training'/><title type='text'>Like Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzRTIlJzqI/AAAAAAAABwk/FZa8zJkRKHw/s1600/Lena+in+the+fall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzRTIlJzqI/AAAAAAAABwk/FZa8zJkRKHw/s320/Lena+in+the+fall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A squirming babe lies in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;with adoring eyes, so quick to charm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chubby cheeks, a precious pout,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;capricious curls, legs short and stout.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She's a miracle in every way,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;like a flower, blooming day by day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A gift from God, yet just a loan,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;since a baby's soul one cannot own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Though I teach and train so carefully,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I find, instead, she's watching me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How much like Jesus I must be,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;if a Godly child I hope to be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As our days wing by in rapid flight,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I pray for God's grace to be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A living light, a beacon bright,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for a child who'll be ...so much...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;......Like me..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/rooc1vdhjo"&gt;click here to listen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-5897842939262032256?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5897842939262032256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=5897842939262032256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/5897842939262032256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/5897842939262032256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-me_24.html' title='Like Me'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzRTIlJzqI/AAAAAAAABwk/FZa8zJkRKHw/s72-c/Lena+in+the+fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-8134229673299873022</id><published>2009-11-17T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:53:57.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Holy, You are Great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzGB0G0P5I/AAAAAAAABvU/9VjOzHlZzIs/s1600/Sky+Tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzGB0G0P5I/AAAAAAAABvU/9VjOzHlZzIs/s320/Sky+Tree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/DonnaCRodgers"&gt;Click to listen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By your blood, we've been set free,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By your word, the truth we see.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By your strength, we'll daily be a&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;living sacrifice for thee.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For your pleasure we were made,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for you kindgom we were saved,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For your presence, Lord, we pray,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; D &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as we worship you today..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as we worship You today.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are holy, You are great.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; D &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your worthy of our praise,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are Lord and You are king,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To you alone we sing...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; D &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To you alone we sing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vs. 2At your cross, we'll gladly kneel,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At your feet, your mercy feel.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At your word, we will obey,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At your throne, we'll boldly pray.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By your stripes, we are healed,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By your word, our sin revealed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By your mercy and your grace,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will one day see your face...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will one day, see your face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Repeat Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May our lives be free of blame,&amp;nbsp; bringing honor to your name,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; D &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Bm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May we never be the same, cause we gathered in Your name...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo by Christian Rodgers 2009 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-8134229673299873022?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8134229673299873022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=8134229673299873022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/8134229673299873022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/8134229673299873022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-are-holy-you-are-great_17.html' title='You are Holy, You are Great!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzGB0G0P5I/AAAAAAAABvU/9VjOzHlZzIs/s72-c/Sky+Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-251811511008292123</id><published>2009-11-17T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:02:39.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzHr0mjJDI/AAAAAAAABvc/bX2F-qI6VyQ/s1600/Brennan+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzHr0mjJDI/AAAAAAAABvc/bX2F-qI6VyQ/s320/Brennan+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faith is standing on the Father's word,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mother on her knees,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trust of a child,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or a bird on the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the hope of the weary,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the strength of the young.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faith is trusting in Christ Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God's only son.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is faith...This is faith.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When things are really going good,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's easy to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but when the waves start getting rough,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh who is really wrong?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, teach me how to trust in you,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no matter what I see,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Help me keep my eyes on you,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, help me to believe..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-251811511008292123?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/251811511008292123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=251811511008292123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/251811511008292123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/251811511008292123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/gift-of-faith.html' title='The Gift of Faith'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/SwzHr0mjJDI/AAAAAAAABvc/bX2F-qI6VyQ/s72-c/Brennan+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-69500591341367</id><published>2009-11-17T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:04:39.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Little Children Come to Me   (a child's worship song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sw1ByV4RhwI/AAAAAAAABxM/dHwZdhQRv2Y/s1600/Matthew+and+Colin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sw1ByV4RhwI/AAAAAAAABxM/dHwZdhQRv2Y/s320/Matthew+and+Colin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwCngyVa0p0"&gt;Click to watch video and listen to song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Let the little children come to me,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I love to hold my babies on my knee,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;for the kingdom of heaven is made of these,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Be like little children and trust in me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Vs.1&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;God sent Hannah a baby boy,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;She was so glad, she let him serve the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;God called Samuel in the middle of night,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;and Samuel obeyed with all his might.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;God says,... (chorus)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;vs2.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;God sent a slave girl to serve a king,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;One day she heard he was suffering,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;She told him of a prophet she had seen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The king asked for help and God made him clean.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;He said, (chorus)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;vs.3&amp;nbsp; Some children came to visit Christ one day,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;But his men said, "Shoo! please go away!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus said, "Come, bring the children to me"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And he gathered them up for his blessing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;He said... (chorus)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-69500591341367?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/69500591341367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=69500591341367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/69500591341367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/69500591341367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-little-children-come-to-me-childs.html' title='Let the Little Children Come to Me   (a child&apos;s worship song)'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/Sw1ByV4RhwI/AAAAAAAABxM/dHwZdhQRv2Y/s72-c/Matthew+and+Colin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144123754712578764.post-3300832137234671614</id><published>2009-11-17T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:28:29.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart of a Servant  (a mom and dad duet)</title><content type='html'>Mom..&lt;br /&gt;
Wash the dishes, mend the clothes,&lt;br /&gt;
Cook our supper, wipe a nose,&lt;br /&gt;
Little things I daily do,&lt;br /&gt;
This is how I honor you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dad...&lt;br /&gt;
Pay the bills and mow the lawn,&lt;br /&gt;
Daily working at my job,&lt;br /&gt;
Take out garbage, wash the van,&lt;br /&gt;
Gladly doing all I can.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bridge:&amp;nbsp; ( Together)&lt;br /&gt;
And Lord at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;
when we bow on our knees and pray,&lt;br /&gt;
Will you be able to say....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
That we had the heart of a servant,&lt;br /&gt;
doing all you have asked us to do,&lt;br /&gt;
the heart of a servant,&lt;br /&gt;
doing what no one else can do,&lt;br /&gt;
Lord let us be...found servants for thee.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mom..&lt;br /&gt;
Read a story, sing a song,&lt;br /&gt;
Teach our children right from wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
Kiss my husband, take a meal,&lt;br /&gt;
these things make my worship real.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dad..&lt;br /&gt;
Romp and tussle, wipe their tears,&lt;br /&gt;
Pray for children, calm their fears,&lt;br /&gt;
Hug my wife, and hold my child,&lt;br /&gt;
these things make my life worthwhile...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and Lord at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;
when we bow on our knees to pray,&lt;br /&gt;
will you be able to say...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144123754712578764-3300832137234671614?l=songsofhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3300832137234671614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144123754712578764&amp;postID=3300832137234671614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/3300832137234671614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144123754712578764/posts/default/3300832137234671614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/heart-of-servant-mom-and-dad-duet.html' title='The Heart of a Servant  (a mom and dad duet)'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_wBd-PxRoI/TT8W9lTiD0I/AAAAAAAAPEI/ix8G7NDuP9Y/s220/Donna%2527s%2Bbest%2Bprofile%2Bphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
