<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 01:30:44 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Hall of Blessings</title><description></description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>284</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-8611942437177016371</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 22:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-15T16:52:42.073-06:00</atom:updated><title>Swagbucks Post</title><description>Any of you who follow my blog who are interested in earning great gift cards (Amazon, Starbucks, Target, and many more) just for performing your normal searches, please click on my referral button below and sign up with Swagbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already earned enough Swagbucks to receive several $5 gift cards to Amazon.com and a $10 Starbucks gift card.  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We only have a week and a half left.  Today I am taking a break from being out and about with the kids.  They are beginning to get grumpy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whine&lt;/span&gt;, so we are staying at the house to see if we can recoup and return to good and joyful attitudes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a very busy week.  Monday afternoon we went to go visit Stanley's father, and he gave Kara, Lydia, and Andy each a chicken.  The kids also helped to pick oranges so we have enjoyed eating green oranges (they are ripe, they just don't turn orange).  Also on Monday, we took a walk around the property and Mom showed us the banana orchard with lots of pineapple plants.  We also walked past some orange trees.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt; told Andy that these were orange trees, and Andy's first response was "No Daddy, those trees are green"  He though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt; was talking about the color of the trees :) The property also has a few Elephant Coconut trees, mango trees, and a garden that the kids have planted casaba, potatoes, and egg plant (probably some other things also, but I didn't know what they were).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a relatively quiet day.  The kids spent a lot of time playing with their new friends, and I went to the supermarket with mom to get some dry milk and a lot more water.  Our family of six goes through about 10 - 11 liters of water a day.  I didn't realize we drank that much water until we started drinking out of bottles.  Then, Tuesday night we attended devotions with the children at the property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt; was gone from the house at 7:30 since he was speaking in chapel.  After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt; returned, Kara and I took some meat over to the property to get it started in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crock pot&lt;/span&gt; for supper, then we walked with Beatrice to the market.  I must say that I am very proud and surprised at Kara.  We walked an hour in the heat just to get to the market, and she did not complain.  We had emptied her backpack, and once I bought the potatoes and carrots for dinner she was eager to have them placed in her backpack.  I think Kara enjoyed the market, and she took a lot of pictures (I can't upload any more pictures until later b/c we have to go to the radio station to upload).    Then we stopped at the supermarket and each of us bought a soda which we had to drink there since we have to return the bottles (it doesn't make much sense to me, but that's what they do).  Then as we got ready to head home, we met what Beatrice called a crazy man probably from prison.  He was asking me for sunscreen.  I don't know why since the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ugandans&lt;/span&gt; don't burn, so maybe he was a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the afternoon resting, and then we went back to the property for dinner with mom.  At five o'clock we attended prayer meeting.  I was not able to pick Pastor Milton's English last night, but the sermon by Dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dwire&lt;/span&gt; (the missionary we are staying with) was very good.  We came home, and we were all in bed by 8:00.  I think if we were back home and going to bed at 8:00 I would think we had gone crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings us up to today where my kids are currently resting, and I have been preparing to speak to the ladies on Monday.  Please be in prayer for Monday afternoon.  I do want the Lord to use me as I minister to these women and share what God has been teaching me this past year.  This will also be my first time speaking through an interpreter, so please pray that I will be able to speak slowly and remember to pause after each phrase and sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt; is preparing to go visit a village with mom tonight.  I know most of you who read my blog are currently sleeping, so have a good night --I'm going to go get ready to fix lunch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-5374196233184564091?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-is-flying-quickly-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-7706631847393813266</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T12:33:49.466-05:00</atom:updated><title>Works of God Monday</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StyhdhHx6NI/AAAAAAAAB_g/E-e4j574TyA/s1600-h/Works+of+God+Monday.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StyhdhHx6NI/AAAAAAAAB_g/E-e4j574TyA/s320/Works+of+God+Monday.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394363982162290898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, God has been so good and gracious to us.  We safely arrived in Uganda on Wednesday, and while we had a morning of illness among a couple of the kids, we are all healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am continually amazed at what an awesome God we serve.  We have been planning this trip for years (never really sure it would ever happen as our family continued to increase in size).  Yet, here we are with two more weeks to interact with the people and minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for how God has given the kids the ability to adjust to the climate, the traveling, and even the lack of sleep without a whole lot of fussing and whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count it such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to be able to have a taste of my childhood dream of being a missionary to Africa.  While that has not been my dream in quite some years I feel blessed to know that God answered my prayer as a little girl to send me to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-7706631847393813266?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/10/works-of-god-monday_19.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StyhdhHx6NI/AAAAAAAAB_g/E-e4j574TyA/s72-c/Works+of+God+Monday.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-129649541061323625</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 19:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-16T14:58:57.130-05:00</atom:updated><title>Travel through Jinja</title><description>Today was quite a day of travel.  I have to say it seems like we have been traveling for days just to get here to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soroti&lt;/span&gt;.  We left Kampala at about 10:00 this morning and traveled up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jinja&lt;/span&gt; where we saw the source of the Nile.  As full as our truck was, it was quite empty compared to the Taxi's and trucks we passed with people hanging out every which way.  Andy sat on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mamayi&lt;/span&gt; Stanley's lap (Uncle Stanley since mom has taken him in as a son).  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StjOudUownI/AAAAAAAAB-4/OEI69Jo8KaE/s1600-h/Trip+to+Uganda+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StjOudUownI/AAAAAAAAB-4/OEI69Jo8KaE/s320/Trip+to+Uganda+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393287851316658802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kara sat in the middle, and Lydia say on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JA's&lt;/span&gt; lap.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StjOumzgckI/AAAAAAAAB_A/B3PO_G4Djq0/s1600-h/Trip+to+Uganda+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StjOumzgckI/AAAAAAAAB_A/B3PO_G4Djq0/s320/Trip+to+Uganda+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393287853862056514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't have a picture, but Ezekiel rode on my lap for the entire trip.  He did surprisingly well and slept most of the day.  I even took a couple of catnap's in the truck as my internal clock is not yet on this new schedule.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StjOwFJv8hI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/QBfB7HKj_GQ/s1600-h/Trip+to+Uganda+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StjOwFJv8hI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/QBfB7HKj_GQ/s320/Trip+to+Uganda+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393287879188279826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jinja&lt;/span&gt; for lunch and took a few minutes to visit the Nile river and see the source of the river where Lake Victoria empties into  the Nile River.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StjOvnkbDaI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/u4rWMP51EqU/s1600-h/Trip+to+Uganda+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StjOvnkbDaI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/u4rWMP51EqU/s320/Trip+to+Uganda+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393287871247093154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The source begins just on the other side of the island in the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all of you who know I enjoy a good cup of tea every now and again, we passed a few different tea plantations on our way up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Soroti&lt;/span&gt;.  Below is the picture of the plantation as we drove past.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StjOvO3rhvI/AAAAAAAAB_I/7ktFn0SsSJQ/s1600-h/Trip+to+Uganda+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StjOvO3rhvI/AAAAAAAAB_I/7ktFn0SsSJQ/s320/Trip+to+Uganda+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393287864616978162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was given a great honor.  Stanley asked me to play the part of an Auntie in his introduction ceremony tomorrow.  Unfortunately I am not able to since mom's Gomez (a traditional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; style dress) does not fit me -- a requirement for the ceremony.  I will be content with taking pictures and video taping parts of it.  Depending on what time we get back tomorrow night I will try to update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-129649541061323625?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/10/travel-through-jinja.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StjOudUownI/AAAAAAAAB-4/OEI69Jo8KaE/s72-c/Trip+to+Uganda+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-6694189969896097036</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T14:55:28.461-05:00</atom:updated><title>Greetings from Kampala, Uganda, East Africa</title><description>Wow, I can hardly believe that we left Kansas on Monday.  I hardly even know what day it is today.  This has been a very eventful and exciting week for our family.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std2puDu68I/AAAAAAAAB9w/WMjh1m5difU/s1600-h/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std2puDu68I/AAAAAAAAB9w/WMjh1m5difU/s320/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392909537909861314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std2pMWx2CI/AAAAAAAAB9o/n9ZLDH5MMEE/s1600-h/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std2pMWx2CI/AAAAAAAAB9o/n9ZLDH5MMEE/s320/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392909528862939170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first leg of our journey (after driving to Kansas City) started off with spending 1 hour and 45 minutes just checking in at the counter (not standing in line -- let me just say DON"T fly American Airlines).  The kids had a fabulous time on the first flight from Kansas City to Chicago. We had a rush when we got off the plane to get to our next gate as they were already making the final boarding call when we stepped off the plane.  Quite the rush :)  Well, we made it on time and then sat on the tarmac for another hour with computer issues -- I guess we didn't need to hurry as fast as we thought!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std2qA_mLiI/AAAAAAAAB94/DuiN_5Ghq10/s1600-h/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std2qA_mLiI/AAAAAAAAB94/DuiN_5Ghq10/s320/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392909542992784930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The nine hour flight from Chicago to London was also not to bad.  The kids did great -- especially Lydia and Andy since they slept most of the way.  Kara didn't sleep much but she did well, as did Ezekiel.  He only fussed a little wanting to get down and explore.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std2qtONbXI/AAAAAAAAB-A/DR_Sc3Qhs7s/s1600-h/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std2qtONbXI/AAAAAAAAB-A/DR_Sc3Qhs7s/s320/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392909554865237362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great 10 hour layover in London.  The kids enjoyed all the new books and toys that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt; had bought for them to play with.  Ezekiel LOVED the opportunity to get down and crawl and get out his energy since he'd been strapped in for all of Monday and Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std2q5sQOlI/AAAAAAAAB-I/mXX8cZMIsXI/s1600-h/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std2q5sQOlI/AAAAAAAAB-I/mXX8cZMIsXI/s320/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392909558212475474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last flight from London to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Entebbe&lt;/span&gt; also went well.  Lydia and Ezekiel were asleep before we even ascended into the air, and Kara shortly after.  I was even able to get about four or five hours of sleep on the eight hour flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no difficulty getting through customs and all of our bags arrived :)  Three gentlemen met us at the airport and transported us to Kampala where we have spent the last two nights with Paul and Amanda Hudson and their family.  The kids have enjoyed playing with their children, and last night we attended service at Gospel Light Baptist Church.  (Right now I am watching a gecko crawling around our bedroom walls -- If I can get a good picture of him, I'll try to post it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we awoke after a wonderful nights sleep and had our first discovery of the difficulty of the travel on the kids -- Lydia was throwing up.  About an hour later, Andy joined her in the sick room.  After spending the morning throwing up they both took a nap, and praise the Lord, they seem to be healthy now.  They were even feeling well enough for us to go out to dinner at a restaurant overlooking Lake Victoria. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std5HbmqkmI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/jNWr-CTh0GU/s1600-h/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std5HbmqkmI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/jNWr-CTh0GU/s320/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392912247375434338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std5HgNRycI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/o65AO3qfoVE/s1600-h/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std5HgNRycI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/o65AO3qfoVE/s320/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392912248611129794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids enjoyed looking over the balcony at Lake Victoria and the city of Kampala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std5ILPmVHI/AAAAAAAAB-g/838PEB0jBIM/s1600-h/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std5ILPmVHI/AAAAAAAAB-g/838PEB0jBIM/s320/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392912260163589234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant was fabulous!  I had the most wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tilapia&lt;/span&gt; fresh from Lake Victoria.  The kids split a fish and chips, and they were eager for more.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std5IvLsntI/AAAAAAAAB-o/wu3QecVdUKc/s1600-h/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std5IvLsntI/AAAAAAAAB-o/wu3QecVdUKc/s320/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392912269810900690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a wonderful waitress who really enjoyed Ezekiel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std5I3goTII/AAAAAAAAB-w/fIb1xLNnhq0/s1600-h/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std5I3goTII/AAAAAAAAB-w/fIb1xLNnhq0/s320/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392912272046181506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating mom took us to go visit another missionary family the Wallace family.  We had a wonderful visit with them, and now have the children in bed since we have an early start tomorrow to drive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soroti&lt;/span&gt; (a six hour drive and hopefully a stop in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jinja&lt;/span&gt; -- the source of the Nile -- on the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see more photos of our first two days visit &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=326664&amp;amp;id=771775135&amp;amp;l=c5ed43ea5d"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-6694189969896097036?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/10/greetings-from-kampala-uganda-east.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Std2puDu68I/AAAAAAAAB9w/WMjh1m5difU/s72-c/Tata%27s+Visit+to+Kansas+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-1517172189639561874</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 12:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T07:22:28.955-05:00</atom:updated><title>Works of God Monday</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StMfIy8-CnI/AAAAAAAAB9g/NgaNiPTRC10/s1600-h/Works+of+God+Monday.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StMfIy8-CnI/AAAAAAAAB9g/NgaNiPTRC10/s320/Works+of+God+Monday.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391687414869527154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have several things I can praise God for.  We had a wonderful ladies luncheon a week ago, and the other big thing is that today we leave for Uganda.  God has provided for our entire family to take a trip to go visit TaTa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to update while we are gone, but can guarantee nothing.  Thank you all for your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-1517172189639561874?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/10/works-of-god-monday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/StMfIy8-CnI/AAAAAAAAB9g/NgaNiPTRC10/s72-c/Works+of+God+Monday.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-3469103419029075016</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T21:16:25.669-05:00</atom:updated><title>Family Fun</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqnOF78CoI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/eY21KdrAyKU/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqnOF78CoI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/eY21KdrAyKU/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389303764655803010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqnNbrKOVI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/gqJSP9ztJUs/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqnNbrKOVI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/gqJSP9ztJUs/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389303753311140178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqnMo0PKZI/AAAAAAAAB9I/D-zUUJWcWGI/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqnMo0PKZI/AAAAAAAAB9I/D-zUUJWcWGI/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389303739659004306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqnLxn55DI/AAAAAAAAB9A/osHvKvTyyCM/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqnLxn55DI/AAAAAAAAB9A/osHvKvTyyCM/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389303724843328562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqnLIEWlAI/AAAAAAAAB84/Upc1MTUEuqo/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqnLIEWlAI/AAAAAAAAB84/Upc1MTUEuqo/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389303713688359938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We greatly enjoy our family.  We have started a new family tradition of having family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;camp outs&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday nights.  Since we don't have a tent large enough for our family to sleep comfortably (and it's a little cool outside right now), we are having our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;camp outs&lt;/span&gt; in the living room, but hopefully next spring we'll be able to get a larger tent and find someplace local where we can take the family and our dog with us to camp out.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-3469103419029075016?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-fun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqnOF78CoI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/eY21KdrAyKU/s72-c/Summer%27s+End+2009+084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-251798200188227885</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 01:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T20:54:57.054-05:00</atom:updated><title>September Parades</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;September is the month for celebrations in our community. We have two local parades we were able to attend and the children had a blast. The first parade, Kara was able to ride in and throw candy. The second parade the kids enjoyed working together to collect as much candy as they could. Kara keeps telling everyone that she is going to share the candy with the boys and girls in Uganda when we leave next week.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqiRdswZxI/AAAAAAAAB8w/FE9e1XFLmnk/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqiRdswZxI/AAAAAAAAB8w/FE9e1XFLmnk/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389298325016045330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ezekiel and I were waiting for the parade to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqiQuIpgbI/AAAAAAAAB8o/Lt8rkykWKrE/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqiQuIpgbI/AAAAAAAAB8o/Lt8rkykWKrE/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389298312248132018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kara running out to collect the candy while Andy faithfully holds the bag.  I'm not quite sure what Lydia's job was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqiQJzsmQI/AAAAAAAAB8g/nQyAK6WPQrA/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqiQJzsmQI/AAAAAAAAB8g/nQyAK6WPQrA/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389298302496577794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids loved all the bouncy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inflatables&lt;/span&gt; at both parades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqiPVJFMDI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/DljmzCNuuIc/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqiPVJFMDI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/DljmzCNuuIc/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389298288359190578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just had to show you Ezekiel loves eating the bounty from the garden -- especially the red tomatoes.  We had to keep him blocked from entering the kitchen until I had my tomatoes canned because he kept going after them.  I was continuously finding him eating my tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqiO_RhKsI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/lY4GAXilKKU/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqiO_RhKsI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/lY4GAXilKKU/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389298282488998594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kara in her first parade.  You can see her in the front corner of the wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-251798200188227885?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/10/september-parades.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsqiRdswZxI/AAAAAAAAB8w/FE9e1XFLmnk/s72-c/Summer%27s+End+2009+115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-1551657466998581795</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 22:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T17:54:45.266-05:00</atom:updated><title>Children's Museum</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the girls first violin lesson this year, we took the afternoon and took the kids to the children's museum. They had a blast as you can see below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsknNIXsEnI/AAAAAAAAB8I/FYT4uLOU6kw/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsknNIXsEnI/AAAAAAAAB8I/FYT4uLOU6kw/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388881535664132722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ezekiel playing in the house we built&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsknMo-Z_RI/AAAAAAAAB8A/fbbpSOGFqvI/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsknMo-Z_RI/AAAAAAAAB8A/fbbpSOGFqvI/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388881527236590866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kara building a house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsknL9iWb9I/AAAAAAAAB74/AruyBmEKvrQ/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsknL9iWb9I/AAAAAAAAB74/AruyBmEKvrQ/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388881515576192978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lydia and Andy helping to build the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsknLZ0CUDI/AAAAAAAAB7w/TDv_9GB086w/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsknLZ0CUDI/AAAAAAAAB7w/TDv_9GB086w/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388881505986695218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andy our little tree frog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsknKup-3LI/AAAAAAAAB7o/qQM6ScgO1CM/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsknKup-3LI/AAAAAAAAB7o/qQM6ScgO1CM/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388881494401801394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lydia a little monkey&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-1551657466998581795?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/10/childrens-museum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SsknNIXsEnI/AAAAAAAAB8I/FYT4uLOU6kw/s72-c/Summer%27s+End+2009+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-7847568778172062139</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 22:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T17:45:09.415-05:00</atom:updated><title>It's a Dog's Party</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Sskkto4FiDI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/f5chDKUVLU8/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Sskkto4FiDI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/f5chDKUVLU8/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388878795610884146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone who let me know who you are. Our curiosity has been partially satisfied :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I will be having lots of posts in a short amount of time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SskksYrm-7I/AAAAAAAAB7A/dNU8zXWeDoc/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SskksYrm-7I/AAAAAAAAB7A/dNU8zXWeDoc/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388878774083713970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in August, our small community had a special day dedicated to dogs called Bark in the Park.  They literally had several vendors dedicated to selling doggy treats, apparel, and other doggy services.  They also had paw painting, hot dog diving, and the opportunity to swim in the pool with your dog (obviously this was the last day before they drained the pool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Sskks6ESxQI/AAAAAAAAB7I/UALphApB7hw/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Sskks6ESxQI/AAAAAAAAB7I/UALphApB7hw/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388878783045616898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom had an interesting day and while she enjoyed the bobbing for hot dogs, she did not appreciate swimming in the pool with JA.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SskkuY7vuaI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/G7F5VKAxyvI/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SskkuY7vuaI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/G7F5VKAxyvI/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388878808511134114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SskkuzHvXMI/AAAAAAAAB7g/c4g1S8MTj0c/s1600-h/Summer%27s+End+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SskkuzHvXMI/AAAAAAAAB7g/c4g1S8MTj0c/s320/Summer%27s+End+2009+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388878815540763842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-7847568778172062139?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-dogs-party.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Sskkto4FiDI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/f5chDKUVLU8/s72-c/Summer%27s+End+2009+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-8143716849650472566</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 03:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-27T22:21:05.490-05:00</atom:updated><title>Who Are You?</title><description>Ok, This is going to be a strange post.  A couple months ago I added a live feed to my blog which told me where I was getting visitors from.  However, I still don't know who you are.  Can you do me a favor and leave a comment on this post letting me know: Who you are, What the feed says you are from -- just scroll down and look on the lower right part of the screen, And how you know me or if you just stumbled on my blog.  Thank you.  This will be a help because my husband is always asking me who visited the blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will get some more posts up (at least one or two before I leave the country).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-8143716849650472566?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-are-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-5285912700746441970</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 21:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T16:41:33.608-05:00</atom:updated><title>It's been awhile</title><description>Ok, I know it's been awhile, and I promise I will catch you up to speed soon (if I get a chance before we take our vacation).  Life has been a bit crazy around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did want to give you the opportunity to enter this great giveaway over here on my friend Trisha's blog Spend Freely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer isn't letting me upload the image, but trust me it's a great snack pack giveaway.  Check it out &lt;a href="http://spendfreely.blogspot.com/2009/09/enter-to-win-this-gift-package.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-5285912700746441970?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-awhile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-4949322852963527164</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 18:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-10T13:49:58.457-05:00</atom:updated><title>Works of God Monday</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SoBqJAUrjTI/AAAAAAAAB6o/06jBSclIL1Y/s1600-h/Works+of+God+Monday.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SoBqJAUrjTI/AAAAAAAAB6o/06jBSclIL1Y/s320/Works+of+God+Monday.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368407458763738418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so thankful for how God has worked in our lives over the past two weeks.  Two weeks ago, I was discouraged and overwhelmed.  Last week I was excited to participate and enjoy Vacation Bible School, and this week I have the opportunity to reap the harvest from our garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise God for the bountiful harvest he has given to us.  I have an abundance of peppers and tomatoes on my plants.  Hundreds of flowers blooming on my beans, and today was able to harvest and freeze most of my corn from my garden in only three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:30, I tackled the garden with two crates and my clippers.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trekked&lt;/span&gt; through the corn and pulled all the corn that was ready to be picked and cut down all the stalks that were not bearing ears (or no longer had ears because I took them all).  I also cut down any stalks that were showing ear fungus (so that it wouldn't spread to the remaining corn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SoBqIQoSZWI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/tgcxK4hu6i4/s1600-h/Birthday+and+Harvest+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SoBqIQoSZWI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/tgcxK4hu6i4/s320/Birthday+and+Harvest+047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368407445961074018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then came inside and put Ezekiel in the jumper while Kara, Lydia and I husked the corn washed and blanched it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SoBqIBr4hPI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/ktow7XC5C3E/s1600-h/Birthday+and+Harvest+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SoBqIBr4hPI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/ktow7XC5C3E/s320/Birthday+and+Harvest+046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368407441949623538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt; and Andy came home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt; cut the corn off the cob while I bagged it for the freezer.  I praise the Lord for 20 bags of corn (2 cups each bag).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SoBqI-yeAoI/AAAAAAAAB6g/JtuMkxQdjPk/s1600-h/Birthday+and+Harvest+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SoBqI-yeAoI/AAAAAAAAB6g/JtuMkxQdjPk/s320/Birthday+and+Harvest+049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368407458351809154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, last night I was able to cook and can nine jars of salsa.  Two weeks ago I canned three jars of banana peppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SoBqHgyuM2I/AAAAAAAAB6I/d2y_jDSJjyg/s1600-h/Birthday+and+Harvest+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SoBqHgyuM2I/AAAAAAAAB6I/d2y_jDSJjyg/s320/Birthday+and+Harvest+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368407433119937378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the greatest harvest I observed this past week was not in the harvest of my garden.  As a result of Vacation Bible School we had the opportunity to see two first graders come to know Christ as their Savior.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SoBrl0tS3WI/AAAAAAAAB64/MQF29xyfkWM/s1600-h/August+2009+035+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SoBrl0tS3WI/AAAAAAAAB64/MQF29xyfkWM/s320/August+2009+035+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368409053373586786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No bounty from my harvest even begins to compare with that of reaping souls for eternity.  The Lord blessed our ministry of Vacation Bible School, and while we did not have great numbers, we had a very profitable week of reaching out and getting to know the kids that attended.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SoBrlX548GI/AAAAAAAAB6w/6UslExuyuqA/s1600-h/August+2009+022+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SoBrlX548GI/AAAAAAAAB6w/6UslExuyuqA/s320/August+2009+022+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368409045641785442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-4949322852963527164?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/08/works-of-god-monday_10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SoBqJAUrjTI/AAAAAAAAB6o/06jBSclIL1Y/s72-c/Works+of+God+Monday.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-1716715764041140701</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 20:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-07T15:41:49.120-05:00</atom:updated><title>I don't understand our World</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=7030bd098cca768e72d111" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=7030bd098cca768e72d111&amp;amp;skin_id=801&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="312" height="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; font-family: verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 312px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to tell you that I do not understand our world.  When there are so many couples in our country longing to hold a baby in their arms, how can we as a nation justify allowing a baby to die just because it was born during an abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no question in my mind that abortion is wrong, but I can't understand how even those who are for abortion can stand by and watch a helpless child be MURDERED because he wasn't supposed to be born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We serve a righteous God who cannot look upon sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr 9:42 And whosoever shall offend one of these little ones that believe in me, it is better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he were cast into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will judge us as a nation.  For those of you believers who think that because you are not partaking in such gross sins you will be spared judgement, BEWARE.  We are partakers of this sin as much as our country is for we are responsible for who we allow to make our laws.  Please take time to repent of complacency and step up and take a stand for the Righteous Living God demands of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you disagree with me about being a participant, please examine Daniel 9.  While Daniel was not an idol worshiper, he still accepted the responsibility and prayed for his nation as a collective whole (including himself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=7030bd098cca768e72d111&amp;amp;skin_id=801&amp;amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/7030bd098cca768e72d111/801.gif" style="border: 0px none ;" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt2" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Photo and video editing at &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-1716715764041140701?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-understand-our-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-8709264794963459122</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 02:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T21:38:55.378-05:00</atom:updated><title>And the Winner is . . .</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chloehorn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alecia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnecxBxeuRI/AAAAAAAAB6A/xSvVSYRwlV4/s1600-h/August+2009+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnecxBxeuRI/AAAAAAAAB6A/xSvVSYRwlV4/s320/August+2009+085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365929847138728210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I confess,  the giveaway is a bit more than the $30 I promised, but I don't think I'll hear anyone complaining about that.  As I started putting it together I was getting excited to draw the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the products that Alecia has won, and believe me these are some of my favorite:&lt;br /&gt;Lotus and Bamboo Nourishing Body lotion&lt;br /&gt;Oil-Free Eye Makeup Remover (If you wear eye makeup, this is a MUST have)&lt;br /&gt;Timewise 3-in-1 Cleanser&lt;br /&gt;Cellu-Shape Daytime Body Moisturizer Travel Size&lt;br /&gt;Cellu-Shape Nightime Body Gel Travel Size (Alecia, I am NOT saying you need this)&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate Mascara - Black&lt;br /&gt;Eyeliner - Taupe&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color Quad - Simply Neutral&lt;br /&gt;Lip Color Duo - Garnet/Gold&lt;br /&gt;And two perfume samples - Belara, Tribute&lt;br /&gt;Purple Make-Up Travel Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I want to say congratulations to Alecia for winning my Birthday giveaway. I had so much fun doing this, I may just have to try this again -- Maybe I'll bring back something from Africa to giveaway in November :)&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/26682841-8709264794963459122?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-winner-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnecxBxeuRI/AAAAAAAAB6A/xSvVSYRwlV4/s72-c/August+2009+085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-2512279394699484532</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T09:04:35.354-05:00</atom:updated><title>Works of God Monday</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Snbrt7p85ZI/AAAAAAAAB54/xyFvieQ3glY/s1600-h/Works+of+God+Monday.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Snbrt7p85ZI/AAAAAAAAB54/xyFvieQ3glY/s320/Works+of+God+Monday.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365735180398814610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, God has done so much in my life this week.  This week has been a difficult week for me emotionally, between weaning Ezekiel, preparing for VBS, and turning 30, my sensitivity, stress, and mood was pulling me down to the bottom.  Yet, I praise God for always knowing what we need when we need it.  Friday morning I logged onto Facebook, and a friend had posted in her status a quote that read "Don't tell God how big your mountains are, tell your mountains how big your God is."  Bamm, I got hit right in the head with that one.  I had spent most of the week dwelling on how tired and discouraged I was instead of focusing on how great and awesome my God is.  Really, now that I look back on last week I don't quite understand why I was so down and out.  We truly had an amazing week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that JA was able to make it and be at the hospital for two of our church family that were having serious surgery this week (one a knee replacement and the other heart surgery).  I'm thankful for a pastor we never met before being willing to open up his home so JA could spend the night in Lincoln and be at the hospital for a friend's surgery at 6:00 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a wonderful time of fellowship with our church family as we decorated the church for VBS with decorations we didn't have to make (Thank you Fairview Baptist and Bible Baptist churches for the amazing decorations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even praise the Lord for Ezekiel's high fever yesterday that left him drained of energy and tired.  Had he not been sleeping most of the day yesterday I wouldn't have been able to be as helpful with decorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to praise God for the opportunity we have to have VBS this week.  We don't have any kids registered yet (other than my own), so I am praising God for the kids He is going to bring us and the opportunity to reach out to our community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God is So BIG and GREAT.  HE IS FAITHFUL!  As we studied in Lamantations yesterday, God is always the same.  If their is a change in my relationship with God it is because I have turned my focus away from him.  I pray as Jeremiah did "Lord, turn my heart to you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-2512279394699484532?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/08/works-of-god-monday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Snbrt7p85ZI/AAAAAAAAB54/xyFvieQ3glY/s72-c/Works+of+God+Monday.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-2617902705502746722</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T08:52:09.120-05:00</atom:updated><title>Growing Up</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnbqM1VPvjI/AAAAAAAAB5w/dzGml4n5GfU/s1600-h/Elizabeth%27s+Camara+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnbqM1VPvjI/AAAAAAAAB5w/dzGml4n5GfU/s320/Elizabeth%27s+Camara+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365733512254045746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, I know that four isn't a big milestone year for most people, but to me every birthday is a big deal, and shows that another year of life has flown by.  This morning I sent Lydia off to VBS without mom and dad for the first time.  She's finally old enough to go without mommy and daddy right there.  I say finally, because last years she has attended VBS but wasn't old enough to stay alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnbqLOVmn6I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/dc6BXpo4Sl8/s1600-h/Grandpa%27s+Funeral+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnbqLOVmn6I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/dc6BXpo4Sl8/s320/Grandpa%27s+Funeral+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365733484606693282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lydia has been a blessing.  She is my sensitive one, but she is also my girly girl.  She loves to put on makeup and wear necklaces and rings.  But, she also loves to go out and roll around in the mud.  While Lydia is still not the easiest child to understand (she's a mumbler), she is always quick to say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnbqLy4SPII/AAAAAAAAB5g/x1l1XM_1qI8/s1600-h/Grandpa%27s+Funeral+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnbqLy4SPII/AAAAAAAAB5g/x1l1XM_1qI8/s320/Grandpa%27s+Funeral+046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365733494415834242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lydia is a bouncer. She is always bouncing and jumping in the house, and usually hurting herself because she will bounce into the table, a chair, the dishwasher (yes you read that right).  She is always good at making you laugh, although you better make sure she knows you aren't laughing at her or she will burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia is also my quiet one.  She is so used to standing in Kara's shadow, that around people she can become quite shy.  However, once you get to know her she warms up to you and becomes one of the most loving children on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnbqLrXlD6I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/U4xDO0GagMA/s1600-h/Grandpa%27s+Funeral+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnbqLrXlD6I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/U4xDO0GagMA/s320/Grandpa%27s+Funeral+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365733492399607714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, My little girl turns four today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnbqMKeG9XI/AAAAAAAAB5o/Y1dl08nYhoE/s1600-h/137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnbqMKeG9XI/AAAAAAAAB5o/Y1dl08nYhoE/s320/137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365733500748494194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYDIA!&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/26682841-2617902705502746722?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnbqM1VPvjI/AAAAAAAAB5w/dzGml4n5GfU/s72-c/Elizabeth%27s+Camara+057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-4473892586796414018</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 15:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-01T10:33:07.561-05:00</atom:updated><title>No Longer in my Twenty-Somethings Giveaway</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnReZSc9fFI/AAAAAAAAB5I/kkmkR7y2-x4/s1600-h/MaryKayLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnReZSc9fFI/AAAAAAAAB5I/kkmkR7y2-x4/s320/MaryKayLogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365016844648152146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am turning 30 today, I wanted to host a giveaway (thank you &lt;a href="http://mjmuth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenny &lt;/a&gt;for the wonderful idea).  If you are interested in winning $30 worth of Mary Kay beauty products, please leave a comment in the comment section of this post what you like or think you will like after reaching the age of 30 (if you are posting as anonymous, please include your e-mail address so I can contact you if you are the winner).  Since I am so late in putting this post up, I will leave this giveaway open until 12:00 noon on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The products will consist of an assortment of beauty products which may include makeup and facial care.  This giveaway will be limited to the United States since I cannot legally ship makeup outside of the country (per my consultant agreement).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-4473892586796414018?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-longer-in-my-twenty-somethings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SnReZSc9fFI/AAAAAAAAB5I/kkmkR7y2-x4/s72-c/MaryKayLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-3014405449301998294</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 14:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-20T10:01:46.262-05:00</atom:updated><title>Kids and Death</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SmSGNzqroFI/AAAAAAAAB5A/jH2i9RudHVU/s1600-h/Grandpa%27s+Funeral+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SmSGNzqroFI/AAAAAAAAB5A/jH2i9RudHVU/s320/Grandpa%27s+Funeral+060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360557028243382354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I can only say this last week I have felt almost every emotion I can imagine.  Last Sunday as we traveled out to Springfield, IL I debated how much I should shield my kids from what was happening with grandpa. When we arrived in Springfield, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt; dropped me off at the hospital and I was able to sit with grandpa (he was in a stage 4 coma) for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we brought the kids in to meet grandpa and they sang some songs to grandpa.  Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt; and Joel took them out to the park, and later they were in and out of grandpa's room.  Tuesday was very similar to Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning my grandfather died, and other than telling them that grandpa was no longer in the hospital, but he was now in heaven I wasn't going to expose them to more.  But then, Friday night was the wake at the funeral home.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt; and I took the kids, but we really didn't know what to expect from them.  I am amazed at how much the girls were able to pick up on.  I think Kara started to understand when my little brother came back from viewing grandpa and was bawling.  Kara started crying, and I left her with someone while I took Lydia up to go see grandpa.  In front of grandpa I asked Lydia where grandpa was, and she said right there.  I took that opportunity to explain that grandpa's body was right there, but that he was now in heaven singing to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't going to push Kara.  I decided to let her go at her own rate.  After she saw her cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Corbyn&lt;/span&gt; went up to talk with grandpa, Kara decided she wanted to go, and she literally dragged me up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara stared at grandpa and said "Grandpa's not there"&lt;br /&gt;Mom : "Where is grandpa?&lt;br /&gt;Kara: "In heaven"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "What is he doing in Heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;Kara: "Singing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later during the wake, I was sitting up front by my mom, and Kara came up to me.  (She had colored a picture for Grandpa at the hospital and Dorothy wanted it to be put in the casket with Grandpa).  I told her that we were going to put it in the casket and she responded "I want Grandpa to take it with him to heaven."  I then had to explain to her that when we die we can't take things to heaven with us.  Then she replied "When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Oma&lt;/span&gt; goes to heaven will she take gobstoppers with her if they are in her pocket?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other fun things the kids said were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy to Lydia:  God called Grandpa home to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Daddy the next day: We are going home&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Are we going to heaven now?  How to we get to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Lydia on the way home: God told us to go home.  Daddy, did Jesus say we have to go home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: I miss my grandpa.  Can I go to heaven and see my grandpa?  How do I go to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Kara: "One way God says to get to heaven, Jesus is the only way" (singing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked away from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gravesite&lt;/span&gt;, Lydia exclaimed "Mommy, we forgot to plant grandpa in the ground." -- I had explained earlier to the girls that we were going to plant grandpa's body in the ground so that when Jesus comes back grandpa's body would go up to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after I put them to bed in their own beds for the first time in a week, Lydia woke up and came crying to me "I miss my grandpa"  As I tried to calm her down and explain that grandpa was happy in heaven, Kara called out.  I'm going to go to heaven when I die and see grandpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-3014405449301998294?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/07/kids-and-death.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SmSGNzqroFI/AAAAAAAAB5A/jH2i9RudHVU/s72-c/Grandpa%27s+Funeral+060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-7374378269230073792</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-11T20:47:34.868-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Last Mile of the Way</title><description>As my grandfather reaches the end of his time here on earth, and I sit at home waiting for the news, my mom called and asked me to find a song that was sung and several funerals in my grandfather's family. I was able to find the song in an old hymnal, and a friend came by to play it for me so that I can learn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the words to this song very refreshing as I think about my purpose here on earth.  I hope you also find the sweet reminder of death not being the end refreshing to your spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I walk in the pathway of duty,&lt;br /&gt;If I work till the close of the day,&lt;br /&gt;I shall see the great King in His beauty&lt;br /&gt;When I've gone the last mile of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;When I've gone the last mile of the way,&lt;br /&gt;I will rest at the close of the day,&lt;br /&gt;And I know there are joys that await me,&lt;br /&gt;When I've gone the last mile of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If for Christ I proclaim the glad story,&lt;br /&gt;If I seek for His sheep gone astray,&lt;br /&gt;I am sure He will show me His glory&lt;br /&gt;When I've gone the last mile of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the dearest of ties we must sever,&lt;br /&gt;Tears of sorrow are seen every day,&lt;br /&gt;But no sickness, no sighing forever,&lt;br /&gt;When I've gone the last mile of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if here I have earnestly striven,&lt;br /&gt;And have tried all his will to obey,&lt;br /&gt;'Twill enhance all the rapture of heaven,&lt;br /&gt;When I've gone the last mile of the way.&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/26682841-7374378269230073792?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-mile-of-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-4334522435741172287</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 16:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-10T11:22:51.030-05:00</atom:updated><title>A New Carrier</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since Kara was born, I have been carrying my children in a ring sling called a Maya Wrap.  I love my ring sling, and have gotten a lot of use out of it.  However, as we prepare to go to Africa, I don't have the same confidence of being able to carry a wriggly one year old in it.  Plus, I have never felt comfortable carrying my kids on my back in the ring sling.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Sldps6DYq6I/AAAAAAAAB40/BdgfqgJtzhs/s1600-h/Ring+Sling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Sldps6DYq6I/AAAAAAAAB40/BdgfqgJtzhs/s320/Ring+Sling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356866501999111074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ezekiel about two months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  So, as we get ready for our trip I have been looking for all sorts of back carriers.  One problem. All of the ones I seemed to like cost well over $100.  Then we went to the Homeschool convention in May.  While we were there I saw a woman carrying two kids -- one on her back and one on her front.  For both of them she was wearing a Mai Tai Sling that she had made.  She let me look at it (when I later ran into her and her kids were sleeping in the stroller).  It really seemed quite simple and easy to use -- and definately lighter weight than any of the expensive ones I had been looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home from convention I remembered that my friend Jenny had purchased one of these when her first born was born.  After contacting her I was able to get in contact with &lt;a href="http://www.dreamhaven.org/carriers/gallery.php"&gt;Dream Haven Baby&lt;/a&gt;.  I absolutely love it.  Erin even went out of her way to find me a lighter weight material to work with my carrier so that I wouldn't overheat when we were in Africa.  The price was also very reasonable -- just about the cheapest carrier I've used and very versitle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Sldnt3ewVzI/AAAAAAAAB4s/qrrjr2zp9y4/s1600-h/July+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Sldnt3ewVzI/AAAAAAAAB4s/qrrjr2zp9y4/s320/July+2009+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356864319465215794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ezekiel at 11 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I tried it out for the first time, and while my back is a little sore after carrying Key for two hours, I'm sure as I get used to it I won't even notice any pain.  Ezekiel certainly loved it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-4334522435741172287?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-carrier.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/Sldps6DYq6I/AAAAAAAAB40/BdgfqgJtzhs/s72-c/Ring+Sling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-1174927482231149234</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 12:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-08T09:13:10.353-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Twelve Dancing Princesses</title><description>Back in March, Kara and Lydia participated in a community theatre production of The 12 Dancing Princesses.  It's taken me a while to figure out how to edit the videos, I hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvRQwuQI28s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvRQwuQI28s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SZzr9vk25pc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SZzr9vk25pc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/alAoVcsMg5s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/alAoVcsMg5s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-1174927482231149234?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/07/twelve-dancing-princesses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-5574285694948696449</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 14:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-06T10:13:08.104-05:00</atom:updated><title>Works of Monday</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SlIUeNAukCI/AAAAAAAAB4c/cLgfA1f8UxY/s1600-h/Works+of+God+Monday.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SlIUeNAukCI/AAAAAAAAB4c/cLgfA1f8UxY/s320/Works+of+God+Monday.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355365416018284578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have had several blessings this past week.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt; and I were able to have a wonderful date on Thursday -- the first we've had alone since Ezekiel was born.  I am so thankful for a wonderful friend who I can swap babysitting with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another praise is all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; decorations we were able to borrow from my parents church.  We also have another church that we are borrowing decorations from, so this means very little work for us in regards to decorating the church -- All I have to do is figure out where to put everything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge praise regarding Ezekiel -- Both of his tests last week came back clear.  That means he does not have a kidney reflux.  So hopefully this will have been his only staph infection in the urinary track.  We are still waiting to get the results to find out if the infection is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly finding my children to be a source of joy and a great reminder of God's goodness and His truth.  Yesterday afternoon while he was waiting for lunch, Andy was singing "I've got the Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy."  Kara is constantly singing about God and Jesus -- she is making songs up, and I am thrilled to hear her sing about what she believes about God.  Lately she has been singing about God always being with her.  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; have to correct her theology, but usually she is correct on truths that many adults struggle with believing.  Isn't it awesome to have the childlike faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I will try to record a video of one of her made up songs, but until then here is a video of her singing this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f93f00264d5754f6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADjB7cieHmVEItu-JNF4-KLJ-DlJajxF7uPBCGy1fzJCvsUSdicKwSzDT21BWd2la64C6y3O9-zLO7l0eahqQNM7M-_BkHCg_MFlnsJ5b3T2FwHpSLryVKGwEC0sqNhcT1Ga5RczuL-McJUM5rMyqobRhhr1J0lJm7DhvtzCwuC28vY5YMHT6pDCyZZfxywWacMHyfOp0_YP8lRReWy2gTu74a1U1FpSBMqKKNoKsHsP%26sigh%3D39SgXlplJ-YBsGhiGI9OpfWF0do%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df93f00264d5754f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Dw5phWD668rzUCvKr_4B4r5f0v1E&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADjB7cieHmVEItu-JNF4-KLJ-DlJajxF7uPBCGy1fzJCvsUSdicKwSzDT21BWd2la64C6y3O9-zLO7l0eahqQNM7M-_BkHCg_MFlnsJ5b3T2FwHpSLryVKGwEC0sqNhcT1Ga5RczuL-McJUM5rMyqobRhhr1J0lJm7DhvtzCwuC28vY5YMHT6pDCyZZfxywWacMHyfOp0_YP8lRReWy2gTu74a1U1FpSBMqKKNoKsHsP%26sigh%3D39SgXlplJ-YBsGhiGI9OpfWF0do%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df93f00264d5754f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Dw5phWD668rzUCvKr_4B4r5f0v1E&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26682841-5574285694948696449?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f93f00264d5754f6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/07/works-of-monday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChPHg2QCUi0/SlIUeNAukCI/AAAAAAAAB4c/cLgfA1f8UxY/s72-c/Works+of+God+Monday.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26682841.post-5670390288103752711</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2009 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-04T09:44:23.712-05:00</atom:updated><title>For love of God and Country</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.a1imaging.com/images/calendar_theme/patriotic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 570px; height: 379px;" src="http://www.a1imaging.com/images/calendar_theme/patriotic.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Hall/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;As we celebrate America's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; today, my thoughts were drawn upwards to God.  Two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hundred&lt;/span&gt; and thirty three years ago, men were willing to sacrifice their lives to establish a country where men and women could be free to live and worship without a distant country governing us when they didn't even know how we lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that as a believer in America, the future seems very dim in regards to our freedom to preach the gospel and live in a way that pleases God.  And while in my heart I want to leave and teach in a foreign land favorable to the preaching of Christ, I know for a fact that God has placed me here and this is where I must live and serve my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was talking with my mom and patriotic lessons for Sunday School, and I mentioned the passage of Scripture where Christ is approached about not paying taxes.  What does Christ do?  He sends Peter off to go fishing.  The amazing thing about this fishing trip is that when Peter caught a fish, he discovered a coin in the fishes mouth with which they paid the taxes.  Christ concluded this lesson with the message "Render unto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cesar&lt;/span&gt; what is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cesar's&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this apply to me?  Quiet simply, as an American citizen, I need to obey and honor the laws that I am governed by.  This means I pay ALL of my taxes and don't attempt to cheat the government.  This means I need to support my senator's and congressmen with prayer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt; to make wise and Biblical decisions.  This means that no matter how much I may disagree with our president, I must have respect for his office and not make accusations or talk badly about the man himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, this is not all that Scripture has to say about my loyalty to America.  You see, there are some laws that are already in place and others that are soon to be in place that are anti-biblical.  They stand for everything against God's holiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Acts 5, Peter and some of the other apostles were thrown in prison for preaching.  When they were released from prison, they were given the order to no longer preach Christ.  Their response to this command is found in verse 29 "Then Peter and the other apostles answered and said, We ought to obey God rather than men."  In dealings with America, my loyalty and support must be for my country, but wherever American laws go against Biblical commands, I must take a stand and obey God first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible has established a very clear pattern of Authority -- "God first, government second."  God established government to help establish order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray everyone has a wonderful Fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday America&lt;/span&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/26682841-5670390288103752711?l=hallofblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hallofblessings.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-love-of-god-and-country.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tracy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>