tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20832227618163041902024-02-06T22:05:03.892-06:00In Need of GraceWe must draw upon God's boundless store of grace from
day to day. DL MoodyRobinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-71494814871535499972011-12-30T00:12:00.001-06:002012-04-23T09:16:07.478-05:00<span style="font-size: large;">I've moved over to <a href="http://robin-larksong.blogspot.com/">Larksong</a>! New Year...New Look...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've moved most of my old posts over there too!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hope you will join me.</span>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-24538610096934143982011-09-01T10:25:00.000-05:002011-09-01T10:25:26.615-05:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Consider Jesus. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Know Jesus. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Learn what kind of Person it is you say you trust and love and worship. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Soak in the shadow of Jesus. Saturate your soul with the ways of Jesus. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Watch Him. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Listen to Him. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Stand in awe of Him. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Let Him overwhelm you with the way He is. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">John Piper</span> Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-67497393632632264332011-08-20T08:00:00.000-05:002011-09-01T13:32:32.180-05:00<div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfn90SWW6xvuTJTc90csi0eCZHegeVm7PXB_AeQXBwLqiiMcwvZK0qOctLUegquwaIdgcMeOF9nGoZ4433fD1ub_ql1L_HE4BHD31_9znsZY8AT4dWc2_jBwdpIDJtFnvWGIHPlwDy2C-/s1600/Rob+and+Robin+rice.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642626658913489602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfn90SWW6xvuTJTc90csi0eCZHegeVm7PXB_AeQXBwLqiiMcwvZK0qOctLUegquwaIdgcMeOF9nGoZ4433fD1ub_ql1L_HE4BHD31_9znsZY8AT4dWc2_jBwdpIDJtFnvWGIHPlwDy2C-/s400/Rob+and+Robin+rice.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 400px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 267px;" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;">Today marks 35 years of marriage with my very best friend. It's been a wild ride of unspeakable joy! Oh, how I love this man! I wake up to him; I close the day with him and wish that every moment in between could be spent with the one that makes me a little better each day. Each step is a little sweeter, my beloved.</span></div>
Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-16197944853098417482011-08-19T13:05:00.003-05:002011-08-19T13:34:39.025-05:00<div><div>I know...I know...it's been awhile, but the mission trips, summer camps, visiting family have captured the hours. I've been busy pounding the keys, just not here. Hopefully in a couple of weeks I'll get to reveal the epic writing assignment that has taken me away from blogging.</div><div>But for me, the good news is.....I'm back!</div></div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-15694733885700562722011-04-04T13:54:00.001-05:002011-09-01T13:36:00.758-05:00Exposed <br />
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Laid wide open like a butterfly pinned to board.<br />
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Shame blushes...Every dirty pore, every weak fiber, even the sacred places... <br />
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Exposed <br />
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Fears, dreams, words <br />
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Placed on the auction block.<br />
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Exposed <br />
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No place to cower, no chance for retrieval. <br />
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I grasp for cover and Jesus tenderly offers... <br />
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'Let Me blanket your failure, your vulnerability. Let Me cloak your rejection, your shame. <br />
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I covered Eve in the Garden; I covered David on the battlefield. <br />
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Cover is My love offering.' <br />
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Exposed <br />
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Arms lay wide open, pinned to a crossbeam. <br />
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'Cover is My love offering.'Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-47690879363989934222011-02-14T14:10:00.006-06:002011-09-01T13:42:35.782-05:00<span style="font-size: 180%;"><strong>A grandmother's love... </strong></span><span style="font-size: 78%;">scroll up a bit to turn off background music</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Courtesy of her wonderful mommy!</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: 180%;">Happy Valentine's Day... </span></strong>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-71761523776460301672011-01-31T16:46:00.003-06:002011-09-01T13:51:08.439-05:00<span style="font-size: 180%;">Posting over at </span><a href="http://robin-larksong.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #663366; font-size: 180%;">larksong</span></a><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="color: #663366;"> </span>today....<a href="http://robin-larksong.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html">http://robin-larksong.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html</a></span>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-74557693094800326712011-01-24T13:47:00.004-06:002011-01-24T14:04:01.599-06:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Join Us! </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GhOUaszMGvQ" frameborder="0" width="640" type="text/html"></iframe><br />Sign up at<a href="http://www.incourage.me/category/bloom">http://www.incourage.me/category/bloom</a>.Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-12017801131916607722011-01-11T18:12:00.017-06:002011-01-11T22:36:29.346-06:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Tuesdays with Beth...</span> Charges fed and delivered to the "animal" rooms...women folk embrace and smile love into each other's eyes...Holy words fill the air. Tuesday has arrived and Jesus is our host! Study with Beth knits the generations tightly together; each sharing its unique blend... wrapping His fold with encouragement. Tears tumble freely as we expose the dark hours and welcoming laughter lightens the load. Beth unwraps the Hope and we hide it in the deep places. God graces us with His arrival. Tuesdays cradle our questions and the absent days gird our prayers.<br />God continues to carve a tender Bride in our gathering place, etching His image on our hearts.Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-85521821926440274512011-01-07T12:56:00.003-06:002011-01-07T13:27:29.663-06:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Rule Number One: Don't dare break one of them. Fear keeps a faithful walk on the straight and narrow, but what if that fear to stray prevents the commitment to thrive. I alone carve the sacred commandment to obey others' expectations. Self-inflicted imprisonment. So afraid to disappoint or incur judgement. Abandon the image others paint of me? An intriguing possibility. Go ahead, self...break one</span>!Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-25222083296580560872011-01-01T13:37:00.005-06:002011-01-04T13:21:23.495-06:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHsALOyV8dLC9nZBxl2_UCVTQFMyEa0Gj0xlvoUQ19N8A1RxkRsmjE8qd8MHW4QImXC7xIt2nIiRHJU2QeyIuMt53S-TR49pE5CmTt9wBn1Z8z2Eb-BTEdhuTHboNsHYcpJJOb9LGBHT-X/s1600/thrive.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557304793626831602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHsALOyV8dLC9nZBxl2_UCVTQFMyEa0Gj0xlvoUQ19N8A1RxkRsmjE8qd8MHW4QImXC7xIt2nIiRHJU2QeyIuMt53S-TR49pE5CmTt9wBn1Z8z2Eb-BTEdhuTHboNsHYcpJJOb9LGBHT-X/s400/thrive.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Four years of <span style="font-size:180%;">survival</span>. That's all. Treading water...Counting hours...Girding myself for the next assault. The onslaught of losses taking its toll. As the year bids its final farewell, I find myself ready to leave the wasteland. No more just surviving, ready for a season with a pulse. Ready to <span style="font-size:180%;">thrive!</span></div><div>That's going to require putting off some old things: guilt, beating myself up, others' perceptions. Time to breathe...Time to risk...Time to move... </div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-6731271940494802162010-12-31T15:09:00.032-06:002011-01-11T19:30:48.249-06:00Farewell 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU6oBYg93KLR9zYS82dPtJ0SsxiJxCdt3sp18ScVyhgdwZUpDyHs3LRG9rHdNUGG3FEeTpmrAynAsuFGHOKiH8gxkar0fWxGnM3f__QP7vCOAxlsi6b9iiEFUg1X7uEvIR4iCQLNPzlODa/s1600/uncle+bobby+and+sam.JPG"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwYt6V-AqwngybCHtxKLjDu2O-awr9DgHELhcH9cUVfNGkhdUu_orD8XwLkO_q19yysN3qnSx2-ucIzZabQuWHCDY_8B8jXWoxr9e2YBiFuuJFRVJYG0MeZ1psiGVlVYyrxNrXtZ9zOu7P/s1600/dad%2527s+obituary+photo.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38q8gNrfsLY8HZZ9sEXTgEnW5SPFGO9lFYfXJkC1icmxUUdvTvICW3P2DCBkBQsLx9NnodTks0kZ8-8o1gX6J9Fpes6rCqf5RX5WCthKFiwyHwHGk-FakDP67fDJeteO1EgHBiGL29e0H/s1600/snowy+kansas.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 503px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556969943791145522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38q8gNrfsLY8HZZ9sEXTgEnW5SPFGO9lFYfXJkC1icmxUUdvTvICW3P2DCBkBQsLx9NnodTks0kZ8-8o1gX6J9Fpes6rCqf5RX5WCthKFiwyHwHGk-FakDP67fDJeteO1EgHBiGL29e0H/s400/snowy+kansas.JPG" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Leaving Kansas once again...<br /></span></strong><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 492px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 381px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556969586449592354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisLCsY8B_OjxvxlMFkMf9cTeIons_CZd6HMsbVFKrYPPcQLAPBIB612gtmkM3Oy3LpO1W-ZnIOX7mIsIr6i42h63BSKcyBtlKYDNzGZEeKng75lKWe2aVUOeQFyM9OfQHzZceMM-BLbw0B/s400/snowman+fun.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ludwig<br /></strong></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6scLFco4R7YO2WxUZcpmAD7SEG2uGyvRU2V-PJr6suIzLTixRjFQTcl1lYJ8q2KXEtkndcdaRsKcM9K460xFq7i8fBTi3H11cOLvPPkaXP2asw7D-tp1Xt4YFv7UJWEPGgwRKTFTF66Py/s1600/Pic096.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 454px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 581px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556968853990525154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6scLFco4R7YO2WxUZcpmAD7SEG2uGyvRU2V-PJr6suIzLTixRjFQTcl1lYJ8q2KXEtkndcdaRsKcM9K460xFq7i8fBTi3H11cOLvPPkaXP2asw7D-tp1Xt4YFv7UJWEPGgwRKTFTF66Py/s400/Pic096.JPG" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">G-time with Sam<br /></span></strong><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTm7XnNnk-vXdFoDqpcS6SuKB7ehprd7Hqs8AtJPlrMXt8SSrOwS8M4DjjvnlXkxQXmx7kbgZsfI1T1JtG_-6tUdXhOtvYoetc-Fy_s0LBAsoThmP8YeDG3olxtzz2fIpm9yh5dbh23sz/s1600/Pic102.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 446px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556968313271760498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTm7XnNnk-vXdFoDqpcS6SuKB7ehprd7Hqs8AtJPlrMXt8SSrOwS8M4DjjvnlXkxQXmx7kbgZsfI1T1JtG_-6tUdXhOtvYoetc-Fy_s0LBAsoThmP8YeDG3olxtzz2fIpm9yh5dbh23sz/s400/Pic102.JPG" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">San Diego Zoo Trip<br /></span></strong><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfopcLIeovv-eZVBxzUpjrOivLJvJfLr12G__Kfu_BU-l4PnI1wohL6gMnMPek-K7HO0EkjsmH6GN3ccT6aG6LM3bzbbZ9sL6hyphenhyphenRr-u0kNsAqLYKPRJKT3AHJaSuHZc_ZfS56TKmIYRsEu/s1600/sam+sip+and+see.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 454px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 553px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556967634357954962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfopcLIeovv-eZVBxzUpjrOivLJvJfLr12G__Kfu_BU-l4PnI1wohL6gMnMPek-K7HO0EkjsmH6GN3ccT6aG6LM3bzbbZ9sL6hyphenhyphenRr-u0kNsAqLYKPRJKT3AHJaSuHZc_ZfS56TKmIYRsEu/s400/sam+sip+and+see.JPG" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> April Sip and See</span></strong></div><div><strong><br /></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU6oBYg93KLR9zYS82dPtJ0SsxiJxCdt3sp18ScVyhgdwZUpDyHs3LRG9rHdNUGG3FEeTpmrAynAsuFGHOKiH8gxkar0fWxGnM3f__QP7vCOAxlsi6b9iiEFUg1X7uEvIR4iCQLNPzlODa/s1600/uncle+bobby+and+sam.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 442px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556974409328649874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU6oBYg93KLR9zYS82dPtJ0SsxiJxCdt3sp18ScVyhgdwZUpDyHs3LRG9rHdNUGG3FEeTpmrAynAsuFGHOKiH8gxkar0fWxGnM3f__QP7vCOAxlsi6b9iiEFUg1X7uEvIR4iCQLNPzlODa/s400/uncle+bobby+and+sam.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><br />Playtime with Uncle Bobby<br /></strong><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQCxf6ZOrv1-psHRCRvc1idpJIacVDszKgIglWN32utA1KUhKNT-SUDp3M6Ifr5MprWrXAkqnrAjpDiWhxCladw6j1BM_k3UuqUlXajm9IKhyaJVBgTjTrcSwX7aVVOHgR45eGbWqrqJPX/s1600/alex+and+the+peruvian+children.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 473px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556967034977641090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQCxf6ZOrv1-psHRCRvc1idpJIacVDszKgIglWN32utA1KUhKNT-SUDp3M6Ifr5MprWrXAkqnrAjpDiWhxCladw6j1BM_k3UuqUlXajm9IKhyaJVBgTjTrcSwX7aVVOHgR45eGbWqrqJPX/s400/alex+and+the+peruvian+children.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Alex and Stephanie's Peru Mission Trip<br /></strong><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYUAhZDHcoxLiGHSXpl4BqAYyl4Y2MEb8Md_sdCT3UAwKYqn_0gwvJo-rKUkHd62nEKxVIlNyBIBY_gZbM4IkN3DzFkv4nL4ciN987H2rx7zrh6TkPXpSP28hF1AU_JBYrzTtg8BqzDiOX/s1600/portland+marathon.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 445px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556966467695001506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYUAhZDHcoxLiGHSXpl4BqAYyl4Y2MEb8Md_sdCT3UAwKYqn_0gwvJo-rKUkHd62nEKxVIlNyBIBY_gZbM4IkN3DzFkv4nL4ciN987H2rx7zrh6TkPXpSP28hF1AU_JBYrzTtg8BqzDiOX/s400/portland+marathon.JPG" /></a><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Alex's first Marathon takes place in Oregon </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong><br /> </div></span><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV2w-lisx_VDPtuBLwCMJGS58LPX-heYh-qYqgi1VF9J_LNC6OIlWbkp_rCwoTi7wJvoStcWSsNcxFd8m4jjTOGDdeqkoK5ws_8LwkjkxX5F7u5ivNPsK5_IkKx8wA_MUU3xiuVATfPiAZ/s1600/sychar+2010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 459px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556963914720193794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV2w-lisx_VDPtuBLwCMJGS58LPX-heYh-qYqgi1VF9J_LNC6OIlWbkp_rCwoTi7wJvoStcWSsNcxFd8m4jjTOGDdeqkoK5ws_8LwkjkxX5F7u5ivNPsK5_IkKx8wA_MUU3xiuVATfPiAZ/s400/sychar+2010.JPG" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sychar places #1 </span></strong></div><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556962337410002578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXeIf7aCqCi1lFKcDPlTDv9WXbe_564XW9NT7y-9xvB9KzyUJNM_4teQ4Ghdw5kkj8Ns4IeWB911JaI5mAgYuLn4CC3LVRL0Z47EW9HZH_IgR_yetB8M-AnVpUsBdjxxlRd3f6L6saXfJS/s400/PICT0033.JPG" /> </div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Babysitting trip to Austin</strong> </span><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1l9MYBd0ZP_uYid21m_QsjU6C2-BlMKh6HtWQ5K1gj2xdgZF6aqg9Folowfa6BSzFGbnI5RNDh_xwprkIt2eop5Ngjc5QFqvRVUQ3yDPFFjPKKTcWxfO1WRAmGbEpuTLWq0mLgrZQNqB/s1600/PICT0082.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 485px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556961955817918674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1l9MYBd0ZP_uYid21m_QsjU6C2-BlMKh6HtWQ5K1gj2xdgZF6aqg9Folowfa6BSzFGbnI5RNDh_xwprkIt2eop5Ngjc5QFqvRVUQ3yDPFFjPKKTcWxfO1WRAmGbEpuTLWq0mLgrZQNqB/s400/PICT0082.JPG" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Shanna and Alan's August Wedding<br /><br /></span></strong><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZb8JYMeFx0uZcWuK4_gBzO8f7CBEIkvJwINKIPJrxasWBx9Y7FImafPDhhfaeMOlIV-0DgBE4HSYXvBvlh1K3FHj2U5NbVhVuDKW2kGpmfS_-4zgBMDyNuTsy0AJbIlfFUzrkzEp0RWX/s1600/PICT0257.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 475px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556961588263943202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZb8JYMeFx0uZcWuK4_gBzO8f7CBEIkvJwINKIPJrxasWBx9Y7FImafPDhhfaeMOlIV-0DgBE4HSYXvBvlh1K3FHj2U5NbVhVuDKW2kGpmfS_-4zgBMDyNuTsy0AJbIlfFUzrkzEp0RWX/s400/PICT0257.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Sad return to Kansas City</strong> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"> </div></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwYt6V-AqwngybCHtxKLjDu2O-awr9DgHELhcH9cUVfNGkhdUu_orD8XwLkO_q19yysN3qnSx2-ucIzZabQuWHCDY_8B8jXWoxr9e2YBiFuuJFRVJYG0MeZ1psiGVlVYyrxNrXtZ9zOu7P/s1600/dad%2527s+obituary+photo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556970274963829010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwYt6V-AqwngybCHtxKLjDu2O-awr9DgHELhcH9cUVfNGkhdUu_orD8XwLkO_q19yysN3qnSx2-ucIzZabQuWHCDY_8B8jXWoxr9e2YBiFuuJFRVJYG0MeZ1psiGVlVYyrxNrXtZ9zOu7P/s400/dad%2527s+obituary+photo.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">September Farewell to Dad</span></strong></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div> </div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></div></strong><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Tx1QbBngpIzaUmqUefmEHnekFMJ0Me21ZStrwWLX0Bc7JvW2Z1tLopFfr8xhRaTkVsUQ3By5DEIopRpi7ktLDsaj_XAp8hKKPrslj6k72OFsfHpfqxM9pqnvpucZa9yPTGwEsf9F-JD8/s1600/PICT0053.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 475px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556959753146726898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Tx1QbBngpIzaUmqUefmEHnekFMJ0Me21ZStrwWLX0Bc7JvW2Z1tLopFfr8xhRaTkVsUQ3By5DEIopRpi7ktLDsaj_XAp8hKKPrslj6k72OFsfHpfqxM9pqnvpucZa9yPTGwEsf9F-JD8/s400/PICT0053.JPG" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sam's first BU homecoming!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><strong></strong></div><div><strong><div><br /></div></strong><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 555px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 416px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556959451871116770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxU4s3KStRCtxAyr96P0D3sfSgVkvSAjBMd8vCbRgfnN8T8popQ83Nd2ksr6ueKZ_-p_0N2dLZfzn37u8WlLLdniBvXKZvC4tfeIj6EhXFS4PIodjx15CJAC0g2ue6t7RFU2cQiKQJyAM/s400/PICT0003.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Bring on 2011!<br /></strong><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy5id1lHFuebU_Z5s5p9jh0PJyxKQrvmkA_K9axbMtJDcVq5JwCsn6TgyG-u0KReOGy213wqPfYsRNdZFDDNQLbBVQv15ZyygV4ZDI3UvFR7uN1iUKGoI3im2qjXQYSiG-g8YjtVPtjUzJ/s1600/plaza+lites4.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8zSKD06nPts1ZHbB9zsOBxps3Bl3VELQ-HtiKMsRL9UCxyJY05QgyAo_CmH1zvSRHGt6G1e2FpdPICYg-Y4BCnPYVXWDQU2FkE-3dTvIU-9awPUWSmQs_ipE7URNV-mPb3zf79-OgzqP/s1600/snowy+kansas.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><strong></strong></div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-3309664411692419952010-12-20T12:29:00.005-06:002010-12-31T22:04:33.819-06:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Dear Santa,<br />All I want for Christmas this year is my family!<br />I want to cradle my granddaughter, read to her from my holiday stack, look into the eyes of my adult children and see Christmases past.<br />Distance is my enemy. Miles empty my soul. </span>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-23426419902407634822010-11-19T09:31:00.004-06:002010-12-31T22:05:21.819-06:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Sometimes we just <span style="color:#000000;">groan</span><span style="color:#000000;">. Sometimes words cannot be found. The heaviness of this broken world renders us speechless</span><span style="color:#000000;">. Is evil, illness, injustice swallowing us?</span><br />Sometimes we just groan.<br />Our Advocate groans as well. He divinely sighs, rescuing the broken one who has no hope of escaping his condition.<br />He yearns for our likeness to the Son. He intercedes for our eternal security.<br />He groans on our behalf, offering our silent weight to the Heavens.<br />Sometimes we just groan.</span>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-26020523482748376962010-11-15T14:34:00.005-06:002010-12-31T22:05:52.868-06:00<span style="font-size:130%;">The probate petition arrives in the mail. It might as well be stamped: <span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><em>Final</em></strong></span><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br />God, I don't think I have the energy to travel this road of rememberance again.<br />Grief sucks the life out of me. Yet, You remind me that You go before me and that You hold all things together. So the journey begins with one trusting step after another while You <strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">lead.</span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Each painful memory of being a second thought will be soothed with a sweet reminder that You loved me <span style="color:#000000;">first</span>!</span></span>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-24651246046353071752010-11-10T08:50:00.005-06:002010-12-31T21:40:27.453-06:00Samantha is One!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>Happy Birthday Samantha!!!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmx-PNYyDhYADO9BSuwssJB1BH3tmctTNtF1u7oAAQvnAYsHkZsPXnT5n2MLzeIu-DVD6i_QT-9lIH7x1Za_UnmItERmsFJt7g3C6z35ImCTbRBTCG4Gnfcz1Zss49iAGxeV_S0fJOXKB/s1600/PICT0014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537934558482517330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmx-PNYyDhYADO9BSuwssJB1BH3tmctTNtF1u7oAAQvnAYsHkZsPXnT5n2MLzeIu-DVD6i_QT-9lIH7x1Za_UnmItERmsFJt7g3C6z35ImCTbRBTCG4Gnfcz1Zss49iAGxeV_S0fJOXKB/s400/PICT0014.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>You are the love of our life...</strong><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAl4eYen9lhKg8AvPZ_OzNqln0Irkqyxs1AeQQv3n5I7rkU_Jgj4oSmTgG2V0jyHjgcqKEtZEQYkX2BP2R-x2P32iIm4bzhQ3sXn2U6TM0nChGurD8_t4oyw-cpUpgvjHqOA3YyNxQ5n7/s1600/PICT0071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537934278876699634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAl4eYen9lhKg8AvPZ_OzNqln0Irkqyxs1AeQQv3n5I7rkU_Jgj4oSmTgG2V0jyHjgcqKEtZEQYkX2BP2R-x2P32iIm4bzhQ3sXn2U6TM0nChGurD8_t4oyw-cpUpgvjHqOA3YyNxQ5n7/s400/PICT0071.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> <strong><span style="color:#000000;">xoxo Granddaddy and Gigi xoxo</span></strong><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBHTazV4Dy-us9EWhoVNrC6VygXliA7t2kwWlORjLGSybee-L9YBN0sONGsq5aINNObCbpq-F0HNjyf3bzktjn-WvD3Ee0pd2m7kExldhSTXBZDci7x-8tyo5rtKjGNUXr0M-3CrVuX3AO/s1600/PICT0003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537933922297209762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBHTazV4Dy-us9EWhoVNrC6VygXliA7t2kwWlORjLGSybee-L9YBN0sONGsq5aINNObCbpq-F0HNjyf3bzktjn-WvD3Ee0pd2m7kExldhSTXBZDci7x-8tyo5rtKjGNUXr0M-3CrVuX3AO/s400/PICT0003.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-31518872823854398732010-09-22T14:32:00.005-05:002010-12-31T22:06:17.801-06:00<span style="font-size:130%;">I launch the dvd and I melt.<br />The heart, so guarded, yields to memories.<br />I struggle to seize the sweet ones, but I know they simmer deep in my being.<br />Little girl hugging daddy's neck...once upon a time, there must have been affection.<br />Lasting images collapse the reserve and the dam breaks.<br />I gasp and choke with pain and regret for recent photos scream his numbered days.<br />Did this weathered man's heart yearn for the sweet ones as well?</span>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-46221503627446112912010-09-17T22:12:00.010-05:002010-12-31T22:06:42.986-06:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">"I still love you."</span><br />Words on a birthday card; words that sear my soul.<br />A phone call, girded with prayer and hope for reconciliation, fails to connect.<br />Again, disappointment bruises my heart.<br />Dial once again? Or simply let hope find its way on parchment wings?<br />Time runs out...wavering misses the deadline.<br />Guilt punches me again and again. Did his heart cry regret and yearn for one last conversation?<br />Betrayal fades slowly...forgiveness often comes too late.<br />Can affection reach the heavens?</span>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-71391559461609793432010-09-09T01:57:00.008-05:002010-12-31T22:07:04.840-06:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Words refuse to flow tonight; only toss and tumble from my pain.<br />I stand before my God small and fragile. My friend says it's the little girl in me; Joyce Landorf describes it as the little bird who has lost her song.<br />Broken, hurt, empty is all I can muster.<br />A frail charge who desperately yearns to be loved, but finds the prize beyond her reach.<br />Love can't even slip through outstretched fingers when love has never cradled them.<br />Stark reality leaves me orphaned and lost.<br />Fatherly love should swallow us, but sometimes the fathers can't find such gifting within them.<br />My hope crushed now that the flame no longer flickers.<br />Tonight I struggle to feel Heaven's parental embrace.<br />I know it abounds, but grief blurs the senses.</span>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-35693577090432746502010-08-23T13:25:00.017-05:002010-09-23T10:47:59.843-05:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKAHddTD-_CCyJb-FT-adHaPVKxSBMdMT4deGSkXeaFGVtGHAfCNHDM5MbARRk8Jp4uCf_GxN3Znjm2rTxu2fkyXfgqNjQO_p9la86SbDymmgzErgV6cBp23ZZwQud5EdrDMzvrKjb4Bcz/s1600/Tina+Adams.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508682954227532258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKAHddTD-_CCyJb-FT-adHaPVKxSBMdMT4deGSkXeaFGVtGHAfCNHDM5MbARRk8Jp4uCf_GxN3Znjm2rTxu2fkyXfgqNjQO_p9la86SbDymmgzErgV6cBp23ZZwQud5EdrDMzvrKjb4Bcz/s400/Tina+Adams.JPG" /></a> <em>One brief meeting...hope was shared.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Our eyes told it all...cancer was mounting its final assault.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Hours spent storming the gates of Heaven...His plan was Heaven </em><em>bound.</em></div><div align="center"><em>I knew you, Tina, because you knew the Holy One.</em></div><div align="center"><em>I heard your stories until my sides ached from laughter.</em></div><div align="center"><em>I suspect you laughed with joy right into His arms.</em></div><div align="center"><em>No more prayers for you...only your own.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Til we meet again, may Hope resound.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-55977519553133905732010-08-12T11:00:00.007-05:002011-01-01T21:23:36.121-06:00One more timeThe anger swells again...surprise attack shatters the peace... forgive again, Lord?<br />The heart wrestles with obedience. Forgiveness is too hard, Lord, too exhausting.<br />But your Word pierces. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">You must forgive!</span> Jesus' very words...no other options.<br />The heart cries for help once more. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Increase my faith!</span>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-14362633992061694162010-07-03T13:39:00.010-05:002010-08-24T10:12:53.971-05:00In God We Trust<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2xFWCFbV4rQKR7SKpfyXDmLuWV1-tncoLteElzzTl4f0bR6F21HkBUdRFTcx60v_UQv_ofLeBQY7FZLeawRrehOLnIRx3j-Gj5YsLp1Zu5CBTD0hIaPBXnB41lSDiM52ejxs_VrpW2di/s1600/The+liberty+window.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489752849172337218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2xFWCFbV4rQKR7SKpfyXDmLuWV1-tncoLteElzzTl4f0bR6F21HkBUdRFTcx60v_UQv_ofLeBQY7FZLeawRrehOLnIRx3j-Gj5YsLp1Zu5CBTD0hIaPBXnB41lSDiM52ejxs_VrpW2di/s320/The+liberty+window.jpg" /></a></div><p align="center">The Liberty Window, Christ Church of Philadelphia<br /></p><p align="center">Oh Lord, heavenly Father, high and mighty King of kings and Lord of lords, who dolt from thy throne behold all the dwellers on earth and reignest with power supreme and uncontrolled over all the kingdoms, empires and governments; look down in mercy, we beseech Thee, on these America States who have fled to Thee from the rod of the oppressor, and thrown themselves on thy gracious protection, desiring to be henceforth dependent on only thee; to thee they have appealed for the righteousness of their cause; to thee do they now look up for that countenance and support that only thou alone canst give; take them, therefore, heavenly Father, under thy nurturing care; give them wisdom in council; and valor in the field; defeat the malicious designs of our cruel adversaries; convince them of the unrighteousness of their cause, and if they still persist in their sangiunary purposes, oh, let the voice of thine own unerring justice, sounding in their hearts, constrain them to drop the weapons of war from their unnerved hands in the day of battle!</p><br /><div align="center">Be thou present, O God of wisdom and direct the councils of this honorable assembly: enable them to settle things of the best and surest foundation, that the scene of blood may be speedily closed, that order, harmony and peace may be effectually restored, and truth and justice, religion and piety, prevail and flourish amongst thy people. Preserve the health of their bodies and the vigor of their minds; shower down on them and the millions they here represent, such temporal blessing thou seest expedient for them in this world and crown them with everlasting glory in the world to come. </div><br /><div align="center">All this we ask in the name and through the merits of Jesus Christ, Thy Son, our Saviour.<br />Amen</div><div align="center">Reverend Jacob Duche</div><div align="center">Rector of <a href="http://www.christchurchphila.org/">Christ Church Philadelphia</a>, Pennyslvania</div><div align="center">September 7, 1774</div><div align="center">First prayer of the Continental Congress, 1774</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-38172995614151292282010-06-02T14:04:00.003-05:002010-06-02T14:48:50.038-05:00High Places<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiO2ksrsgm3JgfKcDo91Vczn8SlEgzzR7rVmtp9DEQltXT6k3hVDaMp39iPgzJb3gNwDT-y4K62MKwDXqLy87jxH8kW7F1S2HXCwpSQ9-AuprwCuYbWxTsB9y6q_Y7glrwE_8nNxtT7mNX/s1600/high+places.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478255502790546962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiO2ksrsgm3JgfKcDo91Vczn8SlEgzzR7rVmtp9DEQltXT6k3hVDaMp39iPgzJb3gNwDT-y4K62MKwDXqLy87jxH8kW7F1S2HXCwpSQ9-AuprwCuYbWxTsB9y6q_Y7glrwE_8nNxtT7mNX/s320/high+places.JPG" /></a>Only you, Oh LORD, deserve to be exalted!</div><div align="center">Perversion...for me to sit in the high place that is reserved for You.</div><div align="center">We worm our way to the top, sometimes oblivious of the climb. Self-centered, unaffected by the path of destruction, we simply cannot live out our appointed position. Discontent with humility...unwilling to accept servanthood...exchanging Your plan for a season of glory. Father, guard me from such malady for I fear the long and crippling fall! Quickly open my eyes to the aftermath of elevating myself before You and others. </div><div align="center">You, alone, be exalted!</div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083222761816304190.post-41514280031366251192010-05-09T23:33:00.007-05:002011-12-29T21:51:04.373-06:00Mother's Day 2010<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Less of me, more of You...I've been watching life through new lenses. Sadly, I observe a malignancy attacking Kingdom life. The life-sucking "M" word...Me! I asked for fresh perspective; not to be disappointed. New cases of selfishness crop up daily, growing in epidemic proportion, but the ugliness is overshadowed by promising cure. One wise woman calls from the wilderness, challenging the sin-sick to shed their self-medicating approach to scripture study, replacing it with intentional search for the One who gives life to the Holy pages. I take the bait and plunge. Genesis: chapter one...His rich character calls from each life altering verse . Exodus: chapter three and four...an evolving list shatters my complacent spirit.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">May </span><span style="font-size: large;">births healing from my chronic condition. </span><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: large;"> LORD, eradicate my Me disease! </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;"> Infuse me with growing knowledge of only You. </span></em><br />
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<em>John Newton 1779</em></div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02316952786085682826noreply@blogger.com0