<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836</id><updated>2011-10-09T22:42:53.773-05:00</updated><category term='Prima Latina'/><category term='Math-U-See'/><category term='Think-A-Minutes'/><category term='Bible Study'/><category term='Weaver'/><category term='LSCA'/><category term='Homeschooling'/><category term='Weight Gain'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Giveaway'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='service'/><category term='camp'/><category term='Curriculum'/><category term='Purpose'/><title type='text'>A New Story To Tell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-3445403452383830870</id><published>2011-01-12T17:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T18:17:13.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where He leads, I will follow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's a new year and that means time for a resolution.  Mine?  Stop procrastinating.  I've been trying to keep up with this, but it's hard.  I mean I've been working 35+ years on perfecting the art of procrastination.  I'll continue to work on this, because I think it's important and will help in every area of my life.  However, I read an article recently that made me rethink the whole idea of a New Year's resolution  (&lt;a href="http://justbetweenusmagazine.blogspot.com/2011/01/give-yourself-spiritual-makeover.html?spref=fb"&gt;http://justbetweenusmagazine.blogspot.com/2011/01/give-yourself-spiritual-makeover.html?spref=fb&lt;/a&gt;).  The article's author, Laura Leathers recommends having a spiritual theme or goal for each new year.  So I devoted this to prayer.  I wanted to take this seriously and for it to be something that God wanted to teach me this year.  I admit I got very hung up on trying to make it snappy and rhyme with 2011.  For a couple of days I went around and around in my head; back and forth between waiting quietly for God's lead and listening to my own "great" ideas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say that sometimes when you ask for God to show you something He really shows you!  I must also say that sometimes I miss the forest for all the trees.  During these few days of prayer and consideration, a few things happened that should have made it very obvious, but again those pesky trees were getting in the way.  First off, a plan I had for the near future fell through.  This caused me to question some other decisions that had hung on this plan of mine.  So while I'm wringing my hands wondering what to do now, I was going back and forth about this theme as well.  When I finally stopped being so preoccupied with all the leaves and bark and limbs that were in my way, I realized exactly what I need to learn.  I need to learn to follow God's lead instead of asking Him to jump on board with whatever I have in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to title my theme: Where He leads, I will follow (I abandoned the idea of it rhyming or being especially snappy).  I've jotted my theme in the front of my Bible.  I've shared my theme with a few people in hopes that they will pray for and encourage me.  Rob and I are reading through &lt;i&gt;The Purpose Driven Life&lt;/i&gt; together.  I've found a few scriptures that support the need to follow His lead.  I still need to write those in my Bible and start keeping a prayer journal to work through this and see how God is working.  Since I'm working on that procrastination thing, I'm sure I'll get that started very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1356945546086777836-3445403452383830870?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/3445403452383830870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=3445403452383830870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/3445403452383830870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/3445403452383830870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-he-leads-i-will-follow.html' title='Where He leads, I will follow.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-5259899531814859848</id><published>2010-08-07T23:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T00:03:01.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>I saw Jesus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This summer has been ridiculously busy and at times very stressful.  We have had so many camps, meetings, appointments, trips, VBS's...the list goes on and on.  Now that the summer is coming to a close, I was thinking about all that we have done and am just dumbfounded.  We have had some amazing opportunities and gotten to know some really great people.  The pinnacle of the summer was this past week.  I saw Jesus!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I saw Jesus in six teenagers who paid money to sleep in tents, get eaten by bugs, sweat their socks off and work very hard for people they've never met.  I saw Jesus in three adults who gave up a week of their time to do all that and show love to six teenagers.  I saw Jesus in a man that stepped out of his comfort zone and let God show him amazing things.  I saw Jesus in a couple who is preparing to move to New Zealand and plant a church.  I saw Jesus in a young woman who gave up her plans and let the LORD lead her to establish and work for a non-profit organization to support an orphanage in Kenya.  I saw Jesus in college students and campus ministers who are sold-out Christians and are open to His leading.  I saw Jesus in a couple who is preparing to move to Thailand to teach and share the gospel.  I saw Jesus in a tearful minister with a heart for all of God's people.  I saw Jesus in a woman who works all summer in a busy kitchen for no pay so that under-privileged kids can have an opportunity to come to camp.  I saw Him in breadline workers, generous strangers, ranch hands, a middle-aged woman and a hard-working camp staff.  I saw Jesus in a little almost-nine-year-old girl who chose to ask Him into her heart and is now embarking on the most amazing journey of her life.  I even caught a glimpse of Jesus in me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a phenomenal week!  There were little things that warmed my heart and big things that broke it.  There was discomfort and sweat and dirt and manure and I wouldn't trade a second of it.  I would have loved to stay at camp and keep that mountain-top high just a little longer.  But all good things must come to an end, right?  I had to pack up our things and say, "good-bye" to so many wonderful people that I met.  I had to come home and wash our laundry and water the plants and feed the cats.  But I hope I never, ever stop seeing Jesus.  I want to look for Him and find Him in people I encounter every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&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/1356945546086777836-5259899531814859848?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/5259899531814859848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=5259899531814859848' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/5259899531814859848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/5259899531814859848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-saw-jesus.html' title='I saw Jesus!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-3351327081282586577</id><published>2010-07-15T10:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:38:24.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prima Latina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curriculum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think-A-Minutes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weaver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math-U-See'/><title type='text'>2010-2011 Curriculum</title><content type='html'>I am getting very pumped about the start of our 2nd year homeschooling!  I'm currently in the lesson planning stage.  I'm looking forward to adding some new elements and doing things a little differently.  &lt;div&gt;I was thinking of doing workboxes, but we just don't have the space to do it properly.  I really like the idea of both the kids knowing what they have to accomplish each day, so I've decided to make up lesson plan books for them and for me, this year.  That way, every morning they will have their day mapped out and know how much they have left to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working along with that, I'm getting ready to make up some folder games, flash cards and other "busy" work that is also entertaining.  I really want to make an Anti-bored Board to hang somewhere.  I haven't decided exactly how to go about this yet, so I'll post more about that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what we're using for curriculum, this year:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Weaver-Volume 2 (&lt;a href="http://www.aophomeschooling.com/weaver/overview.php"&gt;http://www.aophomeschooling.com/weaver/overview.php&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penmanship To Praise (&lt;a href="http://www.aophomeschooling.com/weaver/resources/penmanship-to-praise/"&gt;http://www.aophomeschooling.com/weaver/resources/penmanship-to-praise/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Success In Spelling (&lt;a href="http://www.aophomeschooling.com/weaver/resources/success-in-spelling/"&gt;http://www.aophomeschooling.com/weaver/resources/success-in-spelling/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wisdom Words (&lt;a href="http://www.aophomeschooling.com/weaver/resources/wisdom-words/"&gt;http://www.aophomeschooling.com/weaver/resources/wisdom-words/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math-U-See-(&lt;a href="http://www.mathusee.com/catalog.php"&gt;http://www.mathusee.com/catalog.php&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're also adding Logic &amp;amp; Latin.  Here's what we're using for those:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prima Latina (&lt;a href="http://www.memoriapress.com/descriptions/prima.htm"&gt;http://www.memoriapress.com/descriptions/prima.htm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Funsters Think-A-Minutes (&lt;a href="http://www.criticalthinking.com/series/001/index_p.jsp"&gt;http://www.criticalthinking.com/series/001/index_p.jsp&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-3351327081282586577?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/3351327081282586577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=3351327081282586577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/3351327081282586577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/3351327081282586577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/07/2010-2011-curriculum.html' title='2010-2011 Curriculum'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-1659721028253377651</id><published>2010-06-29T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T09:29:48.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, I mean THIS is the final installment</title><content type='html'>I was mistaken.  Here is the last Pure Purpose excerpt.  Leave a comment if you would like to be entered in the giveaway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Endurance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;What if someone took a snapshot of you and made it an example for others so that’s all others know about your life? Some snapshots of our lives can be framed into a nice photo that accurately reflects a particular situation in our lives. However, our lives aren’t mere snapshots. Our lives are rich recordings, capturing our thoughts, emotions, relationships, situations, struggles, growth…every detail of every moment of our lives. Our lives are a marathon. We may stop to walk along the way. We might make a wrong turn and need to get back on track. We may enjoy the refreshing wind at times and sit by the side of the road in tears sometimes. Endurance is movement through the marathon of life, regardless of the varying types and speeds of movement. Endurance involves perseverance. Sometimes we persevere at a sprint, and sometimes we barely shuffle our feet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;When have your legs felt strong and you felt the refreshing wind in your face as you ran through life?&lt;span style="color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;When have you been completely overwhelmed with the path ahead, your legs feeling like massive weights, and you wanted to stop for a long rest?&lt;span style="color: black"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Since we have been made right with God by our faith, we have peace with God. This happened through our Lord Jesus Christ, who through our faith has brought us into that blessing of God's grace that we now enjoy. And we are happy because of the hope we have of sharing God's glory. We also have joy with our troubles, because we know that these troubles produce patience. And patience produces character, and character produces hope. And this hope will never disappoint us, because God has poured out his love to fill our hearts. He gave us his love through the Holy Spirit, whom God has given to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; Romans 5:1-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;When we have problems and trials, we can develop endurance. (We can also sit and mope and whine and become self-focused.) Endurance develops character. Character develops our hope in salvation. And yet…isn’t it our hope in salvation, our relationship with Jesus, our acceptance and understanding of God’s character, that helps us deal with our problems and trials in the first place? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;You see, we often stop where we are because we’re waiting on something. We think we need more faith or we need more strength or we need more courage. We may even ask God for it. And then we wait and wait and wait….when we already have what we need! If you have a relationship with Jesus, you have his strength and courage. You may not always feel like you have it, but it’s there. We may feel completely drained and insufficient and incapable, but it’s not because we actually are. Standing on the promise of Romans 1:5. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;The Holy Spirit gives us everything we need. The strength and courage we need is already in us, and not only is it in us, but the Holy Spirit &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;fills&lt;/i&gt; us! You have access to God’s love, courage, strength, joy, discernment (and the list goes on…) inside you, accessible at all times. So why do you think we still want to sit beside the road, bury our head in our hands and quit?&lt;span style="color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;My thoughts might not be even close to yours, but here are a few I’ve considered.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Even when we know God provides all we need through him, we try to rely into our own strength and courage instead of tapping into his. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;We wait to tap into his strength and courage only when we’re completely exhausted. We try to hand him the baton, expecting him to run the rest of the way &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;for&lt;/i&gt; us, not &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;with&lt;/i&gt; us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.5in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Garamond;mso-bidi-font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;We rely on the Holy Spirit to guide, equip, and encourage us so infrequently that we’re not sure how to listen and rely on him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;We’re human. I don’t want this to become a crutch we rely on, but we have to admit, we’re going to struggle with our past baggage, current struggles, and future apprehensions. The key is whether we try to manage it all or rely on God to equip us to persevere and endure.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Our marathon doesn’t start the moment we get the phone call, receive the diagnosis, or discover the betrayal. We don’t run through the crisis and check it off our list. Our marathon is our entire life. Challenging uphill climbs. Downhill coasts. Crushed by crowds of people. Feelings of isolation. Encouraged by others. Discouraged as others fly by. Inadequacies. Doubt. Injuries. Milestones. Rejuvenation. It’s all part of the marathon. And you’re in training through the entire marathon. Increase your endurance through consistent training. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-indent:.5in;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Training isn’t just a to-do list. It’s a to-be list. What you do prepares you for who you become. Who you are influences what you do. Both are intimately connected. What is God prompting you to do and who is he prompting you to become?&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Adapted from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Pure Purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; by Susan H. Lawrence. Check out Susan’s blog at http://purepurposebook.wordpress.com/ and follow &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Pure Purpose&lt;/i&gt; on Facebook at http://tinyurl.com/PurePurposeFB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-1659721028253377651?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/1659721028253377651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=1659721028253377651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/1659721028253377651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/1659721028253377651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/06/oops-i-mean-this-is-final-installment.html' title='Oops, I mean THIS is the final installment'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-8903787159833428168</id><published>2010-06-25T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:50:23.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Purpose - Week 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Here's the 4th and final installment of the Pure Purpose excerpts.  I also have a pdf sample.  If you'd like to take a look at it, just leave your email address in your comment and I'll send it to you.  Don't forget to leave a comment so that you can possibly win a free copy of Susan's book!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Authenticity&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-variant:small-caps;color:black"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;, teach me what you want me to do, and I will live by your truth. Teach me to respect you completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Psalm 86:11&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Authenticity i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;s “being actually and exactly what is claimed.” (&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/"&gt;www.merriam-webster.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Have you ever given advice you have difficulty applying in your own life? Have you ever stretched the truth (a.k.a., lied) to make yourself look a little better or perhaps a little worse in order to avoid doing something? (Perhaps you’ve even deceived yourself.) Are there areas of your life in which you know there are principles you should follow, but you just don’t seem to be able to discipline yourself to apply them or you struggle with how they apply directly to you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Truthfulness isn’t just about what you say. It’s about the way you live. It paves the way for an authenticity in our lives, a perspective that reflects actually and exactly what we claim. Authenticity is a reflection of God, which means if we want authenticity, we can’t look in our own mirror; we have to use God’s.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Truthfulness affects others. It affects their faith, because it affects how they see God. Whether I have a long-term relationship or momentary encounter with someone, my character, the way I behave, my attitude…all combine to reflect the God who created me for purpose on this earth. No moment, no situation, no person is insignificant. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;And here’s the truth. I don’t always reflect the truth of God’s character. Sure, sometimes it has nothing to do with deceit. It might have to do with ignorance. But in all honesty, how often are we ignorant in a situation…versus how often we&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt; rationalize&lt;/i&gt; we’re ignorant? It’s much easier to plead innocence than to take responsibility. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Not listening to God isn’t the same as not knowing his character. We live in a “shirk responsibility” culture. It’s easier to blame someone else. But when it comes to your personal walk with God, it’s between you and him. I can assure you, he’s not the one creating space. Are we distant from God sometimes? Yes, but we can acknowledge the distance and move. Or we can choose instead to try to figure out the distance, whine about the distance, and end up in the same place weeks or months from now. Are we hurt or confused sometimes? Yes, but again, we can acknowledge our emotions and experience and begin the process of moving to another place, or steep in the turmoil and end up in the same situation, or worse, weeks or months from now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;You’re not a victim. How can I be so sure? Because I know my God. He’s not a victimizer. He’s a Victor. He created you. And he is Truth. There is truth in you. We need to let him reveal it to us, so you see the reflection God sees. So others see the reflection God sees.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-indent:.5in;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; understands all hearts, and he &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;s you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; Proverbs 24:12&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-indent:.5in;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;(For practical tools for how to “get R.E.A.L.,” authentic in your &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;elationships, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;xperiences, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;ttitudes and &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;eadership, check out Week Eight of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Pure Purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt; by Susan H. Lawrence.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Check out Susan’s blog at http://purepurposebook.wordpress.com/ and follow &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Pure Purpose&lt;/i&gt; on Facebook at http://tinyurl.com/PurePurposeFB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-8903787159833428168?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/8903787159833428168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=8903787159833428168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/8903787159833428168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/8903787159833428168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/06/pure-purpose-week-4.html' title='Pure Purpose - Week 4'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-7550128611921798995</id><published>2010-06-14T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:25:02.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Purpose - Week #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Here's another excerpt from Susan Lawrence's study entitled &lt;i&gt;Pure purpose&lt;/i&gt;.  Be sure to leave a comment and you will be entered into the drawing for a free copy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Communication&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Each of us is impacted by our past experiences, family, health, education, relationships, and much more. Consider everything and everyone who has impacted your life from teachers to friends to coworkers to ministers. Jot as many as you can in one minute.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Each time we communicate, we bring our background with us. We use it to make sense of what we’re saying. Others bring different background to their communications. We may have some similarities, but no two people’s lives are exactly the same, and no two people will communicate in exactly the same way. We filter what we say and what we hear. So every time you say something, it goes through two filters: yours and the person’s to whom you’re talking. Every time you hear something, it goes through two filters: yours and the person’s who is speaking to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Understanding our filters helps us understand our communications better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Consider a situation in which you made an assumption that was later proved to be inaccurate about someone. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;If one assumption you’re made has been proven inaccurate, consider the possibility than &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; assumption you make about people might be inaccurate. We hear and give information based on our filters. But our filters aren’t purely clean. Our experiences, relationships, and attitudes clog our screens…and the screens of people we’re communicating with. That’s why we sometimes think someone said something they didn’t say or insist they didn’t tell us something when they actually did.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Being aware of your filters means acknowledging the possibility there’s been a miscommunication. When there’s a miscommunication, who’s responsible?&lt;span style="color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;There are at least two people involved in communication. Both have filters. Does it really matter who’s right and who’s wrong when there’s a miscommunication? If the goal is communication, and communication isn’t complete or effective, strive to focus on the goal-communication- instead of getting stuck in a blame game.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;No one should accuse or blame another person. Don't blame the people, you priests, when they quarrel with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Hosea 4:4&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;We can’t assume everyone shares our experiences. It can be frustrating to start at the beginning to explain something to someone when we just want to move on, but again, if the goal is communication, and communication isn’t complete or effective, we need to strive to focus on the goal, communication, instead of getting stuck focusing on our filters, who should already know what, how much time we need to take to explain something, etc. Building relationships with healthy communication is always worth time and effort.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Here’s my list of communication tips.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.75in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;No one is a mind-reader. If you want or expect someone to know something, tell them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.75in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Take a breath before speaking. Once it’s spoken, you can’t swallow it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.75in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Communication will fail. Do your best, but know it’s not foolproof.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.75in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Communication is not avoidable. You can be quiet, but you’re still communicating.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.75in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Communication assumes…based on past experiences, relationships, and personality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.75in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Communication involves relationship. It’s not just about you, your intentions, and your goals.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;How will you reflect God in your communication?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-indent:.5in;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;It will not really be you speaking but the Spirit of your Father speaking through you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt; Matthew 10:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Adapted from &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Pure Purpose&lt;/i&gt; by Susan H. Lawrence. Check out Susan’s blog at http://purepurposebook.wordpress.com/ and follow &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Pure Purpose&lt;/i&gt; on Facebook at http://tinyurl.com/PurePurposeFB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-7550128611921798995?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/7550128611921798995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=7550128611921798995' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/7550128611921798995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/7550128611921798995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/06/pure-purpose-week-3.html' title='Pure Purpose - Week #3'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-3788921760183309011</id><published>2010-06-06T16:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:57:06.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Purpose - Week #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Garamond, serif;"&gt;Here's your weekly taste of&lt;i&gt; Pure Purpose&lt;/i&gt; from my friend, Susan Lawrence.  If you'd like to win a copy of this excellent study, just leave a comment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Compassion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;How have you shown compassion to someone you didn’t know. It doesn’t have to be huge. Have you helped someone carry groceries? Paid for someone’s lunch when her debit card was declined? Listened to someone’s struggles while sitting on a plane or in a doctor’s office?&lt;span style="color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Compassion is sincere. To share a burden or to sympathize with someone isn’t motivated by guilt or obligation. It’s a tug into action, rooted in love, consideration and kindness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;When do you avert your eyes from a need? Who do you pass by? Consider any groups of people or situations you consistently avoid. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Need help? Consider the following: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div class="Section2"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.75in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;ð &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Roadside beggars&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.75in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;ð &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Veterans&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.75in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;ð &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Drug addicts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.75in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;ð &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Foreign missions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.75in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;ð &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Homeless&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.75in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;ð &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Poor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.75in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;ð &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Single moms&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.75in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;ð &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Door-to-door solicitors&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.75in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;ð &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Hitchhikers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.75in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;ð &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Donation solicitor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;What are some reasons for avoiding people?&lt;span style="color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;There are certainly some safety issues we must consider. If you’re walking alone in the mall parking lot and are pursued by a man asking to use your phone to call for help, you should immediately move toward a populated area.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;But I wonder how often we rationalize not showing compassion because of an exception, not a rule. How often do we assume we know someone’s motives, and we don’t want to be taken advantage of, so we pass by?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:.5in;background:white"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Jesus answered, “As a man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, some robbers attacked him. They tore off his clothes, beat him, and left him lying there, almost dead. It happened that a priest was going down that road. When he saw the man, he walked by on the other side. Next, a Levite came there, and after he went over and looked at the man, he walked by on the other side of the road. Then a Samaritan traveling down the road came to where the hurt man was. When he saw the man, he felt very sorry for him. The Samaritan went to him, poured olive oil and wine on his wounds, and bandaged them. Then he put the hurt man on his own donkey and took him to an inn where he cared for him. The next day, the Samaritan brought out two coins, gave them to the innkeeper, and said, ‘Take care of this man. If you spend more money on him, I will pay it back to you when I come again.’”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:.5in;background:white"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Then Jesus said, “Which one of these three men do you think was a neighbor to the man who was attacked by the robbers?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:.5in;background:white"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;The expert on the law answered, “The one who showed him mercy.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:.5in;background:white"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Jesus said to him, “Then go and do what he did.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Luke 10:30-37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Consider this happening in today’s world. Picture the roadside where you might see this man and what your reaction might be when you encounter him? What are your assumptions, and how do they determine your response?&lt;span style="color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;What happens when we assume we know someone’s past, motives, etc.?&lt;span style="color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Isn’t it funny, when the other fellow takes a long time to do something, he’s slow. When I take a long time to do something, I’m thorough. When the other fellow doesn’t do it, he’s lazy. When I don’t do it, I’m busy. When the other fellow does it without being told, he’s overstepping his bounds. When I go ahead and do it without being told, that’s initiative. When the other fellow states his opinion strongly, he’s bullheaded. When I state my opinion strongly, I’m firm. When the other fellow overlooks a few rules of etiquette, he’s rude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Tom Knight, quoted by Charles McHarry, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;New York Daily News&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Brothers and sisters, do not tell evil lies about each other. If you speak against your fellow believers or judge them, you are judging and speaking against the law they follow. And when you are judging the law, you are no longer a follower of the law. You have become a judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt; James 4:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Adapted from &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Pure Purpose&lt;/i&gt; by Susan H. Lawrence. Check out Susan’s blog at http://purepurposebook.wordpress.com/ and follow &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Pure Purpose&lt;/i&gt; on Facebook at http://tinyurl.com/PurePurposeFB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-3788921760183309011?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/3788921760183309011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=3788921760183309011' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/3788921760183309011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/3788921760183309011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/06/pure-purpose-week-2.html' title='Pure Purpose - Week #2'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-5082801237044586885</id><published>2010-06-01T04:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T04:14:59.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose'/><title type='text'>A Peek At Pure Purpose &amp; And Upcoming Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Garamond, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Once a week, through the month of June I will be sharing my blog with my friend, Susan Lawrence.  She has written a wonderful study book entitled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pure Purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  Susan has been generous enough to offer me a copy of her book to give away.  If you leave a comment after any of the &lt;i&gt;Pure Purpose&lt;/i&gt; posts, you will be entered in the drawing.  Good luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Humility&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;When I was a young girl, I’d slip my feet into my dad’s boots. They reached my knees or higher, and my feet slipped forward as I stepped and upward as I lifted my feet. He had big shoes to fill, but I felt special to have them on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;We’re not going to fit into God’s shoes, but the slipping and sliding is totally worth it. I’d rather fall down and get hurt walking in God’s shoes than wearing anyone else’s! Including mine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Humility reminds us that we don’t fill someone else’s shoes, particularly God’s. But our perspective is often distorted, and our humility is affected. We think too highly of ourselves. Or we don’t think high enough of ourselves – as God’s creation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Our desire to look good affects humility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Our desire to feel good affects humility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Our desire for the best deal affects humility.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;We can become bitter when we think we haven’t been given a “fair” life. And we can become complacent or even prideful when we think we’ve been given a “good” life. Both are dangerous, and both are deceptive, because both focus on what we &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;think&lt;/i&gt;. You’re not God, so who are you to decide what a good or bad, fair or unfair, life is? Remember, God is the source of your life. He knows every detail. And he knows how all the details work together toward your purpose. And because God is God, we know...he knows&lt;span style="color:black"&gt; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;“what I am planning for you,” says the &lt;span style="font-variant:small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;. “I have good plans for you, not plans to hurt you. I will give you hope and a good future.”&lt;/i&gt; (Jeremiah 29:11)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;The truth is…when we focus on how we look or feel or what type of “deal” we’re getting, our focus is ME-centered, not GOD-centered. You have a choice each moment of your life to either say,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;“I can do this pretty well on my own.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;OR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;“I can’t and don’t want to do this without God.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Humility is not about putting yourself down. It’s about a proper relationship with God. Look up to God. When we say “I can do this,” we take God out of it and fail to acknowledge his existence. We become the focus. When we say “I can’t,” we take God out of it and fail to acknowledge his strength. We deflate ourselves or inflate ourselves, and both are wrong. We’re not the source of the air. God is. When we only allow him to inflate us through his encouragement and deflate us through his discipline, we start all our sentences with God. We must acknowledge God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;To the church of God in Corinth, to you who have been made holy in Christ Jesus. You were called to be God's holy people with all people everywhere who pray in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ—their Lord and ours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;1 Corinthians 1:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;God can do all things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;That’s all we need to know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Your worth is in him, my friend, and no one, including yourself, can make you worth any more or any less.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Adapted from &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Pure Purpose&lt;/i&gt; by Susan H. Lawrence. Check out Susan’s blog at http://purepurposebook.wordpress.com/ and follow &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Pure Purpose&lt;/i&gt; on Facebook at http://tinyurl.com/PurePurposeFB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-5082801237044586885?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/5082801237044586885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=5082801237044586885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/5082801237044586885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/5082801237044586885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/06/peek-at-pure-purpose-and-upcoming.html' title='A Peek At Pure Purpose &amp; And Upcoming Giveaway'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-3770226115775913082</id><published>2010-04-21T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:34:27.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be still and know that I am God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anxious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;disheartened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fearful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to the point of paralyzing myself.  It's all just little things, but when I sit here and make my list it just overwhelms me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The carpets need to be cleaned.  The windows need washed.  There are hand prints on the hallway walls.  The floors need mopped.  The basement needs cleaned.  Am I doing a good enough job with the kids?  The computer desk needs to be cleared off and organized.  I should exercise more.  I need to start eating right.  Am I any good at this home schooling thing?  Oh the laundry...the bathroom...the dishes.  It's time for the trustees to do a walk-through of the house...the house will never be clean enough.  The school year is almost over...have they learned a thing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Be still and know that I am God &lt;/span&gt;- Psalm 46:10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sat here lamenting over my present situation, this verse popped into my head.  I decided to google it and here is the first thing I found...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 14px; text-indent: 18px; "&gt;"This command — “be still” — forces us to think on two things: that we are finite, and that God is infinite. That being the case, we need to drop our hands, go limp, relax, and “chill out.” Christian people ought to “come, behold the works of Jehovah,” (v. 8) that we may enjoy a calm confidence in him who gave us his Son.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 14px; text-indent: 18px; "&gt;“Shall he not also with him freely give us all things?” Paul reasoned (Romans 8:32). Psalm 46:10 encourages us to reflect on what God can do in the face of what we are unable to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 14px; text-indent: 18px; "&gt;Spiritual serenity, the psalmist admits, ought to be cultivated in spite of the shaking mountains and agitated waters (vv. 2-3; i.e., figures for the difficulties we face in life). This spiritual calm, that God commands, does not come from a lack of troubles; it derives from a steady, deep reflection on the ways God has intervened in history on behalf of his people (cf. Romans 15:4)."  -(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christiancourier.com/articles/1245-be-still-and-know-that-i-am-god"&gt;http://www.christiancourier.com/articles/1245-be-still-and-know-that-i-am-god&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 14px; text-indent: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; text-indent: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, that just about says it all, doesn't it?  I've absolutely, positively got to spend time every day focusing on God and resting in his power and provision.  Then maybe when my list starts to pop up, instead of being paralyzed by my own shortcomings I can trust in Him and breath easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-3770226115775913082?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/3770226115775913082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=3770226115775913082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/3770226115775913082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/3770226115775913082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/04/be-still-and-know-that-i-am-god.html' title='Be still and know that I am God...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-1733839580915817595</id><published>2010-04-15T00:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:04:41.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am LOVING this time of year!  It has been so beautiful out the past several days.  I'm enjoying mowing and walking to the park with the kiddos and really looking forward to planting a garden. The birds are singing, the trees are budding and my allergies are in full swing.  Spring has sprung!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if I could only muster up this kind of enthusiasm for teaching, things would really be great.  I guess it's not so much the enthusiasm that I'm lacking as much as it is the energy and determination.  Oh don't get me wrong.  I still know we're supposed to be doing this and know that we are using the right curriculum.  I have no intention of giving up or sending the kids back to public school.  I just have trouble getting going in the morning.  Every afternoon, I feel guilty because I didn't do enough or really get into it like I should have.  So every evening, I vow to make tomorrow better, finish everything on our list for the day and have fun doing it.  Then, the morning comes and it's back to procrastinating and rushing through to just get it done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my kids to love learning.  I want them to look forward to each day and to really grasp all the concepts, most especially the Bible lessons for the day.  I want to make it fun for them and make this the highlight of their day.  So, if I have all these desires, know I'm doing the right thing and know what it is that I'm doing wrong; then why do I go through this same cycle over and over again?  I could just defend myself by saying that it's my first year and I'm allowed to not do everything right.  I mean, that is true and really i'm not expecting perfection here.  I just need a little more spring in my step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are currently on chapter 11 of The Weaver.  This chapter is meant to be a breather so that you can catch-up or take a little break.  The only thing that is in the chapter is Bible and character sketches.  I think it came at a perfect time.  I'm just really beating myself up and needed this time to regroup and get ready for chapter 12.  I'm both excited and nervous about chapter 12 - The Human Body.  I am determined to do my best with it and to have fun with my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-1733839580915817595?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/1733839580915817595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=1733839580915817595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/1733839580915817595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/1733839580915817595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-loving-this-time-of-year-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-7951432013429979369</id><published>2010-03-25T08:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:14:19.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I'm From</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thanks Gretchen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://momentsofclaritybygretchen.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://momentsofclaritybygretchen.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;for this idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;I am from tomato preserves, Brach's candies from the refrigerator, and homemade Chex mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;I am from the farm house on the blacktop...modest, welcoming, and the smell of dirt, farm life and freshly oiled road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;I am from mulberries that stain your bare toes, walnuts on the ground and cicada shells in the trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;I am from Sunday dinner at Grandma's and big brown eyes, from Frank &amp;amp; Eva and Charles &amp;amp; Evelyn and Ronnie &amp;amp; Barb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;I am from the quiet family who you've never seen upset and the outspoken who make their feelings known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;From "I don't know.  Are you able?" and "Coffee will stunt your growth and turn you black."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;I am from the Christian Church with long wooden pews and a baptistry under the stage floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;I'm from Barnard, Missouri and ham salad made from bologna and goulash with a bay leaf hidden somewhere inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;From the woman who danced with Jesse James, the trombone player &amp;amp; violinist who played in a big band, and the shy, smitten man whose friend hid the girl's purse so they'd have to meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;I am from family photos in dresser drawers, delicate wedding rings in the jewelry box and old cars in the pasture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;How could a girl ask for more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Want to make your own?  Check out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swva.net/fred1st/wif.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://www.swva.net/fred1st/wif.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-7951432013429979369?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/7951432013429979369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=7951432013429979369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/7951432013429979369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/7951432013429979369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-im-from.html' title='Where I&apos;m From'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-1291122693996771349</id><published>2010-03-23T16:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:13:09.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I'm going to try one word responses, this week...no reason...just shaking things up a bit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Travel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Homeschooling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  Tacos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  Opportunities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. LOST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was a stretch for me.  I'm not a woman of few words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-1291122693996771349?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/1291122693996771349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=1291122693996771349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/1291122693996771349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/1291122693996771349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-things-tuesday_23.html' title='10 Things Tuesday'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-1908627226699464863</id><published>2010-03-16T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:39:33.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things Tuesday</title><content type='html'>1.  I got to eat supper tonight with five other homeschooling moms.  We had a nice chat, tossed around ideas for future activities and made plans for a group lesson next week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I got to be in "big church" this past Sunday.  The youth minister's wife graciously volunteered to take over one week of Children's Church.  That means I am only teaching one Sunday a month and in the nursery one Sunday a month and get to hear Rob preach the rest of the weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  I get to pick up my wedding set from the jewelers on Saturday.  I realized a few months ago that one of the prongs was broken.  I immediately stopped wearing it so as to not lose the diamond.  It will be so nice having it back on my finger where it belongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  I have a purring, sweet, calico kitty on my lap right now.  For some reason, she has decided to be personable again.  I think she's finally forgiven us for bringing home the kittens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  I forgot to tape LOST tonight, but my wonderful hubby remembered and I am getting ready to watch it as soon as I'm done with this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  I have lots of soup leftover from tonight's dinner.  That means tomorrow night's supper is taken care of!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  We took the kids to see Alice In Wonderland on Sunday.  We all really enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  In a few weeks, I get to travel with my Rob &amp;amp; the kids to NW MO for Rob to preach a revival in Faucett, MO.  It is really close to my extended family and, for the most part, I will have nothing to do during the day except to go visit with them.  Every evening, I will get to listen to my favorite preacher.  What a great way to spend a week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  There are two boxes of Girl Scout cookies in my house right now.  They will probably not be here tomorrow evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  I am now done with my ten things and I can go watch LOST with my sweet hubby.  Great way to end the night!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-1908627226699464863?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/1908627226699464863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=1908627226699464863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/1908627226699464863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/1908627226699464863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-things-tuesday.html' title='10 Things Tuesday'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-7516656387898781999</id><published>2010-03-12T22:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:51:57.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope for the hopeless</title><content type='html'>One of my cousins committed suicide last night.  I hardly knew him as a child and didn't know him at all as an adult.  Sadly, I hardly know that side of my family.  Still, I'm sitting here mourning.  I'm mourning the loss of a life.  I'm mourning for his son who found him and had to take on the responsibility of notifying others, and a daughter who will never understand how her dad could do this.  I'm mourning for his father who is now planning his own son's funeral.  I'm mourning for his mother who will never be able to mend a lost relationship.  I'm mourning for his brother and his sisters who lost a brother long before he took his own life.  I'm mourning for a lost and hurting world that goes through the motions day after day with no hope.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always held the belief that suicide is a very desperate act by a deeply troubled or selfish individual.  I never could understand how a sane person could look at it as an alternative to life.  It suddenly dawned on me tonight.  All it takes is to look at this life without the benefit of knowing Christ.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't have Him in your life, you can't know hope.  You can't know grace or forgiveness or selfless love.  It breaks my heart.  It absolutely tears me up inside.  How very sad to live without knowing why.  To read the headlines and see the horrors that happen in our own backyards and not see anything better or beyond all this.  It's no wonder that a 44 year old man would want to end it all.  I don't know how someone could go even that long.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could show everyone how hope-filled their lives can be.  I want to take this world full of hopeless, hurting people and hold them in my arms.  I want to show them my savior.  Please God, shine through me!  Please show me how to love and offer comfort and peace to a world who has forgotten you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-7516656387898781999?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/7516656387898781999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=7516656387898781999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/7516656387898781999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/7516656387898781999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/03/hope-for-hopeless.html' title='Hope for the hopeless'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-964765561263849197</id><published>2010-03-09T16:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:31:24.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;TEN THINGS TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1.  My house is clean.  My wonderful hubby has been doing a great job with the dishes and I've been mostly keeping my nose above water.  The laundry, on the other hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2.   There is a pork roast in the crock pot.  We will be pulling it apart later and making tacos.  Mmmm, yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3.  I'm getting excited about ministry again.  I've been eagerly anticipating Rob's graduation from seminary for some time now.  Up until very recently, I had hoped that it would mark the end of not only our time in Edinburg but our time in located ministry all together.  I didn't care what he did as long as he wasn't the senior minister of a small church somewhere.  Now, I'm still looking forward to his graduation, but in a different way.  First of all, I'm enjoying the wait time instead of just getting through it.  Secondly, I am very excited to see where God will take us next.  Will He say, "Stay" or does He have somewhere else for us?  I really don't know what the future holds and I'm excited about that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4.  We have finished one more chapter of The Weaver.  We now move on to Solar System, Stars, Time &amp;amp; Seasons.  However, this does move us ever closer to the unit on the human body.  For some reason, I am petrified of teaching my children about the reproductive system.  They might start to suspect that their parents...umm...well...ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5.  Lost is on tonight, tonight.  Lost is on tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6.  Yesterday, I finally mailed off all my "thank-you" and "praying for you" notes that I've been working on for the last two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7.  The weather has been positively Spring-like lately!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8.  I got to make two cakes last weekend and I get to make another one this weekend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9.  The LORD is filling my life with so many friendships right now.  This is something I've missed for a while now.  I'm so very thankful for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10.  I am leaving right now to visit Wal-Mart and the library all by myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-964765561263849197?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/964765561263849197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=964765561263849197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/964765561263849197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/964765561263849197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/03/ten-things-tuesday-1_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-8537884433157300415</id><published>2010-03-03T15:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:21:38.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>But you ain't got no legs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lately, Rob and I have been listening to sermons during lunchtime.  Today we listened to Jeff Walling's sermon "Witness Unveiled" from the OCC Preaching &amp;amp; Teaching Convention.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;His text was Revelation 10 and 11.  He spent a lot of time on the following verses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I went to the angel and asked him to give me the little scroll. He said to me, "Take it and eat it. It will turn your stomach sour, but in your mouth it will be as sweet as honey." I took the little scroll from the angel's hand and ate it. It tasted as sweet as honey in my mouth, but when I had eaten it, my stomach turned sour.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then I was told, "You must prophesy again about many peoples, nations, languages and kings." - Revelation 10:9-11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He said that when John ingested the scroll, it became part of him.  They were now inseparable.  He also gave an illustration of where the world is and where the church is in relation to good vs. evil.  He made the point that we are all too often standing with our hand on the shoulder of the world and only a few short steps behind where it stands.  He went on to say that one who "eats" the Word will stay rooted in one spot and that while the world moves to and fro, he will stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That got me to thinking about where I'm standing.  I try to stay rooted in one spot.  I try to stand still and be an example.  I try to lead and teach and minister to others.  Then I realized that I'm trying all this with no legs.  I have not made a meal out of God's word.  I sample it now and then.  I read it, but not as regularly as I should.  I do a little more in-depth study, but usually only for a lesson I'm preparing to teach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;Jeff Walling wrapped up his sermon with this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"A lost world is waiting but until we eat and drink we won't have what it takes to be the witnesses you and I are called to be." How can I stand with no legs?  How can I teach my children and be an example to them with my face in the dirt?  How can I be a Christian almost all my life and be so lacking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I want this to change.  I want the teaching and truth and hope that is found in the Bible to be so much a part of me that it pours out through everything I say and do.  In order to be effective in all that I do, in order to not get swayed by every passing diversion, I need to be nourished.  I need to grow strong, sturdy legs that are rooted in Christ and can not be moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-8537884433157300415?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/8537884433157300415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=8537884433157300415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/8537884433157300415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/8537884433157300415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/03/but-you-aint-got-no-legs.html' title='But you ain&apos;t got no legs...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-3983134047359933139</id><published>2010-03-02T17:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:13:45.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN THINGS TUESDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1.  I had a great time in Joplin last week.  I love seeing family and friends!  On Friday night, the kids spent the night w/family and Rob and I had a hotel room to ourselves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.  I am now only watching one extra child on weekdays.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.  My home is filled with the mouth-watering aroma of a corned beef slowly baking in the oven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4.  I have the privilege of decorating two cakes this week.  They are both sculpted cakes - El Toro Loco (a monster truck) and Lightning McQueen.  I love doing these types of cakes.  Can't wait to get down to business!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5.  Lost is on tonight.  Since we missed it last week, we get to watch two hours worth.  Rob and Robby have Boy Scouts tonight, so we'll record it and watch it later with no commercial interruptions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6.  Have I mentioned how much I love my new vacuum cleaner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7.  Several people have been on my heart lately.  I feel led lately to pray more than I have in a long time.  I feel like it's the best thing I can do for these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8.  In addition to the new desire to pray, I'm feeling led to start up a card ministry.  It's something I've thought about for a long time now.  I've decided that when someone is on my heart, first I will pray then I will drop a card in the mail letting them know that I am praying and thinking about them.  Then I'll pray some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9.  While in Joplin, I visited a teacher's supply store.  I found some write on/wipe off mats that I had been looking for.  (It's the simple things in life that please me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10.  I've been hearing birds singing.  There is hardly any snow left on the ground and the temperature is s-l-o-w-l-y climbing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-3983134047359933139?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/3983134047359933139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=3983134047359933139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/3983134047359933139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/3983134047359933139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/03/ten-things-tuesday-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-8779115427186369692</id><published>2010-02-17T21:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:32:16.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ten Things Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(It's really Wednesday, but Ten Things Wednesday doesn't sound nearly as clever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1) Our mechanic called on Monday to let us know that our car was finished. He originally thought that the transmission needed to be rebuilt and had given us a quote of $1700. Turns out it was a wheel bearing making all that noise and it only cost us $125.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2) I now have Weaver volumes 2-4 in my possession. A woman in our home school group offered them to me. I don't know yet how much she wants for them, but I'm sure it will be a huge savings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3) Since we saved so much on the car, I was able to purchase a new vacuum cleaner. A good one! It's an Electrolux model that is supposed to be really good for sucking up all that pesky pet hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4) I would say LOST is on tonight, but since it is actually Wednesday and I've already watched it... LOST was on last night, but we had some running around to do, so we recorded it and I got to watch in sans commercials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5) I figured out how to make our Wahl hair trimmer work a little better. It is amazing what you can do when you take the time to read the little pamphlet that comes with a product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6) We have had the opportunity for some great fellowship lately. It is wonderful to sit down with people and have them support us and really know what it's like being in our shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7) I get to go on a date with my hubby and some friends on Saturday night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8) Last Saturday, we attended a sock hop put on by the local Methodist church. We had a good time and then ate at Uncle John's Restaurant here in town. I love building these kinds of family fun memories with the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/S3zBL_jDxqI/AAAAAAAAADg/jyUkfYg3OPM/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/S3zBL_jDxqI/AAAAAAAAADg/jyUkfYg3OPM/s200/035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439434861737920162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/S3zBLM6w-QI/AAAAAAAAADY/AFs0bqJ6M54/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/S3zBLM6w-QI/AAAAAAAAADY/AFs0bqJ6M54/s200/034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439434848147142914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/S3zBK5t_MPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/35DcfkXfKLo/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/S3zBK5t_MPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/35DcfkXfKLo/s200/028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439434842993275122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/S3zBKXEBbOI/AAAAAAAAADI/1Ccj2tIy5B0/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/S3zBKXEBbOI/AAAAAAAAADI/1Ccj2tIy5B0/s200/026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439434833690455266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) I am sitting right now, resting and taking it easy.  The kids are in bed.  Rob is watching a silly movie and I am just Michelle playing on the computer.  Don't get me wrong.  I absolutely love my husband and kids, and love spending time with them.  However, by the end of the evening sometimes it's nice to not be needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) On Sunday, we are leaving for Joplin and we won't come back until Friday!  We get to see family and friends.  We get to relax...ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-8779115427186369692?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/8779115427186369692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=8779115427186369692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/8779115427186369692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/8779115427186369692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/02/ten-things-tuesday-its-really-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/S3zBL_jDxqI/AAAAAAAAADg/jyUkfYg3OPM/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-1196513886732778153</id><published>2010-02-12T12:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:53:35.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Story To Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-very-busy-girl.html"&gt;A New Story To Tell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-1196513886732778153?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-very-busy-girl.html' title='A New Story To Tell'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/1196513886732778153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=1196513886732778153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/1196513886732778153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/1196513886732778153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-story-to-tell.html' title='A New Story To Tell'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-6747905946393551732</id><published>2010-02-12T11:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:50:49.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a very busy girl.  I am the wife of a minster to a small church which usually means that if the church is doing something we are heading it up.  I am a home schooler which means I have lessons to plan, school outings to attend and teaching to do.  I am mom to two children involved in 4-H &amp;amp; Boy Scouts which means there are meetings to attend, projects to complete and badges to be sewn.  I am a babysitter which means there are snacks to be given, wills to be battled and love to be given (often through gritted teeth).   I am the church fellowship ministry leader, Sunday school superintendent, Sunday school teacher, children's church director/teacher, Home Extension secretary/treasurer and the sole driver in the household.  I am a Christian, a wife, a mom, a daughter, a sister, a friend.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So often, I look at this list and at my very full calendar and think to myself that I am really doing a lot.  Poor, little, under-appreciated Michelle.  Shouldn't there be a day where everyone just stops what they're doing and applauds my noble efforts?  Hmm, maybe not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across this blog today &lt;a href="http://kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  Wow!  I was taken for a loop.  I feel humbled and ashamed.  I'm sure she's not perfect or infallible but she does what she does for Christ.  She sheds real tears for those around her and then takes action to help.  She is probably much busier than I'll ever be.  She has given all and continues to look for ways to give.  I admire this young woman, but I sincerely doubt that she wants or needs my admiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, am I ready to jump on the next flight to Uganda?  Probably not.  That is the way God is using her life for the Kingdom.  Do her gifts and sacrifices make mine any less important?  No.  So what is the lesson to be learned here?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first is this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to come down from my self-constructed pedestal where I worship my time and my efforts and me, me, me.  Christ needs to be on the throne in my heart and all I do should be for him and him alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Col. 3:23-24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second is this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very busy and do a lot, but so much of that is just busy work because I do not do it out of love.  It's true that some people are very hard to love.  We all are!  But, I am called to love.  I am not called to keep busy and have resentment and anger in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Cor. 13:1-3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, this is my prayer; to be used by Christ for Christ and to do it all in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1356945546086777836-6747905946393551732?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/6747905946393551732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=6747905946393551732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/6747905946393551732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/6747905946393551732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-very-busy-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-4512481987241315608</id><published>2010-02-09T15:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:55:53.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've become a bit of a complainer.  Snow - blah.  Car issues - blah.   Interruptions - blah. Sewer issues - blah.  Blah, blah, blah.  I really don't like being like this.  I used to be such a sunny, silver-lining-seeker of a girl.  So, instead of sitting around complaining about the fact that I'm complaining, I thought I'd take steps to change.  In my opinion, the best way to stop griping about what's wrong is to focus on what's right.  Here's an idea that I'm swiping from a facebook friend of mine, Julie Swaim.  (&lt;a href="http://www.pearlsandjulesofwisdom.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.pearlsandjulesofwisdom.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten Things Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm thankful for today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Our kitties lost their social standing and their front claws and are recovering nicely.  As an added bonus, the bill was considerably less than we thought it would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I recently discovered we are not behind in school as I once feared.  At the pace we're on, we could be done by mid-May. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  We had a houseful of people on Sunday!  This is something I have been missing for a while now.  I hope it's the start of a trend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  I've recently started to see glimpses of the kind, tender hearts I thought my children had lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  My house is company ready and it's been that way since Saturday!  If you rang my doorbell right now, I would let you come all the way in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  There is someone voluntarily and unexpectedly clearing the snow out of my driveway as I type!  He's now finished and is moving on to bless someone else.  I love to see the generosity and kindness of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  My car is in the shop and will hopefully run much smoother and quieter when I pick it up later this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  I think I know what I want to be when I grow up - a nurse.  I will finally be going to college when Rob is done.  I'm excited about it and a little fearful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  Someone offered to give us a piano.  We have a space ready.  Now I just need good weather, some burly men and a truck to get it over here.  Then Megan can practice every day and we will not miss lessons because of my forgetfulness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  LOST is on tonight!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-4512481987241315608?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/4512481987241315608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=4512481987241315608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/4512481987241315608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/4512481987241315608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay-so-ive-become-bit-of-complainer.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-3679354137064491080</id><published>2009-12-11T16:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:34:10.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Chistmas</title><content type='html'>Things are a little different this Christmas around the Petersen household.  For starters: no tree. We have two young kittens and I'm quite certain that a tree would spend more time lying down than standing up.  So, since I like the kittens, my ornaments and my sanity; we chose to be tree-less.  &lt;div&gt;We began home schooling this year so the kids and I have had extra time to make decorations and ornaments.  We have garland all the way around the living room and will soon have home made ornaments hanging from it.  They've made Nativity dioramas, wreaths from their hand prints, and paper trees to count down the days till Christmas.  So who needs a tree anyway?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also will get to string the gifting part of Christmas out for a few weeks.  My parents hope to come to visit the weekend before Christmas, (Shh, don't tell the kids.  It's a surprise!).  Of course the kids will be opening presents then and hopefully presenting gifts to Grandma and Grandpa as well.   We have a few things we've purchased that they will get to open on December 25th. Also, because of emergency car repairs, we will be finishing present purchasing some time after Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to sum up - Petersen Christmas, 2009: different but maybe even better than the normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-3679354137064491080?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/3679354137064491080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=3679354137064491080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/3679354137064491080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/3679354137064491080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like-chistmas.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Chistmas'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-7437700567637865347</id><published>2009-11-22T15:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:37:30.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttons</title><content type='html'>I began planning our children's Christmas program for church, today.  I found a really cute one about "Happy Birthday Jesus" buttons.  We get to make buttons for all the kids to wear and buttons to hand out to everyone who comes to watch.  There are even some children in the program who dress up as buttons.  It got me to thinking, what kind of button do I wear?  Do I announce good news?  Complain about life?  Offer encouragement or just crude humor? When people pass my way what does my life shout out to them?  I think too often that I'm wearing one of those holographic images.  Look at me from one side and you see a happy little picture with an uplifting message written in an elegant script.  Shift your position a little and a whole new image comes forth.  It's dark and grim and the doom and gloom statement screams out at you in bold red caps.  How does a person balance this out?  When I'm down do I still pin on the yellow smiley face offering a "Nice Day" to all who meet me?  Or is it better to lay it all out there with a button that would frighten small children?  Perhaps, I'm looking at this all wrong.  Maybe my button should have nothing to do with moods or which direction the reader is coming from.  Perhaps, it has nothing at all to do with me.  I think regardless of the picture on the front or the state I'm in when wearing it, my button should always say the same thing.  Jesus.  That's it.  That's the message I want to bring to everyone I encounter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-7437700567637865347?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/7437700567637865347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=7437700567637865347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/7437700567637865347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/7437700567637865347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2009/11/buttons.html' title='Buttons'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-3043082859402354570</id><published>2009-11-20T10:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:35:46.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the year gone?</title><content type='html'>Wow!  Has it really been almost a year since I last blogged?  That's just crazy!  &lt;div&gt;This year has flown by in a whirlwind of failures and successes.  I am now home schooling the kids which has been great.  We are still in Edinburg and Rob is still working on his Masters at Lincoln Christian University.  We are busy with church, school, 4-H, Boy Scouts, babysitting and camp.  I hope to be on here more so that I can share, vent and work out my every day challenges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-3043082859402354570?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/3043082859402354570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=3043082859402354570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/3043082859402354570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/3043082859402354570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-has-year-gone.html' title='Where has the year gone?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-4805727890181147475</id><published>2008-12-11T09:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:48:17.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh, Christmas</title><content type='html'>I'm really getting excited about the next few weeks.  This Friday, we have Parent's Night Out at the church - we take care of everyone's kids so that they can go out.  We'll have food, games, crafts, movies, etc.  Next week, is going to be like a roller coaster ride of busy-ness. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Church Chistmas program in the AM and caroling in the PM.&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Ladies Dessert Recipe Exchange at the church&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Rob's eye appointment in the AM and Girl Scouts in the PM&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Christmas Concert at the school&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - School Christmas parties in early PM &amp;amp; Christmas party and meeting at the camp in the evening&lt;br /&gt;Friday - I and the kids leave for Joplin&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Mom's graduation and party afterwards&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in all this craziness, I have to make a cake and cupcakes, pack, buy gift exchange presents, teacher's presents and a few more presents for our kids.&lt;br /&gt;Then the kids and I stay in Joplin until Tuesday morning.  We'll come home and the only plans we'll have is a candlelight program at church on Christmas Eve.  Then, we get to relax and enjoy Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-4805727890181147475?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/4805727890181147475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=4805727890181147475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/4805727890181147475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/4805727890181147475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahhh-christmas.html' title='Ahhh, Christmas'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-2642368601023930317</id><published>2008-11-11T17:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:25:32.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Steps Forward, 3 Steps Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In cleaning out my email "in-box", I came across this email...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May 3, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today marks the  beginning of my 34th year.  I feel a strong pull to make this year a turning point for me.  Lately I have been easily angered, frustrated and blue.  This is not me. That's not who I am and not who I want to become.  I want to be more.  I want to have an intimate relationship w/God, w/Jesus and w/the Holy Spirit.  I want to be the wife and mother that I dream of being; one who is patient and fun; one who enjoys time w/her family.  I want to be who my God designed me to be.  This is my prayer on this my 33rd birthday.  Dear Heavenly Father, please make something of my life.  Take me out of this day-to-day merely existing and getting by.  Help me to live this life you've given me.  Oh, how I've wasted the past 33 years.  I've let so many opportunities to serve, to grow, to love slip by unnoticed.  I have been given the most precious gifts; salvation, my husband, my kids and so much more.  Yet every day I wait for what's around the corner.  I want to stop looking around the corner.  I want to stop waiting for life to begin.  Please help me to give my every moment to you.  Please help me to make my life a sacrifice to you, starting today.  Please guide me in this journey to knowing and serving you more.  In Jesus' name, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On my birthday, I decided I was going to journal by emailing myself every day.  You wanna know how well I kept this up?  This entry is one of two.  Two!  In the past six months, I have only done this twice?!?  It's so irritating.  This is a never-ending cycle for me.  I have struggles in life and get down and depressed.  I throw a pity party.  Then, I dry my eyes and realize that I've let my relationship w/my savior fall to the wayside.  I make a plan of how to remedy that.  I go strong for a couple days or weeks.  Then I get busy or whatever and let it slip again.  A few months later, life happens again and I start all over.  Why is it that the one relationship that is most important, most beneficial and should be the easiest to keep up is the one I struggle with the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-2642368601023930317?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/2642368601023930317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=2642368601023930317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/2642368601023930317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/2642368601023930317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-steps-forward-3-steps-back.html' title='2 Steps Forward, 3 Steps Back'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-2359330907667551333</id><published>2008-10-05T20:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:46:46.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weary</title><content type='html'>I am weary today.  I don't mean sleepy, though I am.  I don't mean physically drained, though I'm that too.  I mean weary.  From time to time I fantasize about finding a secluded hole somewhere and crawling into it.  This is one of those times.  I try and I work hard and I live life and go along like that for awhile.  Then I just stop and I look at it all and think...What good have I done?  What am I accomplishing?  Am I making a difference at all?  Man, life would be so easy if I just looked out for #1...if I never committed to anything, never worked at anything.  No one would expect anything of me.  No one would be disappointed.  I wouldn't be sleepy, drained and weary.  I wouldn't be stressed or worried.  I know this is all crazy talk.  I know I can't crawl in a hole or be happy just living for myself.  I'm just venting and this is the place to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-2359330907667551333?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/2359330907667551333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=2359330907667551333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/2359330907667551333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/2359330907667551333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2008/10/weary.html' title='Weary'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-6277994112085980892</id><published>2008-09-24T19:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:33:42.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Gain'/><title type='text'>UGH!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking for awhile now that I should cut down on the sweets and start some type of exercise.  Never was I more aware of this need than this morning!  I helped in the kitchen at the Senior's Day Out at Lake Springfield Christian Assembly today.  This morning as I was getting ready I thought I should wear something modest, nice, but not too dressy.  I pulled on a pair of jeans...okay, okay, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;squeezed&lt;/span&gt; on a pair of jeans.  Then I made a fatal error.  I chose to take a look at my backside to be sure I wasn't too hoochie-mama.  Not only did I look like I was melted and poured into said jeans, everything in the lower half was much larger than the last time I took a good look.  I tried finding a shirt that was long enough to cover the problem.  All I could come up with was a white T-shirt that has "White &amp;amp; Nerdy" printed across the front.  Comical?  Yes.  Appropriate for this occasion?  No.  After several wardrobe changes and trips to the loutish looking-glass, I opted for a pair of capris and a top that half-covered my hiney.  These capris were given to me a few years ago and they've always been so loose that I have trouble keeping them up.  Today, they fit just right.  In checking the tag, I came to the startling realization that they are a full two sizes larger than I have ever worn!!!  Where's the number to Jenny Craig?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-6277994112085980892?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/6277994112085980892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=6277994112085980892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/6277994112085980892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/6277994112085980892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugh.html' title='UGH!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-6469447690614162335</id><published>2008-09-24T09:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:14:20.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SNpWyuK0sII/AAAAAAAAABc/c1hcM9iuvB4/s1600-h/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SNpWyuK0sII/AAAAAAAAABc/c1hcM9iuvB4/s320/134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249603745040609410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SNpWzFNLOoI/AAAAAAAAABk/9dEeCx7q9hY/s1600-h/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SNpWzFNLOoI/AAAAAAAAABk/9dEeCx7q9hY/s320/131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249603751224490626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two of the greatest kids in the world!  They are bright, funny, sweet and pretty darned cute to boot.  Don't get me wrong...they have their moments when you just want to wring their necks, but by-in-large they are a real joy.&lt;br /&gt;Megan is 7.  She is in the second grade.  Her reading and vocabulary skills are off the chart.  She can pick up almost anything, read it and actually understand what she's reading.  She is compassionate and welcoming to all.&lt;br /&gt;Robby is 5.  He is in Kindergarten.  He is a builder.  Give him a pile of Legos or K'nex and he will build something amazing.  He is witty and says something to make me laugh on a daily basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-6469447690614162335?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/6469447690614162335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=6469447690614162335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/6469447690614162335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/6469447690614162335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-kids.html' title='My Kids'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SNpWyuK0sII/AAAAAAAAABc/c1hcM9iuvB4/s72-c/134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356945546086777836.post-819780773985641106</id><published>2008-09-15T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:55:35.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>An Open Door</title><content type='html'>I am just getting started w/this whole Blogging thing.  I was inspired to create this because of an article I read in the State Journal Register.  My blog is named in honor of  my husband, Rob.  According to him, I am pleased when the kids do something funny or I read a good article or whatever because it gives me "a new story to tell".  So, now I have a whole new venue to share those stories.  I first thought that a blog would be like a window into my world, a glimpse of what I do everyday, what I'm thinking, etc.  Then, I realized, it's not a window I'm wanting to create but an open door.  I want this to be a place where I can share and others can come in, have a cup of coffee and share right back.  So don't just peer through the window.  Walk right in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1356945546086777836-819780773985641106?l=froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/feeds/819780773985641106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1356945546086777836&amp;postID=819780773985641106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/819780773985641106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1356945546086777836/posts/default/819780773985641106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froggers-hoppin.blogspot.com/2008/09/open-door.html' title='An Open Door'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00982924615462743216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAMoB7jIRuo/SwoUGazrr3I/AAAAAAAAACE/e2HZVycvoLM/S220/018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
